If You're Going to Sell Yourself, Sell It to Me - Side Story 3

The moment her toes touched the bed, their intertwined bodies collapsed onto it.

Georgiana’s gown was instantly pulled off and tossed to the floor.

“C-could you turn off the light…?”

She shyly pointed at the lamp.

“No. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day?”

Locke refused firmly and lowered his head to slowly trace his gaze over her entire body.

Wherever his eyes passed, her skin flushed as though it were burning.

His gaze, filled with lust, sent a ripple of tension down to her very toes.

Her thin eyelids trembled.

Unlike his upper body, which was propped up by his arms, their joined lower halves made her acutely aware of his solid arousal.

“Locke…”

At the sound of her voice, Locke claimed her lips.

Though his fingertips were cool, his lips were scorching. Like a hunter laying a trap, he kissed her slowly but persistently.

“Mmh…”

It was only a kiss, and yet her breath came hot and fast.

His tongue teased her lips, brushing them with its tip, at times completely enveloping them, drawing her in with heavy, greedy kisses.

Georgiana’s arms, unsure of where to go, eventually wrapped around his neck. As he tilted his head, their lips locked perfectly.

Locke devoured her lips like he might swallow them whole.

As her lips naturally parted, unable to hold in her breath, he slipped his blunt tongue between them and pushed inside.

His tongue roamed inside her as if claiming it as his own, tangling fiercely with her shy one. It was wild and relentless, as though marking her as his.

Her insides were thoroughly stirred, his tongue felt in every crevice.

“Mmh…”

Only after gasping for breath and drooling did Georgiana manage to escape from the kiss.

She felt utterly drained just from the kiss, while Locke, whose mouth had moved to her neck, seemed insatiable, his teeth biting deep into her skin.

Red marks bloomed along her tender neck.

Trailing down from those bite marks, Locke paused at the hollow of her collarbone, licking a long line across it.

“Haa!”

The stimulation was unlike ticklishness—her back arched like a bow.

Not missing the moment, Locke pulled her hips toward him, pressing their lower bodies even closer.

Hearing her moan, he buried his face in her chest. His brow furrowed in concentration.

His high nose burrowed into her full breast. Taking her entire areola into his mouth, he sucked messily at her nipple.

“Mmh… ah…”

The sensation of him sucking and biting at her nipple sent waves of sensation through her.

Unlike earlier, Locke now seemed desperate.

Grasping her breasts in both hands, he rolled his tongue across both, as if savoring candy.

Her nipples, swollen from the heat of his breath, stood erect and trembling.

So roughly had he bitten them that even the brush of air made the pink tips quiver.

His hands, kneading her breasts like dough, slid down her flat belly and moved lower.

When Georgiana instinctively tried to close her legs, Locke instead held them apart, spreading them wider.

Having just had her breasts devoured, she was already soaked—and at his touch, her lower lips opened with a wet squelch.

Like a fully blossomed flower, her red flesh lay exposed.

She would’ve rather had him touch her with his hands.

Seeing him lower his face between her legs, Georgiana squeezed her eyes shut.

Locke dove in.

Schlurp.

The loud sound of him sucking up her gathered arousal filled the room.

With his lips pressed to her opening, he drank her in like water—loudly gulping down every drop. Even the sound of him swallowing down his throat was audible.

So deeply did he burrow that each time he sucked, his high nose rubbed insistently against her clit. Her legs trembled violently, trying to escape, but there was no overcoming his strength.

Each time her hips shook, she only ended up giving him easier access.

All the overflowing nectar was swallowed down into his mouth.

Once she was thoroughly soaked, his tongue pierced her opening.

The jolt of pleasure hit like lightning, and Georgiana sobbed out.

“Lo-Locke! Please…”

But Locke didn’t stop. Even with his face buried in her, his eyes turned upward, watching her.

At the sight of her tear-soaked, flushed face, his tongue moved even faster.

“Haa… Haah… Ah!”

Each time he stirred the opening, Georgiana’s moans grew louder.

He thrust in so deep, it felt like he might reach the root, then began to vigorously pump his tongue inside. His movement was so intense that her hips pushed backward, burying his face completely in her lower half.

With one hand gripping her thigh, he rolled her clit as he penetrated deeply.

Her vision went white, like a veil had draped over her eyes.

Sensing something unusual in her body, Georgiana tried to push Locke’s head away, but instead, he latched on harder and sucked her in.

Below her navel, a taut pull built rapidly.

“S-stop… ugh…!”

In the end, a sharp, transparent gush of liquid sprayed from her core.

The clear stream soaked his face, running down his chin in rivulets.

“Georgiana.”

He muttered her name through gritted teeth, wiping the wetness from his face with his fingertips.

Feeling a chill, Georgiana tried to avert her eyes, but Locke seized her chin and devoured her mouth, climbing on top of her.

Before she could even close her slackened legs, he was positioned between them and drove straight in.

“Haa!”

Even though she was well-lubricated, the thickness of his shaft brought a stinging ache.

It had been a long time, and his length and girth overwhelmed her. The blunt pressure was nearly too much.

“Huuh…”

From the strain, tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.

“Relax.”

Locke was sweating down his temples, struggling to hold back his climax as her walls gripped him tightly.

He feared that even the slightest lapse in control would make him release the moment he touched her deepest point.

He mustn’t let that happen.

Biting down hard on his lip, he drove his cock deep inside, letting the slick walls guide him all the way to her cervix. A groan, half-sigh, escaped him.

From tip to base, her inner walls clung to him like a second skin.

Exhaling hard, Locke slowly rolled his hips, able to feel every ridge of her inner folds. One hand roamed upward to grope her breast roughly as if to distract himself from the pleasure.

“Ahhn.”

He drew back his hips and slammed in to the base in one strong thrust.

Each time he thrust forward, Georgiana’s body jolted with him. Her chest, marked with teeth, bounced with every impact.

He drew a taut nipple into his mouth and pounded harder.

Creak, creak—the bed shook violently.

“Georgiana.”

He called her name, plunging into her without pause. Each powerful thrust drove his pelvis directly into her tender mound.

Already once overwhelmed by climax, Georgiana found her body trembling again as he filled her.

Each stroke pressed deep below her navel, stealing her breath.

Wet squelching filled the air as her drenched walls stretched to their limit.

When her back nearly hit the headboard, Locke grabbed her hips and lifted them, pounding upward.

With a messy splash, her juices scattered.

Still joined, he began to pump rapidly, swirling inside her.

“Huuh… Locke… ah!”

As he buried himself deeply with every thrust, Georgiana cried out, clinging to his head.

His relentless probing of every sensitive spot brought her to the brink again, and this time, she sobbed through her climax.

“Haaah…”

Her body trembled violently, skewered on his cock, as fresh fluids gushed out in waves.

With wet slaps and slick friction, he moved even faster.

Like a beast in rut, Locke rutted without restraint.

Just as the numb pressure inside began to swell again, he gripped her ass tightly, slammed into her, and released deep inside.

So much cum poured out it left her belly feeling bloated.

Mixed with her own juices, his seed overflowed from her and streamed down.

Completely spent, she had no strength left to wipe it away.

Looking down at her, Locke softly kissed her forehead.

They were still joined below.

“Locke, that’s enough…”

As Georgiana squirmed to pull away, Locke slowly pulled her hips back toward him.

“We’ve still got a long way to go.”

He whispered lewdly as he moved his already-hard cock again.