My Beloved, Whom I Desire to Kill - 307

—Sorry, but I have to go quickly.

…….With that, he inserted himself, simply pushing her panties to the side and penetrating her. Although the kiss was all the foreplay they’d had, the intensely slick and wet warmth of her inside forced him to admit he was in a hurry.

Even if he’s in a rush, he could at least take off my bra.

Edwin pointed with a tilted gaze at the flesh behind the cloth, which was vigorously dancing on its own, and only then did Giselle slide one shoulder strap down. She exposed one breast and offered it to his mouth.

Wouldn’t it be simpler to just take it off?

For now, he took the nipple he was given and savored it, but the melting soft flesh sucked on him so fiercely that he had to let go, gasping out a moan that had reached his chin. Giselle then tucked her breast back into her underwear. Since it seemed more comfortable for her to have the bra contain the wildly shaking flesh while she rocked her hips, he didn’t insist further.

Edwin hadn’t been allowed time to undress either, so he was still in his shirt and tie. Every time Giselle slammed down on him, his belt buckle rattled below his waist.

Clang.

This metallic sound came from the handcuffs binding both his wrists to the bed frame. This was not just part of the unbridled sex indulged in by a drunken woman.

It was a safety measure put in place in case another personality emerged when Edwin’s consciousness grew faint. Therefore, ejaculation was strictly forbidden, whether inside Giselle or in her presence.

It had been bearable until now, but today, he absolutely could not hold back. The woman, emboldened and unrestrained by the alcohol, was showing Edwin no mercy.

Slap.

Giselle collapsed onto Edwin as if letting go of her entire body. The four-leaf clover necklace, hidden beneath her bra, bounced up to her chin, while the sound of flesh colliding echoed between their two bodies.

The narrow vaginal walls gripped his penis tightly, sucking it with a friction that felt like peeling off skin. The moment his thick tip slammed directly into her cul-de-sac, their joined bodies simultaneously stiffened their thighs and twisted their hips.

It was already overwhelmingly pleasurable, but the heat-swollen flesh was now squeezing his equally bursting, swollen erection, driving him mad. The pressure was so relentless it made him feel as if his semen were being sucked right out of him.

On top of that, she twisted and rotated her hips, grinding her flesh against the exquisitely sensitive tip of his penis.

—Ugh!

Edwin let out a single cry and desperately clenched his teeth. This time, it was truly dangerous.

—Hah… Isn’t today amazing?

—I’m about to finish too.

After pushing him right to the brink, she gave him no chance to rest, lifting her hips again—which was less of a retreat and more of a renewed attack. She rested the head of his penis on her entrance, grinding her erogenous zones against his. When she sucked and nibbled at him like a piece of candy, he felt like he would simply melt away.

Since his hands were bound, he couldn’t hold Giselle back, so he could only use his voice, but even that was difficult as his mind kept blanking out.

—Ah, Giselle, stop…

—Lieutenant.

She strictly corrected his address. Giselle had named the position where she rode on top —Subordination Sex.

Whenever Edwin gave her a headache at work or she felt dissatisfied with the Director, Lieutenant Bishop would invariably retaliate with lewd subordination sex after hours. And during subordination sex, calling each other by their military ranks was a rule she had set.

Ha. Edwin let out a short, airy chuckle and lightly bit the nape of the irritating woman’s neck.

—Lieutenant, the firing is imminent.

Giselle groaned, then giggled. The body rocking up and down never paused for a single moment.

—Permission denied.

Of course, it was denied. He only said it to signal her to control the intensity.

—Colonel Eccleston, restrain yourself. A superior officer has a duty to boost a subordinate’s morale.

The woman, mimicking his tone, seemed to have morale that was through the roof. Her eyes were hazy with pleasure, as if flying above the clouds.

She was enjoying it so much that he felt bad putting the brakes on.

Fine, I’ll hold it in.

To dilute the pleasure relentlessly surging from below his waist, he mentally reviewed his tedious, complicated work duties. It seemed to be working.

—Ah, what should I do… Hmph…….

Until Giselle put her hands over her mouth and reached her climax.

Even though she completely stopped moving her hips, Edwin couldn’t relax his muscles. This was because Giselle’s belly was fiercely clenching and rubbing against his flesh. Would it be this mind-blowing if dozens of hands, big and small, were kneading his penis?

—Ngh……

—Ah… that feels so good…….

His precarious hold lasted only a moment. Giselle allowed no time for the aftershocks to subside and immediately began to thrust her hips again. Was she hungrier after getting a taste?

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.

—Ah, I’m going to finish again…

—Nghh…

—Haa…

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.

—Oh, my God…

—Nngh, ah, it feels, bigger, huh…

Giselle reached climax repeatedly, completely disregardful of Edwin’s impending ejaculation.

Moments where he might break and lose control rushed at him without pause. He felt like he was going insane. Resisting not just pain but also extreme pleasure was enough to drive a person mad.

Thick beads of sweat streamed down his taut neck muscles. He clenched his fists so tightly around the bed frame, straining his lower abdomen and buttocks with all his might, that it felt as if he might crush the metal railing.

But Giselle Bishop was an irresistible force. Pleasure that transcended human limits was impossible for even an unbreakable man of steel to endure. His erogenous zone, melted and kneaded arbitrarily by the hot mold, was no longer Edwin’s to control.

A sharp pleasure sliced through his weakened resolve. The floodgates he had desperately held shut burst open. Once it started leaking, it poured out, widening the narrow gap. At that point, Edwin couldn’t stop it.

—Ngh, move away.

He managed to warn her through clenched teeth, and Giselle, who had been clinging to him, immediately scrambled down to the foot of the bed. As their joined flesh separated, the woman’s vulva slickly ejected the long pillar of flesh along with the pooled moisture.

His chin caught on the entrance. The head of his penis pulled on the scarlet soft flesh as it slid out with a resounding pok. At the tip of the forcefully rebounding flesh, a thick, whitish fluid pooled, threatening to break through the tenacious film.

Since he had held back ejaculation for a long time, despite their vigorous lovemaking, the accumulated volume was considerable. While the sight was astonishing, Giselle’s delight was unexpected.

—Wow… you really let loose, didn’t you…

This woman was definitely still tipsy. She who had once forbidden him to ejaculate now gazed at the swollen sac of semen with sparkling eyes, as if it were a medal of honor. Yet, she spoke words that made no sense whatsoever.

—The Lieutenant is disappointed in the officer.

—Haa… it was unavoidable, Lieutenant.

It was too much to exchange any more jokes. The aftermath, like the volume of his release, was immense because he had endured it for so long.

The overwhelming pleasure, no different from intoxication, clouded his consciousness. Edwin roughly shook his head, fighting the fading awareness.

Don’t lose control.

A monster might appear and consume his lover. However, even as this confusing ecstasy slowly dissipated, the moment of losing consciousness never came.

What is that bastard planning now?

Was he waiting for Giselle to call him, like before? But that would never happen now.

—Haa……

Giselle watched the man with anxious eyes, his head bowed, his breath ragged, his handcuffed arms stretched out on the bed frame like a prisoner bound to a scaffold.

The stiffly erect penis, the only part of his body unbuttoned from his perfectly fastened uniform, right up to the knot of his tie, slowly lost its firmness and sank. The climax had entered a lull. As Giselle slightly lowered her guard, he raised his slumped head.

Jingle.

—Release me.

He was not the man she absolutely refused to see today. Giselle pulled out the small key she had tucked into her bra band and unlocked the handcuffs on his wrists.

—Ah!

—Subordination is over.

The man tackled Giselle the moment his hands were free. He attacked her from behind, immediately unhooking her bra.

Tuk. Was this the sound of sanity breaking?

Edwin ripped off the cloth covering her breasts and tossed it away. He threw the bra with such violence that it flew across the room, hit the door, and ended up dangling from the doorknob.

—To dare make sport with your superior officer’s body. Lieutenant Bishop, I presume you are prepared for the consequences?