Chapter 160: Shilia (5)

Chapter 160: Chapter 160: Shilia (5)

The subsequent slaps landed heavily and repeatedly on her plump buttocks, leaving glowing red marks against her smooth skin, heightening the lewd and wild atmosphere within the bedroom. The crisp sounds of colliding flesh blended with the intermittent moans to form a stimulating, debauched symphony.

"If you don’t speed up your hip thrusts right now, I’m going to keep spanking your butt until you listen to me."

Shilia panicked, her body contracting under my threat. She hurriedly nodded repeatedly, her voice breaking from shortness of breath:

"Alright... I’ll thrust fast now, please don’t hit me anymore..."

With that, ignoring the heavy fatigue spreading through her muscles, she mustered all her strength to accelerate her hip pacing. My massive shaft, erect to the point of swelling, relentlessly rubbed and scraped violently against the vulva walls, which were heating up degree by degree. That burning heat made Shilia unable to suppress groans that grew louder and louder, echoing through the small room. Her lustful vulva, forced to swallow my oversized dimensions repeatedly, gradually widened, curving to tightly embrace every single fiber of flesh. Fluids and juices secreted from deep within grew more and more abundant, soaking right through her inner thighs and the surface of the mattress.

Standing right beside the bed, the little boy still innocently watched every movement of his mother. The boy blinked, his eyes revealing undisguised curiosity:

"What on earth are mom and Hugo doing to each other? It looks so strange, I’m curious and want to know."

Shilia started, her whole body trembling violently, trying to use the last of her breath to speak intermittently and conceal her guilt:

"~ Aghm... it’s nothing, son... just two adults helping each other solve a small matter... uhm... feels so... so good..."

The boy grew even more puzzled, frowning as he continued to ask:

"What kind of help makes mom groan and pant so exhaustedly like that?"

I smiled lightly, unhesitatingly exposing everything right in front of the child in a mocking tone:

"This is because your dad is terrible at doing it, not strong enough to make your mom happy, so your mom had to specially beg for my help, little guy."

Shilia was driven completely insane with anger, digging her sharp five fingers deep into my shoulder to vent her fury:

"Shut your mouth right now... It’s not like that son... uhm... just a trivial matter between adults, don’t worry your head about it."

Paying no mind to that weak resistance, I suddenly used both hands to grip her slender waist, using force to thrust my entire shaft straight upwards. The shaft pierced through every muscle layer, striking directly into the deepest abyss of the womb, catching Shilia completely off guard and forcing a heart-rending shriek from her lips:

"~ AHH... It hurts... it feels so good..."

She panicked and reprimached me:

"What the hell are you doing?... uhm... I told you I’d pace my own hips... mm... don’t suddenly thrust upwards like that unexpectedly, it’s dangerously lethal."

I smirked, exhaling a scorching breath against her neck:

"If you’re going to keep that sluggish, enduring attitude and refuse to sink your hips down deeper, I’ll have to keep thrusting upward until you learn how to behave."

Shilia bit her swollen lips, her body trembling from exhaustion yet forced to endure:

"Hitting deep into the womb... ah... it feels genuinely good, sure... but doing it this way burns out stamina too fast, I can’t take it."

I smirked, teasing her:

"But if you just pace your hips so listlessly like that, I won’t be satisfied at all."

Shilia panted, looking at me with hazy eyes before nodding in compromise:

"Mm... alright... then lean down and kiss me. At the same time, help me muffle my moans a bit, or else my son will hear."

I shook my head, refusing flatly with a wicked smile:

"No way. I actually really like and want to hear every single one of your lewd moans clearly."

Shilia glared in fury, gritting her teeth angrily yet feeling completely powerless against me:

"You heartless bastard..."

Shilia gritted her teeth, mustering every scrap of remaining strength in her legs to slam her hips down deeply. Every single released rhythm sent my massive shaft plunging in to the hilt, ramming straight into the intensely burning, expanding, contracting womb. The soaring, ultimate pleasure made it impossible for her to hold back any longer; choked, surrendered moans rang out continuously within the cramped space:

"~ Ahhh... too deep... damn it, the inside is burning hot..."

I smiled triumphantly at her submission, teasing her with a sense of ownership:

"That’s right, being obedient like that makes you a good wife, Shilia."

Hearing the word "wife" slip from my lips, Shilia was filled with such outrage that she glared, throwing caution to the wind as she leaned forward to bite fiercely into my shoulder, causing a sharp pain to vent her fury:

"You bastard... who wants to be your wife..."

Yet that pain was nothing compared to the tide of passion clawing at her body. Just seconds later, the angry expression on her face quickly vanished, replaced by a dazed, lustful look as the peak of pleasure washed over her:

"Ahh... feels so good... I can’t take it anymore..."

"Your penis right now is burning hot like a blazing fire... mm... constantly thrusting deep to touch the womb like this means I probably won’t be able to bear it and might faint away... ahh..."

Amidst intermittent, breath-exhausted pants, Shilia let her hands fall limp, leaning back against my chest, her pleading tone weary yet dripping with lust:

"Later on... later on it’s your turn to automatically fuck me, okay? I genuinely don’t have an ounce of strength left to pump my own hips. I’m exhausted to death... ahh..."

I let out a low, husky chuckle carrying clear mockery and disdain, exhaling directly against her skin, which was burning from stimulation.

"Oh, so you’re lowering yourself to beg me to fuck you, Shilia?"

Shilia threw her head back, her chest heaving with intermittent pants, her hands instinctively wrapping around my broad back as if seeking support amid the storm of pleasure. Her voice drowned in broken moans, both feeble and filled with resentment:

"You... ahh... bastard... I know full well how cruel you are, whether I beg or not you’ll never spare me... ahh... so what if I said that? Don’t dream that I’m volunteering... who’d want to beg a rapist like you... ahh... too deep, damn it..."

I grew even more excited by that verbal weak resistance accompanied by total physical surrender. My large hands grabbed her full, rounded breasts, roughly kneading and molding them as if toying with two soft balls. The swollen nipples continuously scraped against my palms, magnifying the extreme stimulation.

"Alright, if you won’t admit it, say it clearly then," I mocked, introducing another cruel condition, "Now, beg me to fuck you with your own mouth. Otherwise, I’ll instantly yank this blanket down, letting your darling son standing right down on the floor witness with his own eyes the scene of his mother groaning beneath an unfamiliar man."

Shilia was immersed in the relentless hip rhythm at that moment, her mind completely paralyzed by waves of pleasure striking her brain directly. She lacked the sobriety or mental capacity to care about surrounding threats any longer, as the massive shaft inside continuously plowed and gripped her deepest flesh.

"Ahh... I’m begging you... Hugo... hurry up and fuck me..." She blurted out words she never expected she could utter before an enemy, "Please... fuck me hard..."

I threw my head back with a triumphant laugh, releasing her breasts to slide down and grip her slender waist, matching the rhythm of her movements:

"Truly the wife of another man... making love to you like this is honestly indescribably wonderful."

Shilia had no energy left to bicker or counter those insults. Her reason had completely shattered into tiny fragments under the impact of peak friction. Her eyes grew hazy, wet with tears, her parted lips continuously emitting wordless moans:

"My pussy... is totally numb... there’s no feeling left except this bliss... ~ ahh... wonderful... just keep going like this..."

The temperature inside the small room seemed to have reached a scorching threshold, as the relentless friction between Shilia’s vulva and my massive shaft generated a burning heat no different from a boiling metallurgical furnace. Both bodies were drenched in sweat, slick, and entwined within a space overflowing with the scent of lust.

I smirked slyly, my husky voice whispering right beside her ear:

"Yet since a while ago every time you opened your mouth you claimed you couldn’t stand it. Look, your pussy is sucking so tightly, squeezing my penis to the point where I’m about to erupt."

Shilia threw her head high, her loose, sweaty hair sticking to the nape of her neck. She lacked any strength left to argue, able only to bury her face against my chest and moan wordlessly:

"~ Aghm... uhm... my body... ughm... won’t listen anymore either... I... uhm... think I’m about to reach a climax and ejaculate right along with you too... ahh..."

Though her legs were aching and her muscles trembled, Shilia gritted her teeth, suppressing her exhaustion to sustain the rapid hip cycle, striving to thrust deeply and powerfully as I demanded to serve the selfish pleasure of the man pressing down upon her.

She panted between intermittent breaths while thrusting her hips, not forgetting to remind me of the most important detail:

"Later on... later on whenever you’re about to ejaculate you must give me a warning ahead of time. Remember to release it deep, deep inside the womb... mm... absolutely do not let the semen overflow or spill out onto the blanket and mattress, otherwise if it leaks out cleaning it up will land me in huge trouble with my husband..."

Her voice faded into exhausted, hungry, panting sighs:

"So tired... can’t lift my hips anymore... but... I’m about to ejaculate too... uhm..."