Beast in the Woods, Deep in the Night - Chapter 23.2

Chapter 23.2

“Ah!”

Christine glared at him with resentful eyes. However, Edgar had already confirmed that she was in less pain than the first time. Though she was still holding his thing inside her so tightly that it made him want to swear, it was clear that she was adjusting better than the first night they spent together.

Which meant that there was absolutely no reason to slow down his waist movements.

“Ah! Hnngh…!”

Christine’s eyes flashed every time he thrust. Something hot and hard was pushing the heat inside her.

During the first few movements, it felt too painful to handle. However, as he moved back and forth a few more times and struck her, the flesh that touched her got wet with excitement.

After that, it felt like she stopped breathing according to his movements, and the heat continued to rise to her stomach. Her body tightened to hold onto his member at will.

“Try to relax a bit.”

Christine was standing on only one leg, so she was trying not to lose her balance every time he pinned her down. Her eyes were burning, his movements so intense that it felt as if he was going to slam into her solar plexus. She felt weak, as if she was going to melt.

“I think my legs are going to cramp… Hng!”

Hearing that, he let out a curse and lifted her up. Her body was stuck between him and the wall, unable to move.

Edgar grabbed her hips and raised her body. Her hole would obviously be less tight than when she was standing on one leg, but the woman clinging to him sucked his thing in like she was desperate for more.

“Ah, hnng! Aah…”

The lewd moans that came out every time he scratched the inner wall drove him even crazier. He persistently stimulated the spot where she let out a particularly high-pitched sound.

Christine hugged him tightly. Her stomach as well as her chest and head boiled with a heat she couldn’t handle. As the violent penetration continued, tears formed in her reddened eyes.

“Edgar, wait, hnng, ah!”

She tensed up her whole body in the pleasure that exploded in an instant like a firecracker. The hands holding onto his shoulders suddenly curled up, leaving nail marks on his skin. Her thighs tightened around his waist.

There was an unbearable sensation spreading throughout her body from between their interlocked legs.

“Hnn…”

Christine clung to him weakly. Her legs had lost all strength, and she felt like she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own.

She was breathing heavily and wanted to catch her breath, but he tilted his head back and kissed her. The slow kiss continued, as if they wanted to take each other’s heated breath away.

The pleasure lingered. His c*ck was penetrating her, his lips, wet with saliva, were overlapping hers, and his body, which she was hanging from, felt like a ball of fire. Everything else was pushed out of her mind.

“Ah… It feels so good doing it with you. I think I’m going crazy,” Christine muttered without realizing it.

It was true. She felt so satisfied that she couldn’t think of anything else. Although his member was still too much, it was not as difficult to take it in as it was the first time, which added to the satisfaction. Her relaxed body became infinitely languid. She just wanted to lie down on the bed.

But the pleasant afterglow lasted only up to that point.

“I only f*cked you a few times but you already came.”

Edgar bit her lips to the point that it tingled and raised her hips again. Even though his c*ck had been squeezed by her violently twitching insides and ejaculated, it hadn’t reduced in volume the slightest.

He straightened his waist. Every time their bodies clashed together, the mixture of his s*men and her bodily fluids made a squelching noise. Christine’s face heated up as she heard the lewd noise.

“Let’s go to your room… hng… instead of the hallway. Hm?” she begged, belatedly thinking that someone might hear them. But knowing that they were the only ones in this space, Edgar was more focused on coveting her.

“Can you hold on until we go to my room?”

He started walking while holding Christine in his arms. Even though she knew he was strong enough not to let her fall, she became worried and tightened her legs around him even more.

Every time he climbed the stairs to head to the bedroom on the second floor, her body rose and fell lightly.

“Hnng, hmm, ah…!”

It felt like he was lifting her up and bringing her down. Her sensitive mucous membranes were being mercilessly torn apart by his vicious member. Every time he climbed the stairs, her vision flashed, and she gasped for air.

Edgar was on the verge of going mad because of her breathlessly begging for him to let her down while squeezing her legs tightly. He put her down as she wished.

“Ah…”

Finally standing on her own two legs, Christine grabbed the railing of the stairs to catch her breath. Her heart was beating like it was about to burst, and her whole body was sweaty, dizzy with pleasure.

She wondered why he would suddenly stop so obediently, but soon realized she was mistaken.

“You should have gone back when I told you to in a gentlemanly way.”

Edgar grabbed the railing and stepped behind Christine, who was breathing heavily.

When she looked at him, startled, with excitement in her eyes, he was already thrusting her from behind.