Chapter 2.5

The man moved roughly from the start, thrusting with wild abandon. He bent over her, pulling his thick shaft out to the limit before slamming it back in repeatedly.

“It’s strange when you think about it.”

“Ah! Ah, ah…!”

“No matter how much effort I put in, no matter how obvious I made it, it was all useless. Why did I even bother?”

His burning length plunged into her belly. Each time their lower bodies collided, her entrance spilled fluids with wet, squelching sounds.

“I should’ve used my body to win you over.”

“Ah, ah! Ah, ugh, ah! Hic, ah…!”

“If I had, it would’ve been better than this.”

The man mercilessly rocked his hips. His member, which had pierced through her, scraped against her inner walls as it withdrew, only to slam back in harder. Each time he penetrated her, Richel’s feet curled on his shoulders.

His large hands gripped her trembling thighs firmly. With each thrust of his thick member into her entrance, it made loud slapping sounds. Her pale, upturned b*ttocks reddened as if struck.

“P-please, no…. Ah! No…!”

“Shut up. Before I make you bite something.”

His thick thighs pressed down on Richel’s lower half. Gripping her slim pelvis, he pounded his hips down. Squelch, squelch—wet sounds filled the air as her entrance splashed fluids everywhere.

“Damn it, you keep c*mming every time I thrust. Ugh, what’s there to hate about this?”

“Ah, ah! Ugh, stop, ugh, it’s tearing…!”

“Hah, what’s tearing? You’re taking it so well, my d*ck’s about to melt from how tight you’re squeezing it.”

He raised his hips high. Her reddened inner walls clung to his shaft as it withdrew. Growling, the man slammed back in heavily. The force crushed her insides.

“Ah…!”

Squelch, squelch—his member ravaged her entrance. The force of his thrusts pounded her belly, causing Richel’s body to jolt upward. He hugged her head, frantically moving his hips. Her body folded at a sharp angle, her entrance stretched to its limit as his thick shaft plunged in and out.

“Ah, ah, ah…!”

“Hah, you like it, don’t you? Being f*cked hard like this?”

He pressed his weight down, driving his member deep.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, it’s like you’re trying to cut my d*ck off. Hah, is that it?”

Smack! His large hand slapped her b*ttocks. Richel’s head twisted as her body convulsed. Her b*ttocks trembled, her inner walls tightening fiercely.

“Ugh….”

The man gritted his teeth, stifling a groan. Richel could feel his muscular abdomen trembling against her skin. The throbbing of his member inside her belly made Richel cry out. She felt like her mind was breaking.

Through the blindfold, she heard his trembling sigh. Her legs, which had been draped over his shoulders, spread wide. Holding her quivering thighs apart, he thrust his hips, his member buried deep.

“Hah, ah…!”

Squelch, squelch—wet sounds echoed as he ravaged her entrance. His massive length filled her completely, pounding into her as if to break through her belly.

He rotated his hips slowly while still buried inside. Her insides stirred in wide, circular motions. His shaft, which had been churning her guts, bounced lightly upward and pressed repeatedly against her womb. Richel’s mind drifted into a dazed warmth.

Then, what had been shallow thrusts gradually grew deeper, and soon he began to pound into her heavily. Each time he pulled out and slammed back in, Richel’s flat belly bulged outward.

“Stick out your tongue.”

The man grabbed Richel’s trembling face and gave the command. In a haze, Richel opened her mouth and let her red tongue slip out.

Their lips met. He greedily licked up her tongue while his hips kept moving. The sheets were soaked with the fluids coming from between them. The man even swallowed the sounds Richel let out.

“Mm, nnngh, umm, haah….”

Her lips slipped from his with the intense motion. With their mouths apart, he pressed his tongue against hers. Rough panting spilled from Richel’s open mouth—it resembled the breath of a dog.

“Haah, Richel.”

The man took Richel’s arms and wrapped them around his neck. Then, with his muscular hands, he slid one behind her back and pulled her tightly into his embrace.

Richel clung to his neck and let out a cry. The heat between her legs was searing. Each time her insides were stirred, sharp jolts ran through her.

“W-Wait, uhn…! Just a second…!”

“What.”

“P-Pull out, pull out….”

The man chuckled.

“Too late.”

Bracing himself on the bed with his arms, he thrust upward. With every deep, upward motion, Richel’s legs kicked instinctively.

“N-No, stop, plea—!”

“I said, I’m c*mming.”

“Uhn…! No, I said no…!”

“You’ve been c*mming already, what’s the point in acting coy now.”

Richel shook her head. With every deep thrust, her lower abdomen felt like it might burst. She tensed below, fearing she might lose control if she let go.

“If you squeeze like that, I might cum first.”

“No…. Hngh, stop, uhn…! Please stop….”

“You don’t listen, do you.”

He pried open her tightening thighs. Their joining opened wider, and her body clung tightly to him. At the same time, he lowered one hand and gripped Richel’s backside.

He raised his hips high and slammed down with a thud. Without pulling out, he ground upward, then drew back and slammed in again with a harsh sound.

“Hh—!”

He buried himself deeply, as if to tear her apart from within. Lifting high, then plunging back in, he pulled Richel’s hips toward him. Her lifted lower body collided with the man’s unrelenting thrusts. The pressure inside reached its breaking point.

Still moving wildly like a madman, the man grasped her backside and used his other hand to touch her most sensitive spot. Richel’s body, pinned beneath him, trembled violently.

“Now, you’re going to cum.”

Thud! He slammed in hard while pressing firmly against her bud. As Richel screamed, the strength in her lower body gave out.

A warm stream flowed out, trickling along where they were joined. It soaked the sheets again as it dripped down from the man’s hand holding her hips. The sheets beneath them grew steadily wetter.

Flick—he tapped her bud with his finger. Richel shuddered and spilled the remaining liquid all at once. He moved a few more times, stirring inside her. Clear liquid spurted, splashing onto the muscles of the man’s abdomen.

“Hgh….”

Richel burst into sobs. Her face burned with shame. She felt as if she had given up her humanity—she couldn’t bear it.

The man laughed softly and licked Richel’s face. He kissed the damp, soaked fabric clinging to her and gently bit her flushed cheek.

“Don’t cry. I’ll cum soon too.”

Smooch. He kissed her trembling lips briefly, then brought his hand beside Richel’s face. The bed rocked again as he pressed against her once more. Wet, sticky sounds came from their joined bodies.

Richel turned her head with her mouth open. Her entrance, thoroughly stirred, and her sore belly throbbed. With every motion that came and went into her emptied core, more moisture was squeezed out.

“Is it that easy now? Just a little movement and you’re done?”

“N-No, that’s not it, nnngh….”

The man smiled and continued moving his hips. Sometimes he slammed down with force, other times lifted gently.

Richel moaned and touched her stomach. She could feel the movement inside—sinking, then pushing out as it rose. With how it throbbed as if to burst through her skin, Richel lifted her head.

A dim part of the dark room came into view. The soaked sheets had rolled up slightly from their intense movement.

Through the tear-blurred vision, a large frame like a wall appeared. A body packed with muscle moved rhythmically above her.

A glimpse of a wide, solid chest connected to a narrow waist. Firm thighs without a trace of fat, scars here and there, veins bulging from strong arms.

The man’s physique was flawless—but something felt off. It felt like she had seen that body somewhere before.

Richel had never been in a relationship. She had received proposals, but no one had ever truly matched her heart. The only time she had seen a man’s bare body was on her wedding night.

But even then, she had been too nervous to notice much. And the lights had been off.

“…….”

Richel held her breath and lifted her head. She caught fleeting glimpses of his swaying abs and broad shoulders.

Just a little more, just a little further…. 

Richel twisted her neck as far as it would go to see the man’s face. Climbing past shoulders twice the width of a waist, a straight neckline came into view.