If You're Going to Sell Yourself, Sell It to Me - Chapter 40

It felt strange that such a large man could be so easily pulled toward her, as if he was purposely holding back, which also made her feel uneasy.

Even though she initiated, an ominous feeling began to rise within her.

Just as she froze, their faces inches apart, he let out a low chuckle, their noses practically touching. She could feel the vibration of his chest as he laughed.

Though she couldn’t be sure, his attitude had subtly shifted, making her throat go dry, her heart racing.

As she instinctively licked her lips, his hand lightly stopped her. His index finger pressed against her lips, and with his other fingers, he pried her lips open and traced her teeth. The slow movement of his fingers in her mouth felt completely different from a kiss, and carried a clearly sexual intent.

“Mm… Ah…”

With each movement of his fingers between her parted lips, soft moans escaped. A warm heat began to pool in her lower abdomen.

When she gently bit down on his finger, just as she had with his tongue before, Lockwood paused, widening his eyes in interest.

Though she quickly averted her gaze, she mustered the courage to flick her tongue against his finger. It was much weaker than what he had done to her, but Lockwood’s body shuddered in response.

“You know how to be quite cute.”

His low whisper made a wave of belated embarrassment wash over her. As she wriggled her legs to move away, he pulled her even closer to him.

“It’s too late to run now. Ah, this time, let’s make one thing clear before we begin.”

“Huh?”

Confused by his sudden comment, Georgiana opened her eyes to look at him. He chuckled softly, seemingly amused by how cute she looked, and pressed a kiss to her eyelids.

His lips brushed over her eyes, nose, mouth, and every inch of her face until there was no space left untouched.

“What I’m about to do is neither a mistake nor a lighthearted game. So don’t even think about saying it was a mistake you can’t remember, like last time.”

His serious tone sent a shiver of fear through Georgiana. It felt like she had provoked a dangerous predator.

After issuing his warning, he pulled his wet finger from her mouth and slid it into his own. The sight of him swallowing her saliva was shockingly erotic.

As soon as his finger left her mouth, his tongue took its place, thrusting deep inside as if it were a finger. Saliva dripped down the sides of her lips as he kissed her deeply.

His tongue explored her mouth thoroughly for a long time.

“Hm…”

Her tongue ached as if it were being pulled out by its roots, yet the heat between her legs only intensified. Without realizing it, Georgiana moved her body, squeezing her thighs tightly around his.

Even though she clung to him, something still felt missing.

When he finally withdrew, her chin was soaked with saliva. She tried to wipe it away with the back of her hand, but he lowered his head and licked it all up. He didn’t forget to leave a sucking kiss on her skin as he did.

Every spot his mouth and tongue touched blossomed into a red mark. On her pale skin, the marks looked like branded symbols.

From her chin to her collarbone, his lips roamed, and he seemed satisfied with the marks he left before slowly moving his gaze downward.

His eyes locked on the blouse, which was secured by at least twenty tiny buttons, a clear sign of his internal struggle. The buttons were much too small for his hands to easily undo.

Realizing the difficulty, he simply tore the blouse open in one swift motion.

Georgiana’s eyes flew open in shock.

Though she had more than one blouse and was wearing three layers of undergarments, she hadn’t expected him to rip through them all at once. She glared at Lockwood in frustration as her now-shredded clothes lay in tatters.

But as soon as he lowered his head toward her exposed chest, her body flailed like a fish out of water.

He grasped her breasts in both hands, gathering them together as he took one pink nipple into his mouth. The sensation of his large hands kneading and sucking her breasts was incomparable to the times she had simply washed herself.

With each suck, her body jerked.

His tongue teased the stiffened peak, and each time he bit down on the areola, her mind became hazy.

“Lo… Locke…”

Hearing her small voice, Lockwood paused and looked up at her. Since she was propped up on the pillow, she had a clear view of Lockwood staring up at her with her nipple still in his mouth.

The lewd expression on his face, usually so cold, rendered her speechless. He smiled softly at her before asking, “Does it feel good?”

Unable to voice her agreement, she simply stared at him in embarrassment.

“Shall I stop then?”

At that, she couldn’t help but shake her head.

“Then… bear with it.”

Despite his polite tone, he began biting down harder on her nipple. The burning pain at the sensitive peak grew hotter, threatening to peel her skin.

Whenever the stinging became unbearable, his tongue would sweep over the sensitive area like a balm. Her swollen, sensitive flesh throbbed under his attention.

Her nipples had swelled to twice their original size, trembling under his touch. By the time the pain dulled, his mouth had slid lower.

His lips traveled over her flat stomach, stopping to suck on her navel before continuing downward. Like her blouse, her skirt soon followed the same fate, discarded in a heap on the floor. Her petticoat and undergarments were gone before she could even protest.

Now completely naked before him, Georgiana covered her breasts and groin in embarrassment, biting her lip.

“When you cover yourself like that, it only makes me want to devour you more.”

Shocked by his low whisper, Georgiana hurriedly moved her hands away. He chuckled lightly before burying his head between her open legs without warning.

“No, don’t!”

She tried to snap her legs shut, but he was faster. His hands grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs even wider. As he lifted her legs, her hips rose, fully exposing the golden hair between her thighs.

Without hesitation, he bit down hard on her exposed lower body, just as he had sucked on her breasts.

“Ahh!”

The unfamiliar sensation sent a shiver through her entire body.

Though she didn’t know much about the intimate act between men and women, she had never heard of anyone using their mouth there.

Panting, she tried to push him away, but the moment his tongue brushed over her clitoris, her mind went blank.

“Hah… Ah!”

She hadn’t known her body could react like this. Every time his tongue pressed against her clitoris or his teeth grazed it, she gasped and moaned, unable to hold back.

As the pleasure built, her core grew hotter and more sensitive. Something like hot liquid flowed from her lower body.

Even though her mind told her she should stop him, the more he sucked at the moisture leaking from her, the more she wanted to press his head down.

She wanted him to bite down harder, or better yet, fill her with something to relieve the heat. Her hips moved of their own accord.

Seemingly understanding her desires, he sucked her even more intensely.

“Hng… Mm… Ah!”

Her hips twisted in ecstasy as she reached a peak, trembling uncontrollably as her vision flickered in and out.

As her body convulsed, a flood of liquid gushed from her, soaking his face.

Lockwood’s face was drenched as if he had just washed it. Seeing his face glisten with her fluids, Georgiana blushed with embarrassment.

His lips, slick with her juices, were sinfully erotic. Unable to bear it, she averted her gaze.

“We’re only just beginning, so cumming already will be a problem.”

His low voice sent shivers down her spine.

At the same time, Lockwood slid his finger into her wet entrance, slowly pushing it inside. The sensation below was entirely different from the feeling of his tongue. As her legs instinctively jerked up in surprise, he gently pressed them down with his arms.

“This… feels strange.”

“You’ll feel better soon.”

With a smile that reached his eyes, he pushed his finger deeper. Her tight inner walls stretched to their limit, parting to accommodate his finger.

Despite the hunger in his expression, his finger moved with a deliberate, leisurely pace, brushing along her inner walls. Once fully inside, he pressed firmly with his bent fingertip. Each time his finger stirred within her, her body trembled, as though all her nerves were centered there.

What had been merely damp earlier now flowed like a flood, drenching everything. His hand, soaked all the way to the back, parted her entrance and slid in a second finger.