XV

Yohan pressed me against the wall, his kisses trailing down to my neck. I found myself gripping his hair, tilting my head back as a wave of unfamiliar pleasure overwhelmed me. One of his hands was busy slipping off my top, while the other held my waist firmly, keeping me steady.

"Oh, Yohan!" I gasped, a soft moan escaping my lips when I felt his tongue teasing my chest.

At some point, he had already removed my top, his hands moving swiftly to claim my breasts. He cupped one, kneading it gently, while his mouth and warm tongue played with the other.

"F*ck," I whispered when he lightly bit my nipple.

I glanced down at Yohan, watching as he continued to lavish attention on me, his lips and tongue working their magic. He looked almost like a baby nursing, but the sheer pleasure of it made my thoughts scatter. Running my fingers through his hair, I shuddered when his tongue flicked rapidly against my nipple, making me arch my back in response.

He lowered me again, and my legs nearly gave out beneath me. If not for his steady grip on my waist, I would have collapsed.

Yohan quickly stripped off his clothes, and I instinctively helped him push down his shorts. When I saw he was only in his boxer briefs, my mouth went dry. Is this really happening?

Yohan smirked and caressed my cheek. "Go on, mi esposa," he murmured, his voice husky with anticipation. "Give me what I want."

I swallowed hard, my gaze dropping to the unmistakable outline pressing against the fabric. He was already so eager, straining to be free. Slowly, I knelt before him, reaching out to remove his last piece of clothing.

The moment his boxer briefs hit the floor, I sucked in a breath.

Oh, my God.

He was… big. Really big.

A mix of nervousness and fear coiled in my stomach. Is this normal?

Before I could dwell on it, Yohan grasped my head, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.

"You're not just going to stare at it, Cosette," he said impatiently.

I took a deep breath, hesitantly wrapping my fingers around him. What do I even call this? It was large. Thick. Heavy.

"Ahh, Cosette!" Yohan groaned. "Move your hands—up and down."

I obeyed, stroking him slowly, feeling the heat and hardness beneath my grip. When I noticed the way his breath hitched and his body tensed, a small smile tugged at my lips.

He was enjoying it.

"C-Cosette, stop!"

I froze at his sudden command, my hands stilling. Despite my curiosity, I immediately pulled back and looked up at him. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Yohan ran his fingers through my hair, his gaze dark and full of desire.

"Eat me, Cosette."

My eyes widened, and I almost choked on my own saliva.

Damn. Why so blunt?!

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I couldn't help but blush.

"Come on, mi esposa," he coaxed. "You told me earlier that if I kissed you, you'd give me a head tonight. Well, it's time to keep your promise."

Damn it.

So he hadn't forgotten.

I should’ve smacked him over the head when I had the chance.

Taking a deep breath, I turned my focus back to his length. I hesitated before finally leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip.

Yohan's grip on my hair tightened.

"Go on, Cosette," he urged, his voice softer this time.

I squeezed my eyes shut and imagined I was licking a lollipop—only this one was much, much bigger.

Yohan groaned, his deep voice vibrating through the air. The sound sent a strange thrill through me, knowing he was enjoying what I was doing.

"Eat me, Cosette," he commanded again, this time more firmly.

I paused for a moment, took another deep breath, and finally took him into my mouth. I tried to recall everything I had seen in the videos earlier, moving cautiously.

But Yohan wasn’t patient.

He suddenly pushed deeper, making me gag slightly. My hands flew to his thighs, steadying myself as I looked up at him.

His gaze met mine, his lips parted as he let out a shaky breath.

"Go on, Cosette," he murmured, his fingers running through my hair.

"Make me happy."

I closed my eyes and clung tightly to Yohan’s thigh as I moved his length in and out of my mouth. Despite occasionally gagging, I pushed through, spurred on by the sound of his deep moans and ragged breaths.

"F*ck! Yes, Cosette!"

Yohan gripped my hair tightly, his hips beginning to move in rhythm. The lewd sound of my mouth working on him only fueled my enthusiasm, especially when his moans grew more desperate.

"Stop!"

Yohan abruptly pulled away, catching me off guard. I blinked up at him, momentarily worried that I had done something wrong. But before I could speak, he grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet. In one swift motion, he stripped away the last piece of clothing on my body.

I braced myself against the wall as he bent me forward slightly, my breath hitching in anticipation. My mouth went dry when I realized what was coming next.

"Ah!" I bit my lip as he landed two sharp slaps on my ass, the sting spreading across my skin. I was sure it was turning red.

Yohan gripped my waist firmly, and before I could steady myself, he thrust into me. A sharp gasp tore from my throat, and I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle my scream.

With a groan, Yohan wrapped an arm around me from behind, his fingers closing around my throat as he thrust deep and hard.

"Y-Yohan!" I moaned, my voice breaking.

"F*CK! Cosette, you're so tight!" he growled.

He moved faster, his pace relentless. My fingers dug into his hips as I tilted my head back, struggling to catch my breath. Yohan lifted one of my legs, pressing my body against the wall as he pounded into me with even more force.

"Ahhh! Ahhh!" I moaned uncontrollably.

He was a beast. Oh, holy hell! He’s driving me insane.

Before I could process what was happening, Yohan spun me around to face him, still buried deep inside me. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt him shift within me. I whimpered at the sensation.

He crashed his lips against mine, and I kissed him back feverishly. His hands gripped my hips possessively as he continued to move, his pace unwavering. I clung to him, my nails digging into his skin as I bit his shoulder.

"Y-Yohan!"

"Ahhh!"

We didn’t stop.

After he took me standing, he pulled me onto the couch, where I straddled his lap. I lost track of how many times we both reached our peaks. The only thing I knew was the lingering soreness between my legs and the exhaustion weighing down my body.

But Yohan wasn’t done.

After our time on the couch, he carried me to our bedroom. I thought we were finally going to sleep, but I was wrong.

The night continued.

Despite my earlier protests that I was tired and needed to rest, Yohan refused to stop. Our bodies tangled together until the first light of dawn peeked through the curtains. My limbs gave out, my body completely spent.

As soon as it was over, sleep consumed me instantly.

Looks like I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.