Rule No. 1: Don’t be too emotional : Chapter 62

Innocent as new born infant I’ll make it feel like the first time

“If you want me to stop, tell me now. I will never force you. Never, my love.” But. No. He had already opened my Pandora’s box.

“I don’t want you to stop.” And he was so incredibly skilled. Damn him. “Please… take me. Take me right now. I’m begging you.”

I said it clearly, every single word. Once spoken, a surge of raw, electric sensation raced through my entire body. Perhaps this was what had been buried in the deepest reaches of my mind all along-the truth that I had wanted to speak this plainly for a very long time. His sharp eyes flashed with a predatory light at my permission, fueled by my provocative words. P’Jane stripped off his pants and underwear but kept his shirt on. He positioned me face-down on the sofa.

Those large hands parted the soft flesh of my seat, kneading and caressing my smooth skin until shivers ran down my spine. The harder he squeezed and touched me, the louder my moans became. The tall man ducked his head inside my shirt until I could no longer see his hair or face. I could only let out broken whimpers as he inhaled my pheromones like a hound on a scent, sucking and marking my skin everywhere. Finally, he stripped my purple short-sleeved shirt off roughly before flipping me onto my back and spreading my legs wide.

P’Jane hurriedly readied himself, revealing the prominent, veined head of his weapon, which was flushed red and pulsing with life. He immediately pressed his ‘rod of love’ into my passage, which had been prepared and was waiting. I cried out loudly. “P’Jane… gently… be gentle… I’m scared.” Because I was so utterly innocent in these matters. “Shh… don’t be afraid, sweetheart.” He kissed my forehead tenderly.

“I’ve never… I’m scared,” I continued to cry. out in a trembling, hushed voice. The tall man’s eyes were glowing. He stared at me like a wolf watching a lamb. It seemed my pleas and my innocent demeanor only served to further ignite his lust and break his restraint. He looked like he wanted to bully me even harder. His length twitched vibrantly as if coming to life at the sound of my words. The tall man drove his length into my tightening folds inch by inch. I flinched every time he pushed forward, one hand bracing against his firm chest while the other clawed at the sofa.

I heard P’Jane let out a low, guttural groan of pleasure as my passage clamped down on him tightly. Finally, when he was in all the way to the hilt, he had to grit his teeth. He remained still inside me for a long moment while my walls continued to pulse and ripple around, him uncontrollably.

“Breathe slowly, sweetheart,” his raspy voice urged.

“If you do this, our ‘love’ is going to crash before it starts.” I focused on my breathing, slowing it down. In just a moment, I could do it without guidance. Once everything began to settle into place, the tall man began to drive his hips, thrusting into me heavily. My moans rang out through the music room every time he drove in deep to the base-it was as if I were another musical instrument, sounding a note every time a key was pressed. I moaned so sweetly that I was shocked at how much I could tempt someone. This must be why P’Jane looked so crazed; he looked like he wanted to crush me to death in his hands.

“No… no.” “Saying ‘no’ with your mouth but tempting me like this with your body… that should be illegal, you know?” “Ah… ah… ! AH!” Since this truly wasn’t the first time, I felt no pain at all. There was only a sharp, sweet sensation flooding my frame and the excitement of the adrenaline pumping through me. His hot hands roamed and brushed over my skin, which was covered in goosebumps. I could only lie there with my legs spread, letting him take his way with me. I was tingling from head to toe. The more P’Jane used his fingertips to pinch and roll my nipples, the more my arousal flared. My cheeks were crimson. Despite the amnesia, I remembered this feeling well-the feeling of soaring through the highest heavens. My body tensed with every impact, then shattered into a million pieces of pure bliss, time and time again. Finally, the tall man hooked my legs over his shoulders, allowing him to thrust even deeper, reaching the very edge. My soft flesh pulsed in rhythm with his powerful strikes. My face contorted with pleasure, and I could only gasp for air.

“It feels… !! It feels… !! It feels so good! It’s too much!” Was he trying to kill me with pleasure? Clear tears rolled from the corners of my eyes down my cheeks-tears of sheer ecstasy from the act. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the music room, a rhythm more beautiful than any song. The room felt as hot as an eternal flame. My body jerked periodically. I bit my lip when the tip of his length struck my sweet spot unerringly. My muscles constricted, gripping P’Jane’s member tightly, and he seemed to know it, deliberately striking that spot again and again.

“P’Jane… I’m only eighteen!” I protested when he showed me no mercy.” Exactly, you’re eighteen. That’s why I have to make you ‘bloom’ even more.” “Ah… ah… AHH!” “Are you older yet?” “… ” “Are you mine yet, sweetheart?” Only the sound of my moans answered his questions, because the tall man kept driving his strong hips in and out relentlessly like a glutton. He trailed a long index finger down the center of my body, from my lips down to my stomach.

The electrifying touch of that fingertip stimulated my desire beyond expectation, making me cling to him like a black hole in space swallowing everything in its path. P’Jane hissed, tossing his head like a man who could no longer endure the pleasure. His length swirled and shifted inside me like a serpent. I arched my back off the sofa, screaming until my throat felt like it would tear. My own member, standing tall, slapped against his abdominal muscles while my passage gripped him in rapid pulses. I moved my hips in time with the rhythm he led. Today, I truly understood what it meant for one’s inner elements to shatter.

“Don’t stop… don’t stop! Don’t stop! P’Jane… !” “Baby, yes, baby.”” Daddy, please! Harder! Fuck me harder!” I felt as though I’d been hammered until I was hollow. If I were an instrument, he was the only player who knew exactly how to strike the right rhythm. P’Jane was both gifted and seasoned; he took me to places I’d never been and made me feel things I’d never felt. Finally, my white heat surged from me. I let out a long, high note, hitting a tenor’s peak, just as P’Jane withdrew his length to release his own essence, splashing across my body and face. I squeezed my eyes shut to keep it out.

“See, again. Your body remembers all the moves.” P’Jane’s voice was raspy. I nudged him away and rolled onto my side, hiding my face out of sheer embarrassment. No matter how you looked at it…

“Quiet.” This was my first time. And it really felt like a first time-more so than the first kiss even. Believe me. P’Jane swept his arm around me, pulling me back into his embrace. He asked in a low, mischievous rumble: “How was it? Dinner at my house-and the owner comes for free.” The nerve of him!

“You were rough.”

“But you like it rough.”

“I do not!”

“Don’t you know your own tastes yet?”

“You lured me. P’… you lured a kid,” I stammered, covering my burning face with both hands.

“You’re going to jail for this.” P’Jane let out a fond chuckle in his throat, making me want to call him a psychopath. I lay limp in his arms for a long while before whispering a question.

“How did you feel?”

“I felt great. I loved it. It’s like having a child-bride. You were already young, but now you’re even younger.” Psychopath. He laughed again before flipping me onto my back. He straddled me, confidently diving back down to claim my neck with his lips once more. I closed my eyes, a faint moan escaping me. I was about to surrender to his touch again, and things surely would have spiraled further if I hadn’t suddenly remembered something.” Wait.” I stalled him, bracing my hands against him to push him back. P’Jane looked up to meet my eyes. I blurted out the question immediately: “We haven’t done anything for months. Did you… go do it with someone else?” I knew how stupid it was to ask this after we’d already finished, and I wasn’t even sure I could handle the answer-or what I even expected him to say. But P’Jane only smiled.

“I only helped myself to your photos, Jane.” “Crazy.”

“Not crazy.”” Stop it.”

“I have a very good imagination.”

“Let go… let go of me!” I told him to let go, yet my body went weak at the warm breath fanning against my ear.

“Don’t play hard to get now.”

“P’… how can you say that?”

“Come and satisfy me a little more.”“ Ah!” The game of love wasn’t over so easily. P’Jane pulled me tight, and we rolled onto the floor together, with him cushioning my fall. The tall man stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. His “chocolate” six-pack made me gulp; I tried to turn my face away, but his large hand caught me, forcing me back for a searing kiss. His tongue tangled with mine until we were both a mess. He was ravenous, just as he said-like a man who had been starving for months.

He made me swallow every word I had prepared. Then, he rose to his knees and guided himself into my mouth with a firm hand. I cupped him, taking in his incredible size, moaning into his warmth while my head moved in a rhythm, treating him like my favorite ice cream. I used both hands at his base, feeling him expand until l could barely take it all. P’Jane wouldn’t let me off easy; he held my head, letting me pleasure him. I opened my throat, willing and without hesitation. It was all instinct and subconscious. I didn’t remember ever doing this for anyone, yet it was engraved deep in my body. I could do it perfectly without anyone teaching me.

Just as I felt him reaching his limit, he pulled back and flipped me into a crawling position in a heartbeat. He drove into me in one swift motion. I cried out as the pleasure spiked from our connection and seized my entire being. This heavy, thrumming sensation in my lower abdomen was more exquisite than anything I’d imagined. I had to clutch my stomach with one hand from the intensity. I could barely hold myself up. My “key” pendant bounced wildly in the air.

P’Jane continued to move within me with a burning passion, as if wringing every drop of joy from my body. His strong arms wrapped around my waist; his lips, hot as branded iron, bit and sucked at my back until I was tingly with localized shocks of pleasure. I felt his tongue flicking across my skin. Even without seeing it, I knew he was marking his territory.

I couldn’t believe sex could bring me this much happiness. Endorphins, oxytocin, and dopamine flooded me more than ever before. As I began to see a faint white light at the edge of my vision, I couldn’t help but ask the question lingering in my mind, even while being driven to my limit. “P’… where… hic… where did you… actually come from?” He quirked a wicked smirk at the corner of his mouth. “I came from heaven.” “Ah… ah… !” “Heaven sent me here to make you happy.” How could he say that?

He’s a total devil. If the temperature were any hotter, this place would be hell. Even though I couldn’t remember anything, I knew this was his same old trick. The same old routine that Jane falls for every single time. “I’m going… I’m going! AHHHHH!”