In the Doghouse - Chapter 151
The only role allowed for him now was that of a tool for her pleasure. Courtney gripped his s***t with both hands, rubbing it repeatedly along the slit at her entrance, focusing only on his tip. With each movement, her swollen c******s brushed against his slit, which already seemed desperate to spill his essence.
Courtney watched closely as their parts intertwined. The way his slit opened and closed rapidly was oddly delicate, looking even more vulnerable than his back entrance, which she’d explored countless times.
She nestled her c******s into the soft flesh of the slit at the end of his member, where it fit perfectly. Moving this way made her feel as though she was the one taking control, like she was the one penetrating him. The sensation wasn’t particularly intense, but a heady sense of dominance filled her, making her feel as though she had conquered his body entirely.
“I wonder,” she murmured, shifting slightly as she spoke, “how does it feel to have something… rubbing against your slit like that?”
Richard bit down on his lower lip, startled by her blunt question. He had been feeling it all along but hadn’t thought it was intentional. He thought it was just him being overly aware of her every move. His voice was tight with restraint as he answered,
“It’s too… too…”
Words failed him. She was dominating his body, seemingly challenging his masculinity, yet… he couldn’t help but be thrilled.
In response, Courtney squeezed his member tightly, pressing herself even closer. Richard’s body trembled as he spoke again, his voice breathless.
“Nngh… good. Too good…”
Despite everything, he was undeniably aroused, exhilarated by the strange feeling of being utterly vulnerable. The raw intensity left him with an unsettling thought that he would even surrender his very self to her completely.
Even as he quivered, his arousal betrayed him, leaking steadily. By now, the fluid coated not only her but also the insides of his thighs, both slick with an indistinguishable blend of their shared heat.
“Hnngh, Master… Ah, nngh…”
Her c******s slid back and forth over him, each subtle touch causing his breathing to grow shorter, and his hips to jerk slightly as if he might climax at any moment.
Not yet, though. Courtney released her grip, leaving him briefly weakened, his legs nearly buckling. His eagerness and vulnerability amused her.
“Richard.”
“Yes, Master.”
Courtney spread herself open with her soaked hands, revealing not only her outer folds but the fully exposed, flushed inner lips as well.
The shadowed entrance to her core became visible. His eyes lit up with anticipation, his gaze fixated on her as though she were finally offering him a long-awaited reward.
“Put it in.”
Like a well-trained, eager hound, he wasted no time. As soon as she granted permission, he aligned himself, pressing the tip to her entrance and thrust forward in a single, unrestrained movement.
“Keugh—”
“Haah, nngh…!”
Their bodies merged, both frozen for a moment, utterly enveloped in the sensation. Courtney’s head fell back, her legs trembling as a wave of ecstasy overtook her. Her vision blurred as if an earthquake had struck her core, and one of her shoes slipped off, dropping to the floor.
She had climaxed from just the initial penetration, her pleasure surging through her.
Richard’s quiet apology brought her back to the moment.
“…I’m sorry.”
There was no need to ask what he meant. She could feel the warmth of his release spreading within her, an unmistakable sign.
He had finished the moment he entered. It was almost laughable, an absurd situation, but she felt no anger. She was satisfied, and their purpose had been fulfilled.
But for Richard, there was no brushing this off. Today, of all days, after being humiliated, he had failed to perform. His pride was in tatters. He fumbled to apologize further.
“I can… I’ll be ready again soon…”
“No need. I actually need to be going.”
Though her tone was casual, Richard continued to watch her, concerned. After all, he hadn’t properly served her as a husband.
But Courtney was truly content. She wrapped her arms around his neck and encircled his waist with her legs.
“Let’s just stay like this for a moment.”
Richard held her close, unsure but obedient. Embracing her softness, he felt her heartbeat echoing his own. A strange warmth stirred in his chest.
Of course, for Courtney, this moment held a practical purpose. She’d heard somewhere that lingering like this might help in conceiving.
As the heated atmosphere in the room gradually cooled, her clarity returned. The closeness was slightly awkward, and she figured they’d stayed long enough. Gently, she pushed against his chest.
“That should do it.”
Richard obeyed, pulling back. As his half-softened member slipped out, a milky stream of his essence followed, leaking from her entrance. She reached for a handkerchief from her crumpled skirt pocket to clean herself, though it soon proved insufficient.
“What a mess.”
The liquid, a blend of them both, had spread from her lower belly down to her inner thighs, leaving streaks on her white stockings.
