Try Begging

Chapter 95

“Huht…”

His tongue dug into her navel. Every time the skinny lump of flesh sipped the alcohol, a tickling sensation rose up and goosebumps rose. His lips, which had sucked every last drop, slowly moved downward.

As he reached the gentle hill between her legs, the man raised his head and asked.

“May I help you, Miss Riddle?”

He even went so far as to remove the hand he had placed there himself. The moment she tilted her head, not knowing what he meant, his lips cut through her flesh and held the cl*toris.

“Aht! No!”

Lunatic.

Pervert.

Yes, he couldn’t say that he was helping her with pure intentions.

As his lips parted slightly and pulled back the thin flesh that covered the cl*toris, the most sensitive sensory point was revealed, and the tongue licked it up.

“Ah-huk, don’t, help me, in this way… ha-ugh!”

Even though Grace struggled to push the golden hair that was tucked tightly between her thighs, her hands kept getting weaker.

“Stay still.”

The deep voice pierced the cl*toris. He grabbed the inside of her quivering thighs and even spread her folds with his thumbs.

He was a man who had never caressed her secret part with his mouth. She wondered if he had selective mysophobia because he touched every corner of her body, but just not between her legs, so she was relieved. Still, why was he doing this today?

He looked fine on the outside, but he must have been quite drunk.

“Ha-uht, please… It’s, it’s weird…”

It was incomparable with his hands.

She was so sensitive that even when she touched her folds and his tongue stuck closely, she felt it more. It seemed that she could feel the texture of the soft tongue vividly. The taste buds, as thin and smooth as velvet wool, covered the bump, making her breath choke.

The tip of his toe, which had been drooping under the table, spontaneously rose upward and curled up. While the sound of the wet skin rubbing became more and more obvious, Grace’s ears began to hear nothing.

“Ha-ugh… hu-huhk—”

The slimy flesh rolled mercilessly on the cl*toris.

The moment when the pleasure that had piled up under the trembling flesh finally surged to the top of her head, Grace burst into tears and felt the climax. When the man grabbed her waist with both hands, she fell backward, unable to control herself.

Tap.

A piece of candy fell onto the table.

Tap. Roll.

And another one. As the candies rolled down the table, it hit each other like billiard balls.

“You have to spit it in my mouth.”

The man wrinkled his brow and stood up. His tongue, which had been playing between her legs, licked the tears at the corners of her eyes.

“Darling, you like it that much? I should have done it often.”

The moment the man put his lips to her ear and whispered, the tips of Grace’s ears turned red.

“Don’t, don’t do it. Never do it.”

He sighed and laughed and got up. The man ran one hand through her disheveled hair and picked up the candy box lying next to the bottle.

“That’s okay, because there is a lot of candy.”

Winston laughed while holding a bright red candy and pushed it deep between Grace’s legs. She was very annoyed when the candy that had almost been pushed outside was pushed back in.

“How long, ahk!”

Once again, the golden hair squeezed between her legs.

His tongue whipped around her opening and then climbed up her wet folds. As the tip of his tongue rubbed against her cl*toris, which was still quivering with the afterglow of climax, Grace couldn’t bear it and grabbed the bottle.

Pour.

Caramel-colored liquid spilled over the blond hair.

She giggled as she looked down at the man who was carelessly baptized with strong alcohol. Thanks to that, even the spaces between her legs were drenched in the sticky alcohol, but far from uncomfortable, it was cool.

The lips sucking on the cl*toris finally parted, and the man raised his head. Even his face was wet. The alcohol that flowed from his forehead ran down the sharp bridge of his nose, and small water droplets formed between his tightly closed eyelids.

“Ha…”

The man stroked his face with his palm and curled his lips. It was unclear whether he was smiling or angry.

Rubbing his face till it dry, the man opened his eyes and glared at Grace. His hands ran slowly through his damp hair, and the water flowed down the back of his neck, gliding along the clearly embossed muscles of his neck and sliding down his cracked chest.

The man stood up without saying a word. As he leisurely unfastened the watch on his wrist, her heart began to beat.

“Aht!”

As soon as the man who had set the watch neatly on the table reached out, Grace’s body floated upward. Winston put her on his shoulders at once and moved away.

Tap.

A piece of candy popped out between her struggling legs and fell to the floor. The place where he put her down was the shower booth.

Her shoulder ached as she staggered and hit the wall.

Shaaa—

The lukewarm water poured over her head.

The man walked out of the booth, leaving her like a drenched mouse in an instant. As he tossed off his clothes and shoes, she slipped her hand between her legs. As soon as she spread her two fingers apart, a piece of candy that was caught inside her came out and fell to the floor.

There was only one candy left. When she struggled to grab the thing stuck in the side of the pessary that was pushed in far—

“I would have said that if you put your hand in without my permission, you will be punished.”

“Uht…”

—He grabbed both her hands at once.

The man licked her fingertips, which were sticky with liquid and candy, and then pulled Grace’s hair back and hit her lips roughly. His thick tongue squeezed through her teeth and burrowed like a snake, and she was choked by his flesh covering her mouth.

“Uuhng…”

A groan of resistance leaked out between her lips. The violent kiss ended only when the tip of his tongue, which had been scratching at her mouth, rolled out the candy she was biting on her cheek.

“Haa…”

The tips of his well-groomed fingernails touched her parted lips as she breathed. It was hot enough to burn.

The hot trajectory continued from her lips to the tip of her chin, and from the tip of her chin to her neck. The fingertips that traced the curve of her breastbone stopped.

The man’s gaze was fixed on her chest.

The man licked the pale pink flesh through his wet white shirt with a ravenous gaze.

It was the look in his eyes, dying of thirst even while standing in the ceaseless stream of water. The gaze, which had wandered aimlessly over the wet body, suddenly began to move in one direction, following the stream of water flowing through the open shirt collar.

A thick stream of water disappeared between the two mounds of flesh.

The stream of water, which only reappeared at the belly button where his shirt was lifted, became a waterfall and ran over the immaculate hill. From the crack in the middle of it, the channel that had gathered together again flowed down and wet the floor.

For some reason, her face became hot.

The moment he lowered his head, the pillar that had been pointing at Grace’s lower belly rose higher and higher. It was clear that his swollen flesh was hotter than his fingertips. The droplets of water that hit the thick, fleshy pillar broke into small pieces and spread in all directions.

It looked like sizzling steam.

“Turn around.”

There was a heavy sense of intimidation in the brief command. He raised his head up.

Crack.

The moment the man’s jawline stood out, the sound of the candy crumbling terribly resounded. Grace silently turned back.

“Place your hand on the wall.”

As soon as she put her hands on the cold gray wall, the man pressed her hand and whispered cruel words affectionately into her ear.

“If you don’t want to hit your head, place it properly.”

How hard was he going to do her?

The long sigh that escaped from between her lips stopped in the middle. As soon as she remembered that there was still candy inside, his hands tugged hard at her waist.

“Bend down. More.”

“Wait!”

“I said bend down.”

Saying so, his large palm pressed gently between Grace’s shoulder blades. Even though he didn’t seem to give him much strength, her hand slid down, and her vision lowered.

“The candy! Take the candy out!”

“You’re not in a position to give orders.”

The moment his hot flesh went into her wet place, Grace screamed out urgently, turning blue.

“Please!”

“You’re not even in a position to beg.”

“Ha-uht!”

The heavy tip was firmly embedded in the tightly closed opening. It was fortunate that it was wet. If he had penetrated through the slit in her dry flesh with such ruthless force, she would have been torn somewhere.

“Ugh, why is it so, haa, tight?”

It seemed that the tension at the climax had not yet drowned out. She was so wet that the inside overflowed with love liquid so the pillar of flesh could slide in, but today, it was as tight as the first time.