ETDO Chapter 6

The ensuing flurry of tongue movements made my breathing ragged, let alone allowing me to read aloud. My legs trembled uncontrollably, unable to move.

“Ahh! Arthur! Mmm…”

I called out to him urgently in a hushed voice, but Arthur didn’t react. Concerned about the people downstairs, I struggled to suppress my moans, careful not to make a sound.

But despite my futile efforts, indecent sounds, usually only heard in the bedroom, echoed through the quiet library. The wet, slurping sounds of flesh rubbing and sucking were incredibly explicit. I grew desperate.

“Arthur! Ahh! Please stop…!”

“Keep reading, my wife.” 

He said firmly, lifting his face slightly from between my spread legs. His lips were already drenched with a liquid I couldn’t tell was mine or his saliva. He added with a deceptively sweet smile, “I told you, didn’t I? Until I’m satisfied. If you don’t please me, we’ll do this again. So, if you want this to end before the maids or servants hear us, you better try harder, my wife.”

With that absurd threat, he buried his face back between my legs. I realized it was already too late to escape.

I was already well acquainted with Arthur’s persistence in bed. He was the type of man who wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted, so I didn’t really have any other options.

“Mmm, oh, Puss, ahh! in Boots’ twin, uh, sons, also…” 

I gasped and moaned, but I still tried my best to read the book clearly. But it was no use. Arthur’s tongue was merciless.

He already knew exactly where my erogenous zones were, how to make me writhe in pleasure. Every flick and rub of his tongue made me jump like a startled bird.

“Mir-, mm, ror twins, mmh! are like, ugh! looking, uh! in a mir-, ugh! ror, the, uh! same po-, ugh!”

His wicked tongue targeted my clitoris with precision. It felt like a  tingling electric current was running through me, all the way to my toes.

Moreover, I couldn’t suppress my moans any longer, no matter how hard I tried. But I felt as if someone was eavesdropping from downstairs. I gritted my teeth, fearing they might come looking for the source of the noise.

The conflicting desires—to surrender myself to the intense pleasure and to escape this potentially compromising situation where I might be caught by someone—clashed fiercely within me.

I writhed and twisted my waist, panting. But his hands, already under my dress, held my hips firmly, preventing me from escaping. I was close. My vision gradually blurred.

“Each o-, ahh! ther’s, mmm! oppo-, ugh! site-! Heuk!”

Writhing and gasping, I was eventually swept away by the wave of climax. I clutched the thick book tightly, my knuckles turned white, and let out a silent scream. My back arched, and my entire body trembled uncontrollably.

Soon, intense aftershocks followed the violent storm. I struggled desperately to break free from his grasp.

I slapped Arthur’s shoulders frantically, but he didn’t stop. No matter how much I pushed him away, he remained firmly planted, persistently teasing my highly sensitive clit.

As the convulsive spasms gradually subsided, Arthur finally raised his head. As he looked at me sprawled on the sofa, he licked his lips languidly, like a cat, soaked in my juices and a disheveled mess.

“Oh dear. You kept breaking off, I couldn’t understand a single word. I can’t say you’ve read it properly, can I, my wife?”

My vision was hazy, and even though I saw Arthur undoing his belt, I was too weak to move.

As soon as he lowered his trousers and underwear, his fully erect penis sprang free. The swollen tip, which seemed ready to burst, glistened with desire.

His delicate fingers trailed up my thighs and then abruptly pulled my hips down. The moment it touched my slick folds, the tip plunged forcefully inside.

“Ahh!”

The thick, hard pillar scraped mercilessly against my sensitive flesh, still raw from climax. Helpless, I lay there panting, looking up at him.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

Arthur gritted his teeth and pulled his hips back. He still hadn’t gotten used to this thrilling sensation. In fact, he doubted he ever would, but it didn’t matter.

Her warm, slick flesh was addictively sweet. The soft, elastic folds wrapped tightly around his penis, leaving no space.

Was this what it felt like to have an insatiable hunger? He poured his seed, emptying himself into her every night, yet it still wasn’t enough. How much more would it take to satisfy this hunger?

Like a pilgrim who had found the elixir of life, he hungrily covered her lips. He invaded her willingly opened mouth, capturing her moist, sweet tongue.

He rubbed himself against her frantically, sucking on her soft flesh. He only released her when, breathless, she began to pound on his chest.

He smiled faintly and lifted her trembling legs, wrapping them around his waist. His wife, lying on the sofa, panting with flushed cheeks and eyes, was both beautiful and erotic.

He chuckled, amused by his innocent wife, who was still worried about someone walking in. He had already given strict instructions to James, the head butler, not to let anyone into the library.

But it didn’t matter. This kind of thrilling tension wasn’t bad. Especially since the pressure made his wife compliant to his play. Thanks to that, it allowed him to ravage her to his heart’s content.

“I warned you earlier, my wife. If I’m not satisfied, we’ll do it again.” 

As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust his hips upwards powerfully.

“Ahh! Arthur!”

Lily’s body bucked along with his vigorous thrusts. Every time he pulled out his genitals, her pink flesh clung tenaciously, as if refusing to let him go.

He couldn’t think straight. Overwhelmed by the sweetness, already beyond a lethal dose, Arthur gritted his teeth and thrust his hips. Lily’s head, pushed upwards by his movements, slipped off the edge of the long sofa and hung down.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The wet, slapping sound of flesh against flesh echoed through the vast library ceiling every time he violently invaded his wife’s body. He pushed deeper into her.

“Ahh! Mmm, ohh!”

He began to gallop madly like a runaway racehorse. Lily’s cry, finally breaking free with his violent thrusts, struck his ears like a whip.

Yes, this was it. Her earlier attempts to suppress her moans, biting her lip, were cute, but he much preferred her cries escaping uncontrollably, unable to withstand the pleasure any longer.

He thrust even harder, preventing Lily from worrying unnecessarily. Almost at the same time with her cry of climax, Arthur also groaned loudly.

“Ha!” 

A raw, groan like that of a wounded beast escaped his lips. With each spurt of semen from his fully inserted penis, her tense buttocks twitched and spasmed.

After thrusting into her several times, emptying himself to the last drop, he collapsed on top of her, showering her slightly parted lips and face with kisses. He was quite satisfied.

Her hair, tousled from their vigorous lovemaking, and her cheeks, flushed like red apples, were utterly adorable. She lay there, completely disheveled, a far cry from her usual composed and elegant appearance.

A satisfied smile spread across Arthur’s face at the realization that he was the one who had brought her to this state. He gazed at his wife, who twitched with every movement he made.

Her dress was pulled up around her waist, and her naked lower body was still messily entangled with his. If he moved even slightly, his semen inside her would come spilling out.

Could there be a more satisfying sight? It was so breathtaking, he wanted to look at it all day. Yes, this was it. This was exactly the Lily he desired.

Arthur chuckled as he noticed the book, discarded and lying open on the floor after their passionate lovemaking. How adorable that she wanted to read it to understand him better. Not only lovely but also thoughtful.

He kissed Lily contentedly. She lay still, seemingly drained of energy. He ran his tongue over her lips, sucking and nipping.

He kissed her soft lips, alternating between top and bottom, but it still wasn’t enough. As always, this insatiable desire, even after he had climaxed, still lingered warmly in his loins, teasing him.

He had never intended to stop at just once, so he slowly began to move his hips again. No one would enter the library without his permission, so he intended to have his wife as much as he wanted here.

“Mmm, no, Arthur, I, not yet… Ah!”

Arthur slipped his tongue between Lily’s lips as she offered a weak protest. As he kissed her, silencing her, he grumbled inwardly.

Not enough, not yet. Not even close.

He smirked, feeling his penis hardening again. It was something that happened almost automatically every time he made love to Lily. He smiled with satisfaction as he resumed his thrusts, gradually gaining momentum.