Predatory Marriage — Chapter 85. Please, stop (2)
Translator: Atlas / Editors: Eyljee, Regan
“One…ah…just do one…”
She meant either his caresses of her chest or his relentless thrusts from below, but Ishakan took it differently.
“Just one?” He chuckled, moving his hand down, his finger pressing against her cl!toris and making her body shudder wildly. He wiggled his finger and whispered mischievously.
“You’re so greedy. I only have two hands, after all.”
He was making her sound like a lewd woman, but when she opened her mouth to protest, only moans escaped.
The panting noises echoed in this empty place, loud and clear. She tried to move, unable to bear it, but was trapped by the iron bars in front of her and Ishakan pushing into her from behind. His manhood kept moving inside her as her bre4sts bounced up and down, and her body trembled as he deftly stroked and pinched her n!pples.
Leah was sobbing in pain. Balanced on tiptoe, her thighs were tiring rapidly, but if she lowered herself even a little she was impaled on his manhood. She was trapped, overwhelmed by the sensations she was feeling, and her mind kept going blank as he pushed her to the point that she couldn’t stand it anymore.
Something was trying to burst out of her. The pressure was too much, every time his manhood rubbed her inner walls, she felt like something was going to come out, that she had to…
Leah called out to Ishakan urgently.
“Ishakan, haaa, wait…”
She desperately grabbed his forearm.
“Wait…wait, stop…ah, no…” She begged.
“What do you mean no, don’t you like it so much?” He panted, ignoring her as she scratched him with her sharp nails, pushing relentlessly into her. He curled his hips to make the sounds wetter, almost as if he were tasting it, and whispered, “you’re too wet down here.”
It was humiliating, but she had to tell him the truth. “Ishakan, I think I’m going to…pee…”
Ishakan licked her tear-stained cheeks as he drove his manhood harder into her inner walls.
“Okay. Do it.”
“Haaa… Please, stop…”
His finger rubbed harder against her cl!toris and the inside of her v@gina squeezed as she shook her head from side to side, pleading desperately. “No…ah, what are you doing? I can’t stand it, heukkkkkk!”
A spasm shook her body and her feet gave out under her, her body convulsing as she slid down onto him, impaled. She couldn’t take it, he was so deep!
Her hips jerked forward and a stream of liquid burst between her legs, a clear fluid dripping to the floor, slicking her legs and thighs. Leah moaned, shocked at her body’s betrayal, she couldn’t believe she had…it wasn’t like she was a child, it was so embarrassing!
“I told you to stop!” she wailed. “Why….?!”
It wouldn’t have happened if he had let her ago. She was stunned by what had happened and confused by what her body was doing. It wasn’t…pee, it had no smell, and then she realized that Ishakan hadn’t spoken in a while.
“Ishakan…?” She called him by name.
It took a moment for him to respond, his voice a tense and rumbling bass.
His breathing was heavy, rasping.
“I told you not to act so erotic…”
His hands gripped the iron bars as he groaned, deep and agonized, trapping Leah between his arms, his forearms on either side of her face. Veins bulged in each meaty forearm, muscle quivered, and in his grip the iron bars bent with a squeak.
“Haa…I’m sorry…” he whispered, his voice thready with distress. “Sorry…”
She hadn’t expected an apology. Leah inhaled. This felt dangerous. Something strange was happening inside her, the tension in his voice transferring to her body. At first she thought she had been imagining it, but now she was sure it was real.
“Ish…Ishaken…” She was really scared, her voice shaking as she called his name. “It feels…strange inside…”
His manhood was swelling. A lot.