Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 67: He’s Been Waiting for You [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

"What was that you called me?" he asked her, stopping the lovely thing that he was doing to her.

"Nothing," she mumbled. "Don’t stop, Alton," she pleaded.

"I thought I was a ’traditional male chauvinist pig’. Do you want this ’pig’ to keep going, or not? It’s not clear to me."

"Yes please. Keep going."

She wanted to say ’pig’, but she thought that it might be harmful to her much stronger desire for him to pick back up where he had left off.

"What should you say when you’ve been rude?"

"Sorry?"

"I think you can do better than that."

"I’m very sorry, Alton. Please don’t stop," she said urgently, her pretty eyes wide and imploring.

"What don’t you want me to stop?" he asked her.

"Please don’t stop what you were doing."

"What was I doing Delphi?"

"Sucking me," she whispered, barely audible.

"Sucking your what?" he whispered loudly, making fun of her.

"My breast."

"Say, ’please suck my breasts, Alton, I need you’," he teased her.

"No," she half-begged him.

He gave her breast a quick tug and a suck, earning himself another desperate moan of pleasure.

"Say it," he ordered.

"Please suck my breast, Alton," she whispered, utterly embarrassed.

"I need you," he reminded her.

"I need you," she murmured.

"Louder," he smirked at her.

"I can’t," she whispered, her eyes closed against his intense dominating stare, mortified that this was turning her on.

He gave her nipple another deep suck and a quick little bite, then dropped her boob and put his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling, waiting for her to do as he asked.

She opened her eyes when there was no more pleasure forthcoming, and she saw that he had downed tools.

That wouldn’t do! She needed him now! Any price seemed reasonable for the potential reward.

"Please suck my breast, Alton, I need you," she said more loudly, pleading with him.

"That’s better girl. It all goes easier for you, if you’ll just do as I say." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Being submissive to this beast seemed to heighten her pleasure, she realised.

God knows what kind of perverted sexual problem that meant she had. Probably some sick depravity inflicted on her by the Emperor’s early abuse, she reflected.

She hated to admit it, but his dominating behaviour in the bedroom, or the gym or the field, as the case may be, seemed to be directly connected to the pleasure centres in her brain, lighting her up like a pinball machine. And it seemed they were a matched pair, because he clearly got off on doing it.

Alton pulled her other breast out from its hiding place on his chest, and sucked on both of her nipples together, sending shooting contractions of pleasure down through her pussy.

He let her breasts go and pushed them away, where they fell to each side of his chest.

"What else have you got for me, Delphi? Do you have anything left, or are you conceding defeat? It seems like you don’t want to concede, so that you can prolong our skin-ship. Do you ever plan to hop off me?" he sounded bored.

She groaned, feeling very close to orgasm and not at all in the mood for more wrestling, or hopping off.

She tried to pull herself together and re-engage her brain. Perhaps she had a chance to avoid his punishment if she took advantage of this moment.

She pushed herself to her hands and knees, where he noticed with satisfaction that her breasts were so big they pooled on his chest as they dangled. He gave them a little swing with the backs of his fingers, watching them wobble back and forth with delight, like a child playing with a new toy.

That nearly brought her undone, but she pushed ahead with her sketchy plan.

She tried to pull her dress back up to cover her breasts, feeling like her boobs were too pendulous in this position instead of pert and pretty like most of the other girls’, but he gripped her wrist with an iron grip that brought a gasp of pain.

"Uh, uh. They stay out where I can keep an eye on them. God knows what they might get up to without supervision..."

She reached down and grabbed his boxer shorts, trying to drag them off him.

Unfortunately, his half-exposed cock poking out the fly made it impossible to shift them, holding snuggly to them like an arm in a sleeve.

"At last," he breathed. "I wondered when you’d finally try to grab my cock. He’s definitely been waiting for you, Miss Chastain."

"I’m not trying to grab your cock; I’m trying to pull your boxer shorts off and win this fight!"

"Don’t try and BS me, Miss Chastain," he deadpanned. "Here, let me help you out."

He undid the buttons of his fly and pulled his cock and balls free.

Then he flipped her over onto her back and climbed on top of her in the ’69’ position, where he rapidly patted her clit, rendering her completely senseless with pleasure.

She vaguely felt him rubbing pre-cum all over her cheeks and then pushing his balls up against her lips, but she was completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her clit.

"Open your mouth Delphi," he ordered.

She immediately opened her mouth, not at all willing for him to stop what he was doing to her.

He shoved his cock into her mouth, and she started to gag.

"Suck and kiss it Delphi," he demanded.

She did as she was told.

He started to thrust in and out of her mouth. Saliva trickled wetly from the corners of her mouth, but she was largely oblivious as the man played her like the priceless violin she reminded him of.

As she exploded into her climax, arching her back, he grabbed her big curvy ass cheeks and squeezed, pushing his cock to the back of her throat where he emptied himself into her mouth.

He moaned with relief and pleasure.

God, he had needed that so badly...

He thought, not for the first time, that this woman might quite literally be the death of him.

Instead of getting his fill of her, his obsession seemed to be deepening with each encounter.

Before he collapsed, he ripped her dress in two and tossed it aside; just in case she tried to split hairs about who had won this match...