Free Web NovelChapter 28: With Landlady (R18)
"Ronan," she said meekly with a stammer. "I think... I think this is not right."
"What is not right, Miss Wailey?" He grunted, leaning closer toward her.
His nose was almost rubbing against her nose. He could hear her ragged and deep breathing. He could feel the goosebumps she had all over her body.
"This..." she stammered, but Ronan did not give her the chance to speak.
He leaned in fully, capturing her lips with his own. Illyia was unresponsive at the start. Her hands were resting on his chest but she did not push him away. Ronan began slowly and he placed both his hands on her waist and pulled her into him. Illyia lost whatever resistance she had left and melted into his protective arms. She started to respond to his kiss and within moments both of them were gently sucking on each other. It was a kiss of passion, of fire and of lust. Only when both of them became breathless did they separate, gasping for breath sucking in air.
"Ronan!" Illyia gasped. "I do not think we should take it any further."
"Yeah?" He mumbled.
But his hands did not stop. They slid from her waist toward her plump ass. He groped both her cheeks and a jolt of current ran through her body. She had not been touched in ages and everything was making her flustered. Her cheeks had turned red and her entire body was heating up.
"Ronan!" She moaned.
She did not get the chance to complete her sentence. Ronan, holding her ass, picked her up.
"Ahh!" she yelped. "Ronan."
With his enhanced strength, handling her was like handling air. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him and buried herself against him. Her body was pressed against his, with her boobs dangling just in front of his face. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her erect nipples permeating through the thin fabric.
"You are so soft, Miss Wailey," Ronan remarked.
The redness on her face deepened. He, meanwhile, nudged his face between her boobs and basked in her scent.
"Ronan!" She moaned. "Let me down."
Her mind and body were a mess. Her mind was telling her to stop but her body was craving more and more. Her nipples had turned erect and she was craving Ronan to grope, press, and suck on her boobs. She wanted him to pinch and bite her. She wanted him to fondle her roughly and wildly.
Her pussy was dripping wet and she was instinctively grinding herself against his waist in the position she was in. She wanted Ronan’s fingers to rub her leaking cunt. She wanted him to lick it and wriggle his tongue inside her. She wanted him to shove his dick in her cunt and fuck her brains out. To ravage her badly. She wanted all of that.
Ronan, carrying her, started to walk. He left the kitchen and brought her to her bed, then dropped her on it. Her clothes were sticking to her body and every curve of hers was accentuated. Seeing her in that position, enticing and calling to be fucked, Ronan gulped. His cock throbbed in his pants and he felt a sense of anticipation.
"Miss Wailey," he groaned. "Now you are driving me crazy!"
"Ronan," she mumbled.
He raised his hand and cut her off.
"Do not argue. Do not resist," he said. "Give in. Listen to your body and let it do the talking."
Illyia could only gulp in response. She could feel Ronan’s infernal lust. The way he was gazing at her, like a predator eyeing its prey, was making her tremble. It was an exhilarating feeling.
She did not respond, did not say anything. It was all the confirmation Ronan needed. He leaned toward the bed and took hold of her clothes. In one motion, he pulled them upward and outward from above her head.
And not to much of Ronan’s surprise, she was not wearing any bra or panty. Illyia’s naked form came into his view.
His eyes settled on her chest. Her boobs were massive. Ronan was surely going to enjoy playing with them. Both her nipples were erect. And he was going to bite and devour those two little brown patches.
His gaze descended downward, traveling through her curvy stomach and waist. The navel on her stomach was calling out to Ronan and he was surely going to answer the call.
And then his eyes finally settled on her cunt hiding between her thick thighs. Her pussy was dripping wet and was covered by small hairs which were glistening because of her wetness.
Noticing his gaze on her like this, Illyia felt embarrassed and tried to cover her boobs and pussy with one hand each.
"I was about to sleep," she explained, justifying her reason for not wearing undergarments.
"I did not say, I do not like this," Ronan remarked with a smile.
"You are still dressed," she whispered. "This does not look fair."
"Take the initiative," Ronan smirked.
Illyia glared at him in false irritation, but she ultimately moved. She stood on her knees and arrived at the edge of the bed. Her hands reached for the collar of his shirt and she forcefully pulled him toward her.
In this position, he was looming over her and she had to crane her neck to look at his face. Ronan clutched her head from behind and leaned in, capturing her lips.
Unlike the first time, she was responsive from the beginning and was matching his intensity as both of them sucked on each other. Ronan, finally letting his desire win, did what he had been craving for a long time. He brought his free hand up and placed it on one of her boobs, groping it hard.
"Ahh!" A muffled moan escaped her lips, but she still did not pull away.
The feeling of his fingers sinking into her soft, fleshy boobs was like heaven for Ronan. It was the first for him. He could not describe it in words. He continued squeezing it hard.
"Mhmm!" she moaned. "Ahh!"
Meanwhile, a battle had ensued between their tongues. Both of them were constantly battling against each other’s tongues. Sometimes Illyia would force her way inside his mouth and sometimes Ronan would do the same. Their saliva was dripping and was all over their lips, jaws and even the nose. But neither of them were in the mood to care. They were intensely sucking on each other as if they wanted to blend into each other.
Ronan let go of her first boob and pressed the other, earning another round of moans from her lips. They pulled apart from each other only after both of them felt a little satisfied. But this satisfaction was like a double edged sword. It had only given air to the raging lust within them.
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