"No, umm, stop, umm, ah, huh, huh..." Jill did not moan, but kept sucking in cold air or gasping for breath. The numbness in her body was constantly attacking her rationality.
There was no better way. Her body was already feeling very comfortable, so she could only passively endure it.
After working for about five minutes, Jill's breathing became rapid.
Her two beautiful legs naturally clamped around Cain's waist and pulled him into her arms with force.
While being kissed, she sucked Cain's tongue hard and hugged him tightly with both hands, as if she wanted to press him into her body!
After a few twitches, Jill's vagina began to spasm, and her thighs on Cain's back suddenly clamped together. She frowned as if she was about to die, and her tongue stopped moving. Then, Cain's penis seemed to be washed by a torrent, a numb and itchy sensation spreading through him, making him want to ejaculate.
Cain did not twitch but remained still for almost a minute.
Jill's climax slowly faded away, her pretty face now extremely rosy. She looked at Cain with somewhat evasive eyes. This time, she did not urge him to stop.
"Are you comfortable?" Cain said with a wicked smile, kissing Jill's pretty face gently.
"Jill, I love you. Can I cum inside you?"
Jill wanted to refuse. It was one thing to have sex, but ejaculating inside? That was defilement! But when the words reached her lips, she only let out a soft hum, unable to refuse because her body was still lost in pleasure.
Cain kissed Jill hard and began thrusting faster. His cock moved rapidly like a piston, constantly flipping her pink labia in and out, making her even wetter, even more receptive to his movements.
Each time he pulled out, only the glans remained at her entrance before he slammed back in, burying his thick, 20-centimeter length completely inside her wet tightness until his tip hit her cervix. Then he slowly withdrew, repeating the motion over and over.
His balls slapped against her, and Jill kept moaning. Her legs tightened around him, her vaginal walls clamping down even harder on his cock.
"Oh, Jill, you're so tight, so good. I'm coming, it feels amazing. I love you. Let me fuck you every day. I'll protect you. Ah, I'm gonna cum, Jill, my wife, I'm gonna cum for you!"
Cain was still a virgin before this, inexperienced and sensitive. Jill's tightness was overwhelming, her muscles writhing around him like a suction machine, threatening to milk him dry if he wasn't careful.
"Hmm..." Jill's response was purely physical. She couldn't say she loved Cain, but she didn't dislike him either. With her desire this strong, it was only natural to give in.
If Chris had been here to witness this, he would have been devastated. The woman he loved was pinned beneath his colleague, her top barely on, breasts exposed and kneaded, their bodies joined in the most intimate way. The sight would have disgusted him—how could he ever face her again?
With Jill's silent permission, Cain increased his pace. But after just a few more thrusts, a tingling heat built in his lower back.
He jerked his hips a few more times, burying himself as deep as he could inside her before releasing.
Hot semen shot through his shaft, erupting in thick spurts deep into Jill's core.
The scalding sensation made her reflexively cling to Cain, her legs locking around his waist with crushing force. If he hadn't been physically trained, the pressure might have broken him.
Her toes curled, spreading wide as waves of pleasure radiated from her core, flooding her entire body with ecstasy.
Her mind went blank, lips parting slightly as another orgasm overtook her.
The pleasure of Cain's release prolonged her climax, the aftershocks intensifying with each new pulse of his cum.
Seeing the dazed look in Jill's eyes, Cain felt a surge of pride. He had finally taken her—the woman he'd wanted for so long.
He had never been with a woman before, never willing to give his virginity to just anyone. But Jill was different.
After a few minutes of recovery, Jill turned her head away.
"Get off me. I won't blame you for this. But don't ever speak to me again. We pretend this never happened, understand? Otherwise, I'll arrest you myself."
Her tone was firm. She would let the rape go unpunished, but she refused to let him use it against her.
Cain nodded. "Fine. But give me one more time. Let the memory of your moans stay with me forever."
Then he started moving again. This time, his own cum eased the way, making his thrusts smoother.
"You! Ugh—just be gentle!"
Jill was too weak to resist, spreading her legs and letting him have his way. If this was truly the last time, so be it.
But Cain had no intention of letting her go. He had already claimed her—did she really think she could walk away now?
His cock pistoned into her, the friction sending pleasure coursing through him. With one release already, his sensitivity had dulled, allowing him to last longer this time.
He lifted Jill's legs onto his shoulders, hands stroking her smooth skin.
"Jill, your legs are so beautiful. So white, so firm. Perfect."
Her face flushed deeper, overwhelmed by the intensity of her pleasure. She had only lost her virginity the night before, and now, fully conscious, she was drowning in sensation.
She didn't moan like some wanton slut. Instead, she gasped, her breath hitching, her expression torn between reluctance and helpless pleasure—which only excited Cain more.
"You—hurry up!" she demanded, clearly eager for this to be over, unwilling to face the reality of what they were doing.
"Yeah," Cain growled in response.