Chapter 317 - 323

"Well, that’s certainly a shame. But at least you’ve made up your mind, Sylph," Quinn said, offering her a calm, easy smile.

So stealing this MILF is going to take a little more effort because of her guilty conscience, huh? Not bad at all. You really are a good, noble man, Brian. Good for you. You’re going to do a fantastic job raising my child, Quinn thought to himself, inwardly giving his ironic blessing to the oblivious husband whose life he was upending.

"How about we settle this with a proper closure then, Sylph? You know as well as I do that it’s always best to end a relationship with a clean break." Quinn closed the remaining space between them, pressing her back firmly against the exterior stone wall of the estate.

"W-What kind of closure...?"

"Nothing complicated. I just want to be absolute certain that you really don’t want this anymore, and the only way to prove that is if we do it one last time, right?" Quinn adjusted his trousers, his thick shaft already fully erect and throbbing with heat beneath the fabric.

"N-No! I already told you no! We can’t do that... and that isn’t a proper closure at all!" Sylph protested frantically, trying to squirm away, but she was already completely pinned by his solid frame.

"Just once, Sylph. Are you really not going to grant me one final parting gift?"

"I really, truly can’t..." She looked down instinctively, her gaze locking onto the massive, undeniable bulge straining against his pants.

No... please, I really can’t do this. I love Brian far more than I care about a big dick... She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. Fighting off the overwhelming temptation of the raw pleasure she had experienced was taking every ounce of willpower she possessed.

"How about you just stroke my cock for a moment then? Surely you can manage that much for me, can’t you?" Quinn casually unfastened his trousers, freeing his massive, thick shaft into the cool morning air.

"Just a simple stroke, Sylph. Give me a handjob as our official closure, and then I’ll leave you alone." Quinn had to hold back a burst of laughter. What could possibly be a more fitting form of closure than a dirty, scandalous encounter outdoors?

"Ah..." She turned her head away, terrified to look directly at the heavy, pulsing dick resting mere inches from her chest.

"Only for today, and nothing more after this," Quinn purred softly, taking hold of her delicate wrist and slowly guiding her trembling hand to wrap around his hot length.

"Ahn... t-this is really the last time...? Just a single stroke...?"

"Yes, the absolute last time. Just stroke my cock for me." Quinn spoke smoothly, amused by her hesitation. He was more than happy to play along with her "last time" condition, knowing full well that her resolve would shatter completely soon enough.

"Nghn... o-okay... The very last time. No more after this," she whispered, her resistance crumbling under the sheer weight of her desire.

Deep down, she knew she was making a terrible mistake, but handling him with her hands felt like a manageable compromise compared to letting him stretch her open again.

"Ahh, yes... You really are amazingly good at stroking me, Sylph..." Quinn groaned softly, savoring the tight, warm grip of her fingers as she began to slide her hand up and down his shaft in the open air.

"D-Don’t say things like that! And please don’t make any loud sounds... someone might hear us out here!" She cast frantic glances around the courtyard, her heart thumping against her chest from the thrill and danger of being caught in broad daylight.

"Haha, alright, alright... Just keep stroking my dick."

"Nghn... stop talking like that... I’m just doing what you asked so you’ll leave..."

"If you want me to finish faster and get this over with, how about you squat down?" Quinn suggested with a dark smirk. "You need to stroke me much harder if you want a fast conclusion."

"Y-Yes, it was a mistake! I can’t keep betraying Brian like this anymore. You know it’s wrong, so please just go away... I don’t want to keep doing such terrible things to him." The memory of her husband’s gentle, trusting face flashed through her mind, reminding her of the silent tears of guilt she had shed in her bed late last night.

"Ahn... seriously...?" Sylph could only look up at him with a helpless, knowing expression.

"Yes, look... your hand can barely even reach down to my balls from this angle. You know I don’t cum easily like Brian does, right?" Quinn remarked sarcastically, taking a subtle jab at her husband’s lack of endurance.

"Don’t speak about Brian like that! He is a loving, wonderful man..." She glared at him, trying to defend her husband. Of course, she knew Quinn was speaking the truth about Brian’s performance, but what was she supposed to do about it?

There was nothing she could do about her husband being small and quick to finish; that was just her reality, and she had accepted living with it.

"Sure, he might be loving, but am I wrong?" Quinn chuckled. "My cock is so massive that it made you scream and moan like a total slut the last time I fucked you. Heh, let’s not even mention how many times you squirted all over the bed." Quinn used his free hand to trace her chest, easily pinpointing her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her clothes.

"Nghn... don’t touch my breasts... I already told you that last time was a mistake, and I am ending everything today..." she moaned softly, her knees growing weak at the skilled touch of his fingers.

"Heh, you keep calling it a mistake. But let me ask your nipples if they agree with you," Quinn teased. He pinched and twisted one of her hardened peaks through her shirt, wringing another breathless moan from her lips.

"Nghn... no, please don’t do that..." Sylph whimpered. Her lips attempted to deny him, but her betraying body responded to his every touch.

"Haha, why fight it so hard? How about we play a little game, Sylph? I’ll give you a genuine chance to end your little ’mistake’ for good if you agree to participate." Quinn tugged lightly on her stiff nipple, silently admiring how ripe and eager her breasts were for biting and sucking.

She was wearing a light blouse today without a bra underneath. It was common knowledge that wearing restrictive undergarments while doing household chores was uncomfortable, so she had gone natural around the house. It made her lush breasts all the more accessible, presented right in front of his face.

"W-What kind of game? I’ll let you know I won’t fall for any more of your wicked tricks," she insisted, trying to stay focused on stroking his shaft, even as her body continued to react to his hands.

She desperately wanted to end this Chapter of her life, but her hands and body simply wouldn’t obey her mind’s command to push him away.

"Hmm, don’t be so defensive. I’m not a monster," Quinn said smoothly, enjoying the contrast of the soft give and firm peak of her breast. "So, are you going to play or not?"

"Nghn... w-what are the rules? Let me hear them first before I agree to anything."

"Clever girl. You really are a smart MILF, Sylph," Quinn praised, deciding not to stall any longer. "The rules are simple: all you have to do is hold back your moans while we do this. That’s it."

"Nghn... and what are you going to be doing while I try to do that?" she groaned, her breath catching as his fingers continued their relentless attack on her sensitive chest.

"Well, it’s a test of speed and endurance. You have to work hard and make me cum using whatever means you like, without making a single loud sound or moan. Meanwhile, I get to play with your body however I see fit." Quinn squeezed her breast firmly from below, thumbing her nipple with increasing pressure.

"Ngggh... w-what? Please explain it properly, I don’t fully understand yet..."

"Enk! Not so clever after all, huh?" Quinn teased playfully. "To be precise: you need to make me ejaculate using your hands or mouth while I touch you. If you manage to make me cum without moaning out loud, you win and I leave you alone forever. Simple enough, right?" Quinn slid his hand under the hem of her blouse, ready to intensify his assault.

"...S-Stop for a second! W-What happens if I lose?"

"Heh? Do you really need to ask such an obvious question? You already know the answer to that, Sylph. So, shall we begin?" Quinn’s warm fingers finally made direct contact with her bare skin.

"Nghh... I knew you had an ulterior motive... but fine! I will do it for Brian’s sake!" Sylph declared, refusing to consider failure. This game was going to be her turning point to regain control.