I Became My Son's First Love

Chapter 69

In the dark space where they were, changing positions wasn't difficult. Azazel laid Eve on the floor, positioned himself above her without leaving any gaps, and thrust his hips. His member slid out of her entrance, only to force its way back in, spreading her open and pounding deep inside.

"Ah! Oh!"

The slick sound of their movements only excited her more. Her soaked, pliant walls clung to his thick member, driving Azazel to the brink of ecstasy, his eyes burning red with arousal.

"Oh, ah!"

With a loud smack, he thrust hard, sending ripples through her inner walls.

"Ugh!"

Azazel pressed his weight onto her as he slammed into her relentlessly. Pinned beneath him, Eve could do nothing but take him, her mouth slack with drool. Azazel licked her lips clean and whispered, "Does it feel good here?"

"Yes! But, wait..."

Though Eve tried to stop him by digging her nails into his shoulders, Azazel bit her lower lip and pushed even deeper inside. Her inner walls, which had never opened so wide, stretched to accommodate his shape.

"Do you dislike it?"

Eve couldn't even muster the strength to respond to his teasing. Her mind was blank. As Azazel held her hips, he began moving rhythmically, as if carving himself into her.

Mesmerized by the sight of her red flesh clinging to him, he thrust harder. Their bodies, slick with their fluids, glistened as they moved together.

Azazel's fingers lightly grazed the sensitive opening that stretched around his thick shaft, causing Eve to cry out sharply. He wanted to plunge his tongue into that red, swollen flesh, to lap up the fluids spilling out, and to fill her with his seed.

But he didn't want to leave the warmth of her tight walls that gripped him so fiercely. Azazel, overcome by impulse, thrust all the way to the base of his shaft, stirring her insides. Eve moaned sweetly, reaching out for him, begging to be held.

Pleased by her neediness, Azazel grabbed her hand and sucked her long, slender fingers into his mouth. His tongue licked between her fingers, and the sudden sensation made her body tremble. His slick, swollen shaft continued to pump in and out of her, welcoming every reaction from her body.

He wanted to go deeper, to claim every part of her. He wanted to leave his mark on her deepest walls. With each thrust, her inner muscles clenched tighter around him. Without denying her invitation, Azazel drove his shaft into her with a loud slap. The intense excitement from her confession had pushed him over the edge, and before long, he was releasing inside her.

"Ahh!"

Eve gasped as she felt the hot seed spreading within her, her breath coming in ragged pants. Her chest felt tight. Even while ejaculating, Azazel kept his hips moving, rubbing against her already sensitive walls.

As Eve's blurry vision focused on him, Azazel, still lost in pleasure, asked, "Shall we try something new?"

His flushed face, lips red, and eyes still heavy with lust made Eve unable to fully grasp his question.

"What?"

"It's a dream, so we can do anything."

Azazel rolled his hips slowly as he spoke, "Shall I tell you about the first time I touched myself while thinking of you?"

His handsome face twisted into a naughty grin as he whispered. Eve, watching his red tongue flicker between his lips, asked, "When you used the handkerchief?"