Chapter 11: Monica

Fine transparent beads hung from the chandelier on the living room ceiling, quietly suspended there. But in Monica's eyes, they seemed to sway, faint and blurry, forming uneven shades of light and shadow.
It turned out that she was breathing too heavily, causing her line of sight to be unable to focus accurately. It swayed vigorously with her breath.
Steven buried his head in her chest, gently biting her flesh. His wet and soft tongue licked her tender skin, then he forcefully sucked on it, leaving a string of damp kiss marks.
The situation had clearly exceeded Monica's expectations. She wanted to struggle, but she found herself unable to resist due to the vast difference in strength between men and women.
"Steven! Let go of me! How dare you treat me like this! I'm going to tell my brother!" she exclaimed.
"Sure." Steven stood up and reached for her phone, saying, "Let's call Eric right now and explain to him in detail what you're doing with me."
Although the phone was handed to her, she didn't dare to take answer it. Even if it cost her life, Monica wouldn't want to actually tell Eric about this.
If news spread that she had gotten involved with her mortal enemy, who would believe it?
Steven had long anticipated her hesitation and put the phone back, burying his head once again in her chest to continue nibbling on her flesh.
Waves of pleasure surged through her as he r breast was suckled ed and stimulated her breasts over and over. She made indistinct moans and gasps, choking out, "Don't bite... Wright, Steven!"
Her soft body involuntarily trembled, her fingers gripping against his shoulder, scratching helplessly. Eventually, her fingertips sank into the strands of hair at the back of his head, as if holding onto him tightly.
He took her nipple in his mouth, gently teasing it with his tongue. The sound of her gasps changed as he sucked more gently and lightly. Soon, she couldn't bear it anymore and tugged at his ear, scolding him with muffled words.
He took turns sucking both breasts, leaving a trace of red and purple marks on her fair and smooth skin. With the rise and fall of her breaths, her breasts swayed seductively, full and tender.
Unable to resist, he bit her a couple more times before straightening up, lifting his knee to separate her legs, folding one of them to the side and pressing it down, revealing her inner thigh. He didn't need to touch it to feel that her underwear had been stained dark, clearly wet.
Monica twisted at her waist, using the little strength she had to try and turn around, nearly toppling off the sofa. He reached out and pulled her back, securing her in his embrace.
Their bare skin was in close contact, rubbing against each other, giving rise to an indescribable and peculiar pleasure. Body temperature and heartbeat were mutually transmitted, as if merging into one.
"That's enough..." Her voice trembled and her tone became sticky and soft. "...You're not allowed to do this again..." she tried to defend bravely.
"What again?" Steven lowered his head, brushed away the sweaty hair from her forehead, and kissed the corner of her wet eyes. "How will I know unless you explain clearly?"
He stood up and took out two wet wipes from the coffee table, carefully wiping his fingers, but his gaze remained fixed on her.
Monica felt like a hunted prey, and Steven was the executioner, calmly sharpening his knife.
"You're not allowed to touch me again!" She said trying to sound strong again after being so weak.
"What if I do?" Steven dared.
"How did you do it? Is that how it is?" He threw away the wet wipes, then bent down and pushed aside the fabric between her legs.
His slightly cool and moist palm pressed against her soft mound without any barriers, enclosing it, and gently massaged it back and forth with a little force. Her whole body tingled, her fingers tightly pinched his arm, her long eyelashes trembled, and her legs clamped his hand tightly, wetting his palm.
He nibbled on her earlobe and gently exhaled, "Darling, you are so sensitive. How did you get so wet?"
His fingertips shallowly played with her mound, and after being covered with glistening fluid, he slowly and lightly spread apart the tightly closed flower lips, using his knuckles to explore inside little by little.
Monica wanted to curse at him and make him stop, but the pleasure coursing through her body was too difficult to ignore, almost devouring her sanity, leaving her unable to think properly.
"StevenYou stop..." She pinched his arm, but felt even more vividly as his knuckles twisted the soft flower lips, touching the delicate and sensitive interior, teasing and massaging it. "Don't touch... don't go any further!" She said breathlessly.
As Steven's fingers touched a prominent spot, he lightly pinched it, causing Monica's entire body to tremble with electric sensations. She couldn't help but moan, curling her toes.
The sensitive clitoris swelled and stiffened under his repeated rubbing, and even the gentlest touch produced immense and bewildering pleasure.
Monica felt that all her attention was focused on his mischievous fingertips, with him having complete control over her body, she felt likeand her sanity was on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
While forcefully massaging and pinching her clitoris, he also used his palm to rub her vulva, occasionally using his fingertips to stroke the entrance.
Monica was already sensitive, and it didn't take long before she couldn't take it anymore. Her vision went white, and the overwhelming pleasure rushed up from her core and quickly spread to her limbs.
Before she could even make a sound, her body was engulfed by the waves of orgasmic bliss. Her waist tightened, her body involuntarily arched, and she collapsed heavily back onto the couch, panting frantically with hazy eyes.
Steven withdrew his hand, which was dripping with the liquid of her arousal.
After the climax, her delicate voice had a hint of a plaintive tone, "Steven... wait for me, I won't let you go..."
"Willing to bet and willing to lose." He held her in a different position, lifted her legs, and then closed them together.
"You didn't say it would be this kind of punishment!" Monica said, her tone cold yet composed.
"Didn't I say? The final interpretation is mine. This is a lesson for you, to confirm the terms before signing the contract." Steven said with a hint of affection.
How could an someone say such shameless words so self-righteously? Monica thought.
Her tightly closed thighs were quickly filled with something hard and hot, and Monica gasped weakly, "No..."
She had only ever seen it in movies and had never seen a real man's genitals in person. Just a glance between his legs was enough to make her refrain from looking again, but that one glance was enough for her to see all of Steven clearly.
It was completely different from Steven's innocent appearance,appearance; it was menacing in size.
He lowered his head, the teardrop mole below his eye corner particularly clear, and Monica involuntarily reached out to touch it, but he caught her, leaned down to kiss her, and began moving while holding her waist.
"I don't... you take care of it yourself... mmm..." Monica felt dizzy and disoriented, but after experiencing the climax, she had no strength in her body, completely unable to resist.
“No” he said, as , he pinned herme down and did whatever he wanted.,” she said.
"So, now that you've had your fun, you don't care about me anymore?" His voice was low and hoarse, with an unpredictable rhythm and a lustful haze that was completely different from his usual self.
Her inner thighs were slippery, as he moved his hips, causing Monica's body to undulate, and her soft and tender breasts trembled as he once again squeezed them in his palms.
"Ouchoh, you're so roughhard... Take it slow..." Monica complained, Sheshe was exhausted and had completely given up resisting; she could barely hold on. The thick and long shaft rubbed against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, making her feel both ticklish and numb.
"Why aren't you done yet?" Monica said almost angrily.
"Do you want me to go faster?" Steven looked at her as he asked.
"Of course!" Monica replied wanting this to be over.
"Give me your hand." Steven was happy with the thought.
She reached out her hand, which Steven quickly grabbed and guided towards his lap.
"Who said you could touch me!" Monica realized what was happening and tried to retract her hand, but he held it firmly, and she couldn't escape.
The feel of heris fingers was even more explicit than her thighs, adding to Steven’s pleasure. . MonicaShe felt like she couldn't hold on, but he forced her hand to touch his penis, guiding her to pleasure him. She gritted her teeth, thinking this was the only way to end this as quickly as possible.
Monica did as she was instructed until her Her hand became sore and numb.
Steven's deep gasps continued to resonate in her ear, occasionally mixed with pleasurable sighs. Monica blushed inexplicably and felt her body heat up unconsciously.
Outside the window, the night was hazy, and the closed windows blocked out the outside sounds from the outside world, making the passing of time in the room even more elusive.
After what seemed like a long time, Monica felt like her hand was about to break, but he still showed no signs of climaxing.
"When are you going to finish?" Monica asked with a hint of irritation.
"I'm almost there." Steven gritted out trying not to break his concentration.
"You said the same thing just a moment ago!"
He chuckled softly and sucked on her lips. "This time, I'm really close, baby. Call my name."
"What should I call you? I won't call you 'brother'!"
"Just use my name."
Though Monica half-doubted his words, she still called out, "Steven..."
"Mmm," he lightly responded. His movements noticeably sped up, and he said, "Call it again."
"...Steven..."
He breathed heavily, thrusting his hips forcefully into her hand a few times, with his waist and abdomen tensed. In a moment of daze, he softly called her name, "Monica."
Just like countless other nights he had thought of her.
Thick, ,White sticky semen continuously shot onto her lower abdomen. Monica angrily said, "Steven! Don't get your dirty stuff on me!"
"Hmm?" Steven grasped her hand tightly, prolonging the pleasure of ejaculating, and enjoyed it with closed eyes and low breaths. After a while, he finally said with a hoarse voicely said,
"...But what do we do? I want to not only get it on you but also shoot everything into your stomach in the future."
His vulgar words were too explicit, and they instantly made her face burn. She forcefully pulled her hand back and said, "Pervert! Shameless! Go find someone else!"
She struggled to run, but he held her tightly, and lowered his head to kiss her, their lips and tongues entangling in a sticky embrace. For a while longer,e, both their bodies exuded the same obscene essence.
**Chapter 12: Fool**