Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 218
Finding her demeanor even more endearing, Michael pulled her slightly distanced body back toward him.
“Mmnh…”
Although nothing had penetrated below, it felt overwhelmingly heavy.
Even knowing that his part was still within his clothes, Irene let out a strained sound.
Or perhaps, she had realized that he was finally about to enter.
Michael repeatedly kissed her sweat-drenched nape while moving his hand below a few times.
It was an act he had imagined hundreds, if not thousands of times.
Yet, as if practice made perfect, he undressed as quickly as he had envisioned.
While Irene was tickled by the cascade of light kisses, a massive pillar, no different from a weapon, finally escaped his clothing.
It sprang out, fully e***t, almost sticking to his stomach due to its arousal.
Michael bit into Irene’s nape and firmly embraced her waist.
Then, with his other hand, he grasped himself and pushed it past her half-lowered underwear.
“Ah!”
Startled by the pillar thrusting between her hips, Irene struggled.
The horse, which had been quietly walking the mountain path, paused its steps momentarily, but soon continued, realizing this was not what its master desired.
Michael inwardly praised the truly clever horse as he continued what he was doing.
“Michael, here, not here…”
Irene flailed her arms, trying to push him away, seated behind her.
But of course, Michael was not moved.
Ignoring her feeble resistance, he positioned himself properly below her.
Then, as he let go of the waist he had been holding, Irene ended up completely sitting on him.
She would have felt less embarrassed if she were completely undressed.
With his part wedged between her partially lowered underwear and her body,
she felt like she was performing the most perverted act in the world.
In broad daylight, albeit on a scarcely populated road, and moreover, on a horse.
It was something she had never even considered under normal circumstances,
and it brought an unbearable wave of shame.
“Michael, this isn’t right… Ah!”
She tried to calm him down, but instead, his part beneath her writhed as if it had finished speaking.
“This isn’t it? I really don’t understand what you are talking about.”
At that moment, the horse climbed a small rock, causing their bodies to shake violently.
Due to that, Michael’s part, which had been diligently wetted by her fluids, penetrated a bit further.
“Ahh!”
That alone turned Irene’s vision stark white for a moment.
She thought she had become accustomed enough to accept it.
She thought she knew his part well.
But now, on the horse, it felt undoubtedly much larger than ever before.
Normally, such a situation would have been terrifying.
His part was too much to get accustomed to, no matter how much she endured.
But now, if only he would enter like this, how wonderful it…
‘What am I thinking!’
Irene unknowingly covered her mouth with her hand.
Perhaps not only he, but also herself, had become deranged.
Otherwise, why would she feel excited rather than ashamed while performing such lewd acts in such a place?
She was truly frightened by the thought that she might really be losing her mind.
Irene desperately gathered her scattering sanity and called out to Michael again.
“Michael… what if someone comes?”
Like her desperate attempt to maintain her sanity, she hoped he would regain a bit of his.
Then, from behind, came his voice, calm as ever.
“It’s fine. As long as you keep looking straight ahead, who would notice that I’m fervently thrusting from behind?”
“……!”
“Come on, then.”
Michael, holding her waist with both hands, easily turned her to face him.
As he did so, the tip that was barely attached nudged gently inside her entrance.
Startled by the tight sensation, Irene regained her senses when, in the next moment, the two of them were facing each other on the horse.
He looked down at the saddle they were sitting on and chuckled.
“It seems we’ll need to buy a new saddle when we arrive.”
Irene, puzzled by what he meant, looked down for a moment, her face flushing to the tips of her ears.
Because the area where they were joined was messily smeared.
“Well then.”
Michael, looking like he wanted to faint right there, kissed Irene’s cheek and whispered.
“Since we’re going to dispose of it anyway, why not dirty it a little more properly?”
The last coherent thought Irene could perceive was that.
