Free Web NovelChapter 121: I’m Eager to Please You (R-18)
I sat on the sturdy stool, my legs spread just enough to steady myself, chest still heaving from the work she’d just given me. Meredith knelt between my thighs, her short silver hair catching the dim light from the flickering lanterns overhead. Her green eyes flicked up to meet mine, a spark of satisfaction in them as she rose slowly, deliberately, from her knees.
She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. freewebnøvel.coɱ
"Milord," she murmured, her voice proper and smooth, laced with that undercurrent of devotion she seemed so eager to convey. "Your pleasure is my duty, and I savor every moment of it. Please, allow me to take your cock."
Her hands found my shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to guide herself closer. I could feel the heat radiating from her as she straddled my lap, her thighs bracketing mine on the stool. The wood creaked faintly under our combined weight, but it held firm. My cock, still slick from her mouth, throbbed in anticipation as she positioned herself above me. She didn’t rush; instead, she hovered there for a brief moment, letting the tip brush against her entrance, teasing us both with the promise.
Then, with a soft exhale, she sank down. Inch by inch, her pussy enveloped me, warm and wet, gripping tight like she was made for this. I groaned low in my throat, my hands instinctively settling on her hips, feeling the firm muscle beneath her skin. She was soaked, her arousal coating me as she took me fully, bottoming out with a subtle roll of her hips that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Oh, Milord," she breathed against my ear, her voice a sultry whisper. "You fill me so completely. It’s as if my body was forged to accommodate you, to hold you deep and make you ache for more."
She started to move then, rising up slowly until just the head of my cock remained inside her, then sliding back down with a controlled grace. Her breasts pressed against my chest, the friction of her bare chest against my skin adding to the building heat. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of her inner walls as she rode me, her pace steady but insistent, like she was claiming this rhythm for us both.
Her mouth found my neck, lips brushing soft kisses along the line of my jaw, then lower, to the pulse point where my heart hammered. She licked there, a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue that tasted the salt of my sweat. It sent shivers racing down my spine, my grip tightening on her hips as she ground down harder. freewebnσvel.cøm
"Does it please you, Milord?" she asked, her tone submissive yet edged with command, as if she were coaxing the answer from me. "Feeling me clench around you, drawing you in deeper? I want to be your vessel, to milk every drop of your essence until you’re spent and sated."
I nodded, words caught in my throat as her movements quickened. The stool rocked slightly with each descent, her ass slapping against my thighs in a rhythm that echoed off the stone walls. Her pussy was a vice, slick and hot, fluttering around my length as she chased our shared release. I thrust up to meet her, the angle perfect from this seated position, driving deeper into her core.
Meredith’s breath hitched, her kisses turning to nips along my neck, her tongue tracing patterns that made my skin tingle.
"Yes, just like that," she urged, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Take what you need from me. My body yields to you, Milord, but it craves your force, your unrelenting drive. Let me feel you swell inside me, marking me as yours...!"
Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling down between her breasts, and I couldn’t resist leaning forward to nuzzle there, inhaling her scent–a mix of exertion and desire. She arched into me, her hands threading through my hair, holding me close as she rode harder. The friction built, a delicious burn that had me gritting my teeth, every nerve alight.
Her walls tightened, a telltale sign she was close, and she whispered against my ear, "I’m yours to command, Milord! Use me, fill me until I overflow with your seed! It’s my honor to receive it, to carry the warmth of your pleasure within me!"
The words pushed me closer to the edge. I bucked up into her, my fingers digging into the scarred flesh of her hips, urging her on. She moaned softly, the sound vibrating against my neck as her tongue lapped at my skin, tasting me like I was her sustenance. Her pace faltered for a moment, then surged, her pussy clenching rhythmically, pulling me deeper.
"M-Milord...!" she gasped, her voice breaking just a fraction, that slight edge sharpening her submission. "Your cock throbs so fiercely... I can feel it, pulsing against my most sensitive depths. Don’t hold back... let me have it all...!"
I couldn’t hold out any longer. The pressure coiled tight in my gut, releasing in a rush as I came, spilling hot and deep inside her. She ground down, taking every spurt, her own climax hitting with a shudder that rippled through her body. Her pussy spasmed around me, milking me dry, her breaths coming in ragged pants against my neck.
We stayed like that for a long moment, her forehead resting on my shoulder, her silver hair tickling my cheek. The training room felt smaller, warmer, the air thick with the aftermath. Slowly, she lifted her head, those green eyes locking onto mine, still glazed with satisfaction but already hungry for more.
"Milord," she said, her voice seductive silk, lips brushing my earlobe. "Should you wish to have more of me, you’re more than welcome. I’m eager to please you."
The stool creaked as she shifted, her body still joined to mine, but her words hung in the air like an invitation I knew I wouldn’t refuse.
