If You're Going to Sell Yourself, Sell It to Me - Chapter 42

A chilling fear washed over her, but before she could react, his rough movements began.

The shaft that had come to the entrance thrust all the way to her cervix in one swift motion. Though a path had been made before, the still-narrow hole stretched to its limit.

Unconcerned by the tightness, he began to move his hips quickly. His rough thrusts only served to make the inside even slicker.

With every forceful thrust, her body shook up and down, and the fluids pooled around the entrance splashed in all directions.

When he released her breast from his mouth and straightened up, his movements caused her chest to bounce, enticing his gaze.

As Lockwood’s position rose, her hips, which were still impaled by him, were lifted higher. Through her blurred vision, she could see the stretched hole, which looked as though it might tear, and the thick shaft drilling into her.

His thrusts continuously pressed against her cervix, digging deeper. It still hurt, and it was still overwhelming, but as he filled her completely, it felt like he was scratching an itch deep inside.

“Hah… Ahh.”

The sobs of pain gradually turned into lewd moans. Her stiff back began to bend fluidly with his movements.

Before long, her slickened lower half had relaxed enough to fully accept him. As the resistance of her inner walls lessened, Lockwood’s thrusts became even faster.

With each powerful movement, Georgiana’s body was pushed toward the edge of the bed. When her head hit the bed’s headboard, he placed his hand behind her head to protect her.

Now pinned between him and the headboard, there was nowhere for her to retreat. At that moment, Lockwood slammed into her even harder. The wet squelching sounds echoed in her ears.

Each time his hips jerked forward, the area around her navel bulged. Frightened that something might break through her skin, she touched the bulge, and Lockwood’s eyes gleamed with a darker, more sinister glint.

“If you keep making such cute expressions, things will only get harder for you.”

It wasn’t just words—she could feel his shaft swell even more inside her. When she looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes, Lockwood, with a villainous smirk, thrust even harder.

“Hmph!”

The depth of his thrusts made it feel as though something was piercing through to her throat. She had thought he couldn’t go any faster, but his movements sped up even more.

The bed creaked loudly, as if it would collapse under the strain. The pleasure was so intense that her vision flashed even brighter.

Lockwood gripped her trembling ankles, spreading her legs wider. Every time he pushed his hips forward, her body followed, allowing for deeper penetration.

He showed no signs of slowing down, relentlessly thrusting inside her. As her body shook, her mind became hazy, as though it had turned to mush.

I can’t do this anymore.

Breathing heavily and shaking her head in defeat, Georgiana caught his gaze. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. At that moment, Lockwood’s movements suddenly stopped.

Unexpectedly, he spoke, “If it’s too much for you, why don’t you lie on your stomach and rest?”

Without waiting for a response, he flipped her over in one swift motion.

Was he really letting her rest? Before she could finish the thought, he grabbed her hips and lifted her backside. Her knees followed, bending naturally.

Now lying on her stomach with her rear in the air, Georgiana turned her head back toward him and weakly protested, “You said I could rest!”

“Yes, you just need to stay still, Georgiana.”

“But how can I stay still like this…?”

Before she could finish, his lips covered hers, silencing her complaint.

As he pushed his tongue into her open mouth, his now-free hand grabbed her breasts, roughly kneading them. Her heavy chest, which had been hanging down, bounced and swayed under his touch. Lockwood’s fingers pinched her erect nipples, rolling them in circles.

While distracting her, he positioned himself behind her and thrust inside with one forceful motion.

“Hah!”

The sensation shot up her spine, spreading intense pleasure through her body. The depth of penetration in this position was far greater than when he had taken her from the front.

Without giving her time to adjust, Lockwood tightened his grip on her waist and began to thrust aggressively. With each thrust, his pubic bone slapped against her rear, making a wet slapping sound as her soaked skin collided with his.

“Ah… Ngh… Mm.”

Her moans mixed with the lewd sounds of their bodies, and Georgiana’s face flushed with embarrassment.

Every time his shaft drilled into her, pleasure radiated through her entire body. If he hadn’t been holding her hips, she would have collapsed forward from the force.

Another climax was building inside her, but this one felt far more intense than the previous ones. She could feel a pressure, like the urge to urinate, rising within her.

When his hand, which had been pulling at her nipples, moved to rub her clitoris, the sensation became even more overwhelming.

“Lo… Locke…”

In desperation, she called out to him as he continued to pound into her.

“What is it?”

His voice was calm, and he didn’t stop moving as he responded.

“I feel strange… It’s like…”

Too embarrassed to say she felt like she needed to go to the bathroom, she hesitated. Lockwood chuckled softly, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Do you need to pee?”

Mortified, she gave a small nod.

“You’re quite honest, aren’t you?”

Lockwood laughed, seemingly pleased. For a moment, Georgiana thought he might actually stop. But instead, he grabbed her hips even tighter, pulling her closer.

Panicking, Georgiana cried out, “Wait, aren’t you going to stop?”

“Why should I? Just let it go right here.”

As if to encourage her, he continued rubbing her clitoris while thrusting rapidly.

“Ah… Please… Stop…”

Her plea turned into a sob, but there was no escaping as he held her waist firmly, his thrusts relentless.

“Hah! Ngh… Mm…”

In the end, Georgiana couldn’t hold it any longer and squirted out a stream of fluid, drenching the sheets beneath her.

Her entrance contracted and released repeatedly, clenching around him as her body shuddered with release.

She felt utterly drained, as if she had released everything inside her. Exhausted, she glanced back at Lockwood, who was now frowning, seemingly on the verge of his own climax.

Moments later, he thrust deeply into her and released a thick stream of milky liquid inside her. The sheer amount far exceeded hers, dripping down between her legs and pooling on the sheets.

Even then, he continued to move his hips, pushing every last drop inside her.

***

Though the captain had said the typhoon would pass in a day, it lingered for two more days before finally moving away from the region. According to the captain, who made his rounds through the cabins, the hot air had kept the typhoon from dissipating sooner.

They were also informed that, despite his best efforts, their arrival would be delayed by another two days.

Not that Georgiana cared about the storm or the delay. In her current state, she couldn’t even leave the bed, so none of it mattered.

Lockwood had drawn all the curtains to protect her from the lightning, which she feared. But a small gap allowed sunlight to stretch across his peacefully sleeping face. Beyond the gap, the sky was clear and cloudless, as though the storm had never even happened.

Even though she had spent three days in the cabin, Georgiana hadn’t slept for more than a few hours. Ever since that first night, Lockwood had kept her occupied for two straight days.

Every time she dozed off, she would wake to find him thrusting inside her. She would open her eyes to the sensation of him filling her completely.

“You’re awake? You can sleep a bit more if you’d like.”

Then don’t wake me up in the first place!

Even though he said that, his hips never stopped moving. After three days of being filled by him, her lower body was so stretched and sore that she had lost all sensation.

She swore to herself that if he kept tormenting her, she would end things with him.

At the very least, he should let me sleep.

Georgiana glared at him with a mixture of resentment and exhaustion.

After tormenting her so much, he was now sound asleep, completely lost in a dream. How infuriating. Not to mention, the fact that she had barely slept meant Lockwood had slept even less. Yet his face showed no signs of fatigue.

Why does he have to be so handsome?

Even in his disheveled state, he looked like a piece of art.

Just looking at his face made her anger subside, and her resentment gradually faded.

Sighing, Georgiana pushed her emotions aside and tried to get up quietly, hoping to wash up before he woke.

“Oof…”

She had barely lifted her upper body when a wave of muscle pain made her gasp. In the end, she collapsed back onto the bed.

The noise must have woken him because he smiled, his eyes crinkling as he looked at her.

“You’re awake?”

To Georgiana, his words sounded like an invitation for another round, and she quickly squeezed her eyes shut and shouted, “No! I’m still sleeping!”