Chapter 153: I... D-Do...**
Andrea didn’t react to his words at all.
Actually, she didn’t even hear them.
Her whole mind and focus stayed locked on one goal—pleasuring him, making him cum just as hard as he had made her. Nothing else mattered.
The room, the other women, even the slight ache in her jaw faded into the background. All that remained was the weight of him on her tongue and the need to push him over the edge just as hard as he did to her.
Her fingers curled carefully around his balls, cradling them while her mouth worked overtime on his cock and shaft.
She sucked with her eyes closed, concentrating on every small reaction she could feel.
With every downward pull of her lips she squeezed and played with his balls ever so slightly, rolling them gently in her palm. The dual sensation made his cock tremble harder than before.
It was obvious. He was close.
The thin string holding him back was stretched to its limit, and she wanted nothing more than to snap it clean off, the way one rips off a bandage in a single pull.
"Ughh!"
Fredrinn groaned in open pleasure. His hand slid over her body without restraint, fingers finding her hair and clutching it tightly.
He shoved her mouth lower onto his cock. Her throat stretched further around him, tears collecting at the corners of her eyes.
Saliva flowed freely down her parted lips and along his shaft. She began to tap urgently on his thighs, trying to signal that she needed him to ease up—but unfortunately for her, Fredrinn was already too far gone.
He subconsciously knew he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to. His cock trembled one final time deep in her mouth.
Thick strings of cum shot straight down her throat.
"MM~!"
Andrea tried to recoil backwards at the sudden pressure and volume, but Fredrinn’s grip remained unrelenting.
He kept her firmly in place. Tears began to slide down her cheeks as she puffed her cheeks and then sucked them in like a little hamster, struggling to cope with the amount of cum flooding her mouth.
She forced herself to swallow in slow, careful gulps.
After a couple of determined efforts she finally managed to get most of it down.
Only then did Fredrinn’s grip on her hair loosen.
She instantly shot up, sitting astride his stomach with a deeply flushed face.
She was panting hard, chest rising and falling, making her gorgeous perky breasts jiggle alongside the movement.
A small amount of white cum still stuck to the corner of her lips and the edge of her chin.
"Y-You..." Andrea breathed out with difficulty, voice rough, "Bas... Bastard..."
Fredrinn coughed once, understanding that he had forced her down a little too harshly.
Considering that Andrea was a normal unawakened human—unlike Jenny—her reaction was understandable. The force, the depth, the sudden flood of cum... it had been a lot for her first time.
He didn’t want their first real experience to end on such a rough note.
He smiled slightly and wrapped a hand around her waist. With an easy pull he brought her down and pushed her back onto the mattress, sliding over her until his weight settled between her legs.
His body covered hers. The heat of his skin pressed against her still-sensitive front.
"I’m sorry."
He whispered the words, his voice slightly husky as he stared straight into her eyes. There was no teasing in the apology—just quiet sincerity mixed with lingering desire.
Their eyes met with a mix of desire.
In an instant, Andrea felt her lust climb again. Her body began to grow hotter the longer she looked into his eyes.
The leftover sensitivity between her legs mixed with fresh heat spreading through her chest and stomach.
Her breathing, which had started to calm, quickened once more.
Fredrinn noticed the change with ease. He grinned, then placed a thumb gently on her lips and wiped away the cum that still clung there.
Without looking away, he pushed the same thumb slowly back into her mouth while maintaining eye contact.
Andrea’s mind was already in a haze. Her lips parted obediently.
She sucked his thumb like a little kid, cleaning it carefully with her soft tongue.
The simple act felt strangely intimate after everything that had just happened. She could still taste him. She could still feel the slight rawness in her throat.
"Should we move on to the main part now?"
Fredrinn’s voice dropped several octaves, low and rough, like a devil whispering right against her ear, urging her to sign her soul away.
The question hung between them, heavy with meaning.
"A-Already?"
Andrea gulped down the mix of saliva and leftover cum in her mouth. She looked up at him with a tangled mix of lust and genuine fear.
She had just climaxed a short while ago. Her pussy was still recovering from the intense attention of his tongue and the force of her own orgasm.
The folds were sensitive, slightly swollen, and still slick.
And now he wanted to put that big cock inside her?
How was she even supposed to take it?
"You don’t want to?"
Fredrinn smiled gently. His fingers brushed over her sensitive, pink, and still-erect nipple with the lightest touch. The simple contact sent a fresh spark through her chest.
Her breath hitched in response. Her neck arched back into the mattress as a soft sound escaped her.
"Haah~ I... d-do..."
She said the words meekly, almost under her breath. There was no real refusal in them—only nervous honesty.
She had been curious about sex for a long time. She had seen a few things, read a few things, imagined a few things. But watching and reading were nothing like this.
The weight of his body, the lingering taste of him, the way her own body still trembled, the size of him resting heavy against her thigh... none of that had been in the books.
Watching and doing were two completely different things.
Alas, she was going to learn it the hard way.
Quite literally.