Winter Wolf - Chapter 3. Part 4

Chapter 3. Part 4

Terrence s*cked on the tip and pressed his tongue around it. Her sensitive n*ppl*s brushed against the moist tip of his tongue in his mouth, causing a thrilling sensation throughout her body.

“Ah, ugh! I don’t like it. Hmm!”

“Try harder. It looks nice.”

“I don’t like that. Ah! Stop!”

Lysithea struggled fiercely, forgetting that his arms were supporting her.

The ground was bare, so a blanket was laid down. Terrence hugged her tighter every time she violently shook her body, frowning slightly.

While exploring her br**sts with his mouth, he used one hand to remove her lower underwear. Lysithea was startled when his hand reached down, as she had been unable to come to her senses. She hesitated.

“They are wet and standing.”

“Are you embarrassed and wet?

“Ugh”

Terrence noticed her trembling eyes and immediately caressed her v*g*n* with his fingertips. Her body was filled with a completely different sensation of pleasure compared to when he touched her br**sts.

“Ah, ha! Ugh!”

Lysithea sometimes did similar things herself. However, the touch of a man stimulating her because he wanted her was on a whole different level.

His fingers were persistent. Terrence continued to rub and torment her until the end, as if he didn’t care if she fainted.

“Ahhh! Terrence, I… stop!”

“No, you need to get wetter.”

“Ugh, I’m going to die.”

The low voice rang in her ear. Her love juices flowed non-stop, making everything from top to bottom sticky and moist. She had already been satisfied several times, and she thought that what she had endured so far would be enough to turn her nightmare into a lustful dream.

Terrence has finally removed his underwear. While undressing Lysithea with one arm around her, she looked at his firm chest muscles and straight shoulders.

Terrence felt her gaze and smiled at her.

“You have some spare time? “I let it go for a moment.”

“No, nothing specific,” she replied.

Lysithea was caught and became embarrassed, stuttering. Terrence lifted her arm to support her neck and covered her eyes with his hand.

“why? Did you cover my eyes?”

“I think you shouldn’t see.”

What do you mean? What is it that you don’t want me to see?

“Hmm… size or something… .”

“Huh!”

Before she could speak again, something hard and blunt hit her between her legs. Lysithea recognized the shape of it immediately but couldn’t muster the courage to look at it.

She asked, holding Terrence’s hand tightly. Terrence was blinking.

“Please don’t let go of my hand,” he said. “I feel like you are going to cry.”

“Well,” she replied, “I’m not that ugly to cry, and I’m not interested in what it looks like!”

Terrence couldn’t help but laugh as she shouted urgently. He excited her body slowly, unlike Lysithea, who was nervous.

“I hope you like mine. “Because I like yours.”

“Ugh… .”

He slowly and deeply rubbed his p*n*s against her v*g*n*. Lysithea waited for him to take action while her legs remained wrapped around his body.

But Terrence only teased her.

“Stop teasing me. Ah!”

“Wait more because it’s going to get wet.”

“Iced coffee! Tsk…!”

He patiently rocked his hips, covering the roots with her slippery fluid. Lysithea felt like she was losing her mind due to the regular squishing sounds and intense pleasure.

Even though it was such an embarrassing and humiliating sound, she couldn’t believe how excited she was about the sound and getting even wetter.

Furthermore, his p*n*s was stimulating her instead of his hand. It was an absurd size, too hard to be a part of her body and too large to be held in.

“Terrence, please remember that this is my first time.”

Terrence kissed the bridge of Lysithea’s nose and cheek and whispered sweetly to her when she was ashamed.

“I know, that’s why it takes a lot of effort to get in. “Do you like it here?”

“Uh, uhm… good.”

He gently massaged her br**sts with one hand while rubbing his hard p*n*s underneath.

Lysithea answered honestly without thinking. She felt it was okay now. She was experiencing intense pleasure for the first time in her life, which was already enough to overflow.

“Terrence, do it like this. Can we continue in this way?”

‘Is it really that impressive? Thank you, though.”

Lysithea briefly held her breath as she felt the dampness seeping through the bottom.

“Ah, Terrence! Wait…”! ”

He began to touch her flesh. As Lysithea bit her lip, Terrence kissed her again and pulled her closer.

“Open your mouth. Because it hurts.”

“Ugh, but… ah…! Ahhh!”

Terrence inserted the finger that had been touching her br**st into her mouth. He played with her tongue using his hard-boned fingers, forcing her mouth open. Simultaneously, his p*n*s slowly entered her v*g*n*.

Every time Lysithea accepted him and trembled, his p*n*s repeatedly stopped and moved forward, slamming into her. He breathed a shallow sigh and whispered when he believed his p*n*s had entered completely.

“Lysithea.”

“Terrence, stop…”

“Hug me. properly.”

Terrence removed his hand from covering her eyes. Then, he hugged her tightly.

“No, keep your hands there,” she said. He grunted in response.

Lysithea screamed and clung to his neck as he entered her body. He penetrated her deeply with his hard penis.

“Ahhhh, hmm… Ugh, no….”

“Relax.”

Terrence kissed her ear and whispered reassuringly as their heated faces faced each other. Terrence kissed her ear and whispered soothingly with his warm breath against her skin. She felt his arousal but was unsure how to respond.

“Stop it! No more!”

“Don’t move.”

“Huh…! “Ahh!”

Terrence struggled but managed to push it back to the root. He then gently bit Lysithea’s earlobe. His moans drifted into her ears as if he were suppressing his urges.

“Uhm… .”

Terrence felt anxious upon hearing the muffled moans, which sounded like someone in pain and enduring discomfort.

“Oh, it hurts. Now take it out.”

“Lysithea, I’m sorry.”

Terrence gently pulled away from her and looked down at her. He gently stroked her sweaty forehead with one hand as he wrapped his other arm around her waist.

“Will you release me now?”

Lysithea thought and spoke to Terrence with an apologetic expression.

“I will continue despite the pain, so feel free to cry.”

“What are you saying? Ah!”

His p*n*s started moving inside her body. He moved back and forth slowly at first. When Lysithea tried to pull away from him, he persistently followed along, lifting her waist faster and faster.

“Ugh! Ah! Terrence, Te…! ”

His movements grew increasingly violent as if he were trying to break her tense body. He thrust roughly with his large p*n*s, causing her tight v*g*n* to widen.

“Ugh, ugh…”

Lysithea felt a mix of unfamiliar pain and intense s*x*al feelings. Lysithea’s tears flowed as blood continued to pour from her v*g*n*.

Lysithea felt ashamed and aroused every time his eyes rested on her br**sts, which trembled as he raised them, and on her purple eyes, which frowned and cried each time he dug deep into her.

Meanwhile, Terrence lifted her as he saw her red hair falling wildly on the blanket, holding her body close.

When she was suddenly in a sitting position, the large penis penetrated deeper into her body and into more private places.

“Ah! Ugh!”

“Hold on. Just like that.”

Terrence held onto Lysithea’s waist and chest, causing her to shudder from the surge of stimulation. He positioned her and pushed her upward repeatedly, causing her consciousness to fade and return each time.

“Ha, huh! Ugh, please… stop.”

She begged and clawed at his shoulders with her weak hands, the sight extremely obscene. Terrence straightened her body, which was about to fall, while he tickled the back of her hand, looking at her flowing red hair and her br**sts stained with kiss marks.

Despite his vigorous movements, he showed no signs of tiredness, and Lysithea was frightened. It appeared as though the man intended to continue having s*x with her until dawn when she broke down from exhaustion and began to cry.

When Lysithea is exhausted and unable to hold herself together, Terrence supports her by holding her close so she can lean on him.

“Lysithea, now.”

When he closed his eyes, he penetrated her faster. Lysithea hugged his heated body as he moved violently.

“Ugh, Terrence…”

Her head leaned on his shoulder as her waist swayed. He finally made up his mind when his strong abdominal muscles pressed down on her soft skin and his heavy breathing drifted into the back of her neck.

His body trembled inside her. It was a thick mixture of blood, love juice, and semen.

After a while, he regained his composure and left small kisses on her lips, neck, and collarbone, as if regretting them. Lysithea was unable to respond in any way. During her first s*x*al experience, she became completely exhausted and went down to a painful climax.

Lysithea fell asleep without realizing that he was leaving her. It seemed like a nightmare.