Try Begging - Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Fortunately, the physical pain soon subsided, but the emotional pain did not end there.

“Take care of your body.”

Her mother’s plea echoed in her head, swaying wildly along Winston’s movement. She was a conservative mother. Since she was a child, she had preached to Grace to spare her first time until her first night and only to sleep with her husband for the rest of her life.

Grace wanted to be the daughter her mother loved, so she lived up to her mother’s teachings, even being called old-fashioned.

“Don’t give it to those filthy bastards.”

…She didn’t want to do this either.

Anger surged towards Fred and Jimmy, who had pushed her to this point. Why does she hate those two more than Winston, who was doing her now?

‘No. Please don’t think like that. This doesn’t mean anything. It means nothing.’

She repeated it as if to brainwash herself, but to no avail before the devil’s presence. As Winston lifted Grace’s lower body, her waist was naturally folded under the force that was pushing her down like driving a stake in, revealing their joined part in front of her.

As soon as she saw his blood-soaked pillar of coppery flesh moving in and out of her pink flesh, she closed her eyes in horror.

“Open your eyes.”

Even though she used her arms to cover her eyes, Winston was the devil who knew no mercy. This bastard tormented her until she opened her eyes and accepted this shameful copulation with her five senses.

“Then, should I bring a camera, huh? Let this historic scene remain forever as a photograph.”

Unable to overcome the threat, she opened her eyes.

With a disgustingly elegant smile, he vulgarly shoved his p*nis into her entrance. Every time the genitals with protruding veins and tendons that were about to burst, the opening, which seemed to be torn apart, made a loud, vulgar sound.

The love liquid overflowed and wet the man’s groin and her thighs.

Tears overflowed from the corners of Grace’s eyes as she watched the lewd scene. She couldn’t believe it when she saw that it was her body that was connected to Winston.

As if reading her feelings, the man raised his voice and shouted.

“Look carefully. Now, you are eating the greedy monarchy pig’s thing.”

“Hahk!”

Slam.

The pillar which had gone out, leaving only the tip draped over the opening, was pierced all the way to the root.

Grace twisted her body and groaned.

“Haa… Miss Riddle.”

“Ah, aht… Ha, stop, uht, please, ahk!”

“Blanchard’s prostitute, and I am the first man of the prostitute whom the leader loved the most. It is an infinite honor for me.”

He tied her hands with his tie as Grace covered her ears.

“I heard you can’t forget your first experience. Even if you want to forget tonight, I will do my best to make it an unforgettable memory for the rest of your life.”

“Stop!”

She already wanted to forget.

“Winston, please stop, huhk…”

“Oh no…. If Miss Riddle is lucky enough to have her first night with her fiancé, be careful not to call my name. It will be insulting.”

When he mentioned Jimmy in his mouth again, Grace was enraged.

“I will kill you, you devil! If one day the revolution succeeds, I’ll be the one to drop the guillotine blade around your neck.”

“Then, can I ask for the last meal of the death row inmate to be Grace Riddle, which he enjoyed in the past?”

“Crazy bastard…. Huh-huhk, I’ll kill you…”

Curses and howls intermingled.

The imaginary Sally Bristol was in front of him, Leon exhaled a breath of joy. Every time he swayed his waist flexibly, her chest waved, with her n*pples lustfully protruding. At the same time, her slender legs draped over his broad shoulders, dangling helplessly.

He was soaked wet even to the gaps in his clearly divided abs. She wanted to believe it was sweat, but who could be deceived? It was her love liquid that soaked the man’s body.

Watching all this, Grace’s eyes were empty.

Squeak, squeak.

The bed continued to creak loudly.

It was a cramped and small bed for two people. Every time Winston thrusted his back, it felt like it was going to break.

Grace was also breaking little by little.

“I will kill you…”

“Haa, yes.”

The woman’s repertoire of muttering the same words to herself like a broken phonograph increased by one more sentence.

“Please, don’t do it inside…”

He was amazed when he heard it.

“Hey, even if I call you Miss Riddle, I think you’d been mistaken for thinking that you’re a lady. Why do you think I would sow the seeds of the noble nobility in the body of a prostitute like you?”

“Haa…”

The moment Grace was relieved, his eyes became sharp.

“Ha-uhk!”

Her body turned with the pillar of flesh stuck all the way in. As the bumps that protruded roughly scratched her inner walls, a sharp sensation soared to the tip of her head.

“Gasp!”

Grace was leaning down like a dog and lifted her head.

“It’s strange! Please, ha-uhk, don’t do it.”
Winston shoved his hand between Grace’s legs. Because of the tremendous thickness of his p*nis, the labia opened up, and he easily found and rolled the clitoris, which had already been exposed. Then, he gently spread her love liquid on the red, swollen nub with his thick fingertips.

It was slow friction, but her walls twitched quickly.

“Swallow me gently. You don’t want to get pregnant? You were very determined to drain me out.”

“Uhng…”

His ridicule was lost in Grace’s ears.

She buried her face between her tied arms and struggled with a sensation she had never felt before. An intense urge to squirt something from the secret parts as Winston’s genitals and fingers mercilessly crushed her.

…No. No.

Not knowing what it was, Grace trembled in fear and tried to hold back. However, the opponent didn’t allow her to endure it. He also added his other hand. His large hand was caught between Grace’s body and greedily grabbed and teased the breasts.

The sound of the soft flesh rubbing was deafening. Each time she was pushed from the back, she was swept on the thick sheets, her protruding n*pples pushed into his hand. He even smashed it with his fingertips.

“Ah-uuhk!”

“Right. It feels good, isn’t it?”

The wet lips sucked at her earlobe and spat out cruel whispers in a hissing voice like a snake.

“Baby, c*m. It’s okay. Your fiancé will forgive you.”

He provoked both the erogenous zone and guilt, pushing Grace to the brink. She struggled to get his hand off. Walking forward on her knees and elbows, Winston violently dragged her buttocks and shoved his p*nis even harder.

Deep in her stomach, his flesh squirmed like a living snake.

Pound, pound.

The thick glans pounded her soft flesh loudly.

Every time that happened, an indescribable sense of heat rose in her shaking body. It was strange to feel something in a place she had never felt anything before. The arrogant intruder poked at the virgin land as if it were his own when the owner itself was unfamiliar with it.

“Don’t…”

It didn’t hurt, so she was even more afraid.

“Ahk, don’t…”

Winston scoffed at her behind her back. Half-knowing it was a lie. The man hated it terribly though he didn’t hate the pleasure of intercourse.

She had been trained to endure torture, but she had never been trained to endure pleasure. She didn’t know how to overcome this disgustingly sweet pleasure, which was filled with greed. Her inner walls began to contract to the ragged rhythm of the man driving in and out of her walls. She felt betrayed by her body.

But, her spirit soon betrayed her as well.

How many times did the blunt flesh hit her stomach in contact with her cl*toris?

“Gasp, n—”

Grace couldn’t finish saying ‘no,’ and exclaimed a loud moan.

It was her climax.

Her whole body stiffened. Even with her mouth open, she couldn’t breathe. It felt like her heart would burst. The climax felt only through her toes and fingertips was nothing compared to the climax felt through insertion.

Like a blind person that opened their eyes, her eyes were bright white. After that, she felt nothing but ecstasy, and it seemed as if time had stopped.

“Ahhuu… Unng…”

The thick flesh began to subtly scratch her sensitive points again. The body that betrayed Grace was feeling good, it shook its rear shallowly, not knowing what to do.

She felt like her drowsy body belonged to someone else. As her toes twitched intermittently, scratching the sheets, she couldn’t stop the inner wall from freely rubbing his genitals and giving Winston pleasure.

She even got the illusion that this wasn’t real.

Amazingly, she felt like she was in heaven. As he kissed her bare shoulder, the devil’s face, staring at her, looked like an angel.

…Crazy.

The moment the devil smiled happily, her mind flashed.

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