Chapter 27: Desire

Feeling something hard stretching her entrance, much thicker than his fingers from before, Monica became afraid. Steven held her close, comforting and kissing her, his mouth gentle while his lower body moved forcefully, not allowing her to hide, gradually thrusting deeper with each movement.
Her body was being slowly expanded and invaded, the fullness in her opening tearing at her nerves.
The deep tremor raised ises in the depths of herthe body. Because Steven's foreplay was is long and patient, Monica's body was is already soft and wet, hardly feeling any pain, only the unfamiliar pleasure spreading through her legs into her body.
The thick and hard object penetrates her body, and after enduring for a while, Monica bites her lip and feels like she's reached her limit.
"... That's enough..." Monica moans, feeling a bit overwhelmed, "It's so tight..."
Steven grabbeds her hand and toucheds it to the joining area, chuckling in a low, hoarse voice, "But baby, you've only had a taste."
She feltels confused and complaineds, "... Why is it so big!"
Men love hearing these kinds of words in bed, especially when she instinctively marvels at it, it satisfies them even more.
"Silly girl," he affectionately bit es her cheek, "You'll know the benefits in a bit."
"You're the silly one!" Monica was is a little angry and wanteds to hit him, but both of them wereare in a sensitive phase of joining, so when she twisteds her body, the joining area tightly clamped,s, and both of them can't help but release an unbearable gasp.
Steven patteds her on the buttocks, "Don't move." He instructed.
Because of his fear that she may be in painhe's afraid she's in pain, he held 's holding back the explosion inside him, yet she still fans the flames.
The process of joining is long and torturous. Steven presses down on her thigh roots, leaving red marks, and her passionate fluids flow from her leg to drench the joining area.
Monica notices that he has been continuously staring at the motion in her leg, feeling a little embarrassed, and can't help but moan, "What are you looking at!"
"I'm watching how I enter," he gently pants, spreading s her legs a bit more, as he and thrusts his waist inward, "Baby, you're consuming me."
On the bed and out in publicunderneath the bed, Steven is two completely different people. Monica couldn't have imagined that someone who is usually so refined and restrained would have this kind of style in bed, with explicit words pouring out one after another, making her wish she could dig a hole and bury herself.
Once When the whole length had is entered inside Monicaburied inside, both of them couldn’t an't help but take a deep breath at the same time. Steven bitebites s her earlobe, his voice low and seductive, "Baby, I'm inside you, can you feel it?"
Finally.
I finally have you and possess you as my own..
We are completely united as one. These thoughts consumed Steven.
Monica gasps in a daze, her sweat soaking her forehead, her chest heaving rapidly, feeling full and numb. The presence of the penis inside her body is too strong, the flesh of her walls pressing tightly against it with no gap, she can even feel it stirring slightly, tugging and pulling between her breaths, creating intense pleasure through friction.
Steven thrusts his waist inward, the glans hitting deep into the soft flesh of her cervix, without even using much force. The sensitive Monica trembles her voice and cries out shortly, her nails tightening on his shoulders, and unexpectedly, she reaches climax with this first thrust.
It comes suddenly, and no one expected it.
She moans, curling up on her tiptoes, her walls contracting and gripping, causing the erect and swollen penis inside her to involuntarily twitch.
Experiencing this kind of sensation for the first time, Steven is caught off guard, feeling a tingle in his lower back, nearly about to ejaculate.
He closes his eyes to relax, managing to hold back that sensation.
"Good girl, well done," he took a deep breath and kissed her cheek, "Baby, you bite me so tight..."
He asked in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt?"
Monica gasped urgently, "No...go.. go slow--ah!"
Before she could finish her sentence, Steven thrust hard, as if he couldn't bear it any longer. Her legs involuntarily struggled, but he held them apart, exposing her most sensitive area for him to thrust into freely and forcefully, as if he wanted to devour her.
The previous tenderness faded away, revealing the ferocious nature of a beast.
"Mmm...no, don't...so intense...too deep...Steven...mmm..."
Monica's moans trembled, her legs squirming around his waist, her toes curling up. "You're bullying me...I don't want to...mmm..."
Her entrance was pushed in by his movements, tremblingly wrapping around the base of his penis, wetly pressing against his testicles, as if trying to swallow them whole.
"Where does it feel heavy?" he asked playfully, bending down to kiss her neck, his sex rubbing against the soft flesh inside her, finding a fold, and forcefully thrusting his glans against it. Monica immediately trembled all over, her moans punctuated with broken sobs.
"Is it here?" he asked as he pleased himself inside her.
"No...don't.. don’t thrust...ah...not so hard..."
Monica's moans changed tone, unable to hold back, she cried and begged, "Steven...I really can't...more gently...ah!"
"Do you want to beg me? Then say something nice."
Monica clenched her lips and refused to comply. Steven wasn't in a hurry either, he continued to thrust according to his own desires. Monica screamed even louder, her fingertips pinching his shoulders, almost sinking into his flesh.
"Do you want to scream?"
She gasped for breath for a moment, then couldn't help but surrender, whispering softly, "Brother... Steven, brother..."
The lingering tone was soft and charming, rising like a hook, scratching at people's hearts.
Listening to her cry and beg for mercy, Steven's desire became even stronger. He thrust harder each time, grinding forcefully against that fold, causing the convulsions of her flesh, making Monica shiver all over, crying and moaning as she climaxed, lying half-paralyzed on the bed unable to recover for a long time.
She was obviously a little dazed from being ravaged, her long lashes damp with glistening tears, her cheeks blushing with desire, and with a voice filled with sobs, she scolded him, "Steven, you're deliberately punishing me!"
He reached between her legs and touched her connecting area, then brought his wet hand to her face and chuckled, "Take a look for yourself, you're so wet from pleasure. Do you still think I'm punishing you? I'm loving you."
He pressed down, grabbing her legs and hanging them in his arms, thrusting his waist in again, squeezing out the sticky sound of her tight and moist entrance, the soft flesh continuously sucking on his penis, making it numbly pleasurable.
Steven bit her lip, firmly pressing her down, making her unable to move, with his waist and abdomen tense, he whispered, "Monica also loves me, right?"
The window was tightly shut, the curtains gracefully falling, not even a hint of the cool breeze of the spring night could enter.
Without reducing the spring inside the room becoming denser.
Monica's lips were sealed, and she could only let out a vague moan with a hint of crying from her throat, sounding pitiful and seductive.
Her fair body was continuously jolted and trembled under him, revealing a pink color of desire. At first, her delicate fingertips forcefully sank into his back muscles, but later lost strength and could only weakly slide down, hanging on his waist, unable to even hold onto his back.
Steven's movements were harsh and fierce. The sound of water came from their connection, scattered and splashing the liquid, seeping into the sheets beneath them.
Behind his civilized and cold appearance, lay the intense desire he had for her.
Once the beast of desire was unleashed, it became unstoppable.
Steven pressed down on her mercilessly, his fingers sliding from her waist to her buttocks, lifting her up, while his waist pushed down heavily.
His thick and rigid member completely sank into her wet and tight entrance, even biting into it, making him unable to resist moaning deeply, his spine tensing with stimulation, and he continued thrusting into her soft passage fiercely.
Monica was unable to bear the deep penetration, her slender legs trembled against his waist, whimpering and crying, "So deep... uh... don't thrust... so hard... no, stop... too heavy, ugh..."
Her entrance was completely stretched open by the thick and hard member, and the soft flesh around the edges was pressed down by the swollen testicles due to his thrusting.
However, it also fed back an extremely pleasurable sensation to him. Steven reached out and touched their connection, feeling the debauched movements of his thrusting, and then grabbed her hand and reached between her legs.
"Baby, you're biting me."
Monica refused to touch, struggling to withdraw her hand and choked out that he was a pervert.
He laughed, bent down to kiss her again, his fingers exploring her most sensitive spot between her legs, finding her swollen clit.
While thrusting deeply, Steven squeezed her clit forcefully. Monica couldn't bear it, trembling all over, stimulated to the point of reaching climax, her passage convulsing and tightly gripping his thick and long member deeply buried inside her, creating a friction that brought both immense pleasure and pain.
Experiencing desire for the first time, he was also close to his limit. Unable to bear being bitten by her anymore, he stopped restraining himself and thrust deeply a few more times, his waist and abdomen tightening before ejaculating completely.
Through a thin membrane, Monica could also feel the semen being forcefully ejaculated onto her most sensitive flesh, stimulating her to the point of curling her toes.
It seemed like Steven was still not satisfied, as he continued thrusting while ejaculating, grinding against her cervix, as if really wanting to pour it into her womb.
She whimpered, wanting to avoid it, but was held down by him and unable to move, until he let out a low breath and completely released the hand that had been imprisoning her, only then did she slowly regain her freedom.
The room's restlessness gradually returned to calmness. The two of them embraced each other, panting heavily, only coming back to their senses after a long time from the intense climax of desire.
Steven removed the condom, tied it up, and threw it away. He lowered his head, kissing her, sticking to her lips and tongue, gently biting her tongue tip. "Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"
His warm and firm embrace made her momentarily indulge in it.
"Nowhere is uncomfortable." Falling from the blissful clouds, Monica only felt her waist was sore and her legs felt weak.,
Soft, the legs are both sour and numb, with her and the body is covered in sweat, it felt sticky and greasy. "I want to go take a shower."
"No rush." Steven said calmly.
Steven seemed to enjoy the intimacy afterwards, hugging and kissing her affectionately, spending quite some time, before finally taking her to the bathroom.
Steam filled the air, and Monica felt tired. She didn't have the strength to argue with him, so she leaned against his chest and enjoyed his care. With half-closed eyes, she weakly said, "This is between the two of us, you're not allowed to talk about it."
He lightly pinched her waist, "What are you afraid of?"
"Who's afraid! Stop touching me!" Monica turned around to catch his hand, but he took the opportunity to move up and once again grabbed her chest.
They had already gotten on the bed, and she understood the implications of these intimate actions in an instant. She swatted away his wandering hands and hurriedly tried to get up from the bathtub, saying in a flustered manner, "I'm done washing, I want to sleep."
Steven noticed her hesitation but didn't expose her. He only gently kissed her back and whispered, "Monica, we have a long future ahead of us."
It was unclear whether he said it for her to hear, or for himself to hear.
Monica clenched her fingertips tightly, forcefully biting her lower lip, and without turning back, she got out of the bathtub.
In the early morning, the ringing of the phone on the bedside table disturbed the tranquility of the room, waking up the two people who were sleeping soundly in each other's embrace.
Monica furrowed her brows and grumbled as she snuggled into Steven's embrace, trying to avoid the noisy sound.
Steven got up, kissed her cheek, and tucked the blanket behind her, then reached for her phone placed on the bedside table.
He initially didn't intend to answer for her, but when he saw the name on the screen, his hand that was about to hang up paused.
Lawrence. . .e.
He remained silent for a moment, before he swiped to answer.
"Monica, why did it take you so long to answer?" The man's voice was like the March sunlight outside the window, carrying a gentle smile. "Are you still sleeping in? Lazybones?"
Steven lowered his gaze and took a glance at Monica, who was still peacefully asleep. Her fair shoulders were still exposed, marked with the traces he left last night.
"I'm back in NingchuanSiena. Just got off the plane, and now at the airport. I wanted to surprise you by not telling you in advance," Lawrence said with a teasing tone.
"I brought you a gift from Africa this time, you will definitely like it. Do you have time today? Can I come pick you up?"
Noticing the prolonged silence on the other end, Lawrence became puzzled. "Monica?"
Steven paused for a moment before calmly speaking, "Hello, may I ask who this is? Monica is still asleep. If there's anything important, I can pass on the message for you."
**Chapter 28: Ruthless**