Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts
Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts - Chapter 6

He spoke cynically, and rubbed his index finger over her undergarments. She screamed and squeezed her legs together, but her legs were reopened by his powerful hand.

“I feel like I’m in for a long night,” muttered the man.

A few rubs made sticky liquid leak through the thin cloth. The sensitive response of her body was irresistible to him. Even if he didn’t wet her with his tongue, it was clear in his mind how her body would react if he put in even a minor effort.

“The way you react is erotic,” he said. His hand slipped into her soaked underwear; her sobs grew a little louder as his unrestrained finger rubbed her clit.

“Looks like you are going to make the floor wet with just one finger,” he laughed.

“Stop,” said Molitia, her face red with embarrassment.

Seeing her burning flesh, red like a ripe fruit, made him thirsty.

“Stop? I don’t think it’s enough yet,” he said.

His lips nipped at her small, swollen lips several times, and simultaneously, he inserted his finger inside her. Her voice broke out, but he blocked her mouth with a kiss, and moved his finger.

Her wetness had made it easy for his finger to enter, but her tightness interfered with his movements, as if not allowing any intrusion. It was crazy; he doubted he’d be able to penetrate her when he could barely move his finger.

As he stopped sucking on her reddened lips, he whispered, “Relax.”

“I’m hot . . . I don’t know how to do anything like that . . . what should I do?” asked Molitia.

“Relax your legs and lean on me,” said the man.

Molitia’s thin body leaned against him and touched his tight chest. Although it was still a little hard to move, his finger, lubricated by her wetness, was slowly inserted deeper inside her.

“Ah!” A small cry came from Molitia’s mouth as pleasure mingled with pain pierced her entire body.

Her body was tingling as he moved his finger around in her innermost part. She held on to him and squirmed, not knowing if the fluid that soaked his long, thick finger would drop to the floor. As her legs weakened, one hand caught her by the waist while his other hand continued to dig deeper into her. They both moaned softly at the same time.

Whenever the breath from her small lips touched his body, he had the urge to bring her face to his bulge.

“Hot . . . there’s a little . . .” Molitia mumbled.

“A little? Why?” the man asked.

“That . . .” Molitia trailed off.

He looked at the flustered Molitia, and pushed his finger around.

“Is it that good?” he asked.

“No!” Molitia quickly shook her head at his words, but the power in his finger, unlike her rebuttal, was no joke. Tightly swallowing his finger, she moaned unconsciously as her heightened senses made her overly responsive. The feeling that swept over her entire body was completely concentrated in one place. And despite Molitia’s rejection, his finger persistently rubbed inside her.

“Haaa, aah, aah!” cried Molitia.

Her toes curled as his neat nail pressed hard against her inner wall, and her breath stopped for a moment as her mind seemed to burn white. As Molitia came to a climax in his arms, the man stroked her hair. He remained still until her trembling had subsided, then lifted her up as her breathing calmed down.

Before she had figured out the situation, the man had undone his belt, bringing his length out. Molitia’s eyes widened when she saw his erection for the first time. It was bigger than she had thought, and it was enough to scare her. His length was not clearly visible in the dark, but a clear liquid gleamed at the tip of it.

“I never thought you’d stare at it. I didn’t know you’d want to eat it this much,” he said.

“Oh no,” said Molitia, turning her head quickly to the side.