Chapter 247 The Beginning
Their bodies stayed connected, moving together in a rhythm that sent electric pleasure through her, making her whole body tense. Her nails dug deeply into his forearm, drawing blood.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her. Diana gasped, snapping back to reality from the haze of desire.
Before she could fully recover, Charles guided her to sit on his waist. His erection, still hard and unsatisfied, brushed against her buttocks, slick with their combined fluids.
Charles held Diana's waist, watching her every reaction from his vantage point. Her skin was flushed pink, her neck and chest covered in tiny kiss marks, his handiwork from moments before. His voice, husky with lust, commanded, "Move yourself."
Diana snapped out of her daze, angered by his tone. She immediately resisted, "No way, you pervert!"
If it weren't for the fact that she was pregnant, he would have already taken her completely, without needing to change positions.
Seeing her reluctance, Charles narrowed his eyes and countered, "Shall I do it then?"
As he spoke, he sat up, ready to flip her over. Her eyes widened in realization; if she let him take control, she might not be able to get out of bed.
Since it was going to happen anyway, she might as well take charge.
"Wait!" Diana pushed Charles down, panting as she straddled him, looking determined. "I'll do it."
Hearing this, Charles's usual expression returned, though his eyes couldn't hide his excitement.
Diana frowned, gripping his penis with obvious distaste. It was a deep, angry red, veins bulging, looking almost monstrous.
"So gross," she muttered under her breath.
The thought of having to put it inside her made her feel uncomfortable, and her movements became painfully slow.
Her soft, fragrant hands roamed over Charles, making his breathing heavier. Hearing her comment, he retorted, "Whose isn't gross? Billy's?"
Diana paused, squeezing his penis hard enough to almost make him come right then and there. "Do you like mentioning other people when you're in bed? Cuckold fetish?"
She squeezed again, demanding, "Who's better, me or your ex? Answer me!"
Her aggressive movements made Charles's scalp tingle, his blood rushing to one place. With a muffled groan, he finally came, his semen thick and plentiful, some of it landing on Diana's stomach and sliding down her skin.
Diana's eyes widened in surprise at his sudden ejaculation. She quickly let go of his penis, trying to get off him.
"Premature ejaculator, so disgusting! Get off me!" Her words were a direct challenge to Charles's patience.
He gritted his teeth, veins throbbing on his forehead, and grabbed her waist to prevent her escape. His penis, still hard, quickly regained its stiffness. He thrust upward with a hint of malice, his penis brushing against her clitoris, making Diana moan.
"Say one more word, and I'll fuck you senseless. Keep going," he threatened, his breath heavy. Endurance was a matter of pride for a man, and she dared to insult him!
Diana bit her lip, staying silent. Charles's penis pressed firmly against her entrance, her vagina secreting more fluids, almost inviting him in.
Rather than being tormented, Diana decided it was better to take control and finish quickly. She took a deep breath, struggling to position him correctly. She imagined it was just a toy.
She lifted her hips, trying to lower herself onto him. But her view was too high, and she couldn't see what was happening below. Each time she tried to sit down, the pressure made her lift back up in pain.
Charles, beneath her, watched his penis tease her entrance, unable to enter. His eyes reddened with frustration.
As he saw it about to slip away again, he grabbed Diana's waist and pushed her down. The sudden movement made Diana cry out, the sensation of being fully penetrated overwhelming her. Her thighs trembled, muscles spasming, and she let out uncontrollable moans.
Charles's penis was enveloped in her tight, wet warmth, sending shivers down his spine. It wasn't enough. He needed more. He pulled her arm, panting, "Keep moving."
His penis ground against her insides, making her already sensitive walls contract and squeeze, pushing out their mixed fluids.
"Keep riding," he urged. His hand on her waist guided her movements, but Diana, exhausted, almost slipped off him. Their tightly joined bodies meant any misalignment would cause his thick penis to hit painful angles, making her shudder.
His hand on her waist rubbed gently, his grip firm, forcing her to continue moving. "Stay steady," he panted, holding her wrists to stabilize her. His other hand gripped her waist, leaving red marks. "Move."
Her thigh muscles twitched, knees pressing against his ribs, resisting his guidance. Diana wanted to slap him, but the pleasure clouded her mind. "You're already so tight," Charles praised, trying to coax her. "Don't squeeze."
His large hand forced her to ride him, their bodies fully connected. His swollen head pressed against her cervix, her vaginal walls clinging to his penis, her labia pressed against his scrotum, her clitoris swollen and sensitive.
The intense pleasure made her body numb, her abdomen twitching, her ears filled with his heavy breathing.
"Move back and forth like this," he instructed. The sound of their wet bodies was loud, her labia pressed against his scrotum, causing a mix of pain and numbness. Her abdomen convulsed, and Diana instinctively tried to escape, her whimpers almost like sobs.
As Charles moved her waist, her entire body—her breasts, sensitive nipples, exposed waist, soft thighs, and swollen, red lower body—rubbed against him.
"Stop," she gasped, collapsing onto him, her breathing erratic, almost crying. He groaned, barely acknowledging her. His penis's veins tormented her insides, her soft flesh rubbed raw, the pain and pleasure pushing her to the brink of collapse. She gasped, "Charles!"
"Charles!" she repeated, panting in his neck, her eyes teary from the intense physical reaction. "Stop moving."
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