Ranee pressed her full lips together tightly when the light-brown sinewy length, starkly contrasting with his pale, almost ivory skin, was pushed right up in front of her sweet, beautiful face.
She remembered it all too well. The first time she gave herself to him, right after she turned eighteen, it had been like this. Back then, both she and he had been each other's first, willingly sharing sex and pleasure together. But now things were different. It was obvious she wasn't happy—yet why was her heart inside her chest pounding so violently?
"Take it. Use your mouth for me, just like you used to," he urged, thrusting his thick, fully erect shaft—hard and veined—until it brushed against her flushed cheeks.
Ranee bit her lip as her small hand wrapped around the middle of the firm length, nearly eight inches long. She opened her mouth, preparing to take Thada's manhood as ordered.
But faster than she could think, Thada suddenly thrust his hips forward, forcing the flared head deep into Ranee's mouth.
"Ah—mmph!" she moaned in shock, filled without warning. It went so deep it nearly reached her throat.
"Very good. Do it for me just like you used to. Ah… I know exactly how good you are with your mouth… Ranee."
Thada's voice softened as he waited for the attention of the lips of his former lover.
"If you behave and stay right here, I'll give Teeradetch the money I promised," he whispered softly before leaning back against the plush sofa. His deep eyes narrowed lazily, his expression far more relaxed than before.
"Damn… ahh… your mouth is still just as good as ever. That's it—suck again, harder, right on the ridge. Ah… just like that. Again."
His face twisted with pleasure as soft groans slipped from his thin lips. He rocked his hips, sending his eight-inch shaft in and out of the warm cavern of the petite woman kneeling before him, bobbing her head up and down like a chicken pecking at grain.
As the first verse of this lustful song began to swell, Ranee could only let out muffled moans—"mmh, ngh"—her lips working like another secret passage, clenching around the thick shaft whose flared head was too large for her hand to encircle. Wanting him to reach the edge of bliss as quickly as possible, she increased her pace, using her tongue and the roof of her mouth to suck and tease the mushroomed tip as it slid within the warmth of her mouth. Clear saliva spilled from the corners of her lips, trailing down her throat and pooling between her breasts, which bounced in rhythm with the movement of her head. Her other hand kneaded the two heavy globes in their dark brown sac relentlessly, using both mouth and hands to push him toward release.
And it seemed Thada saw right through her intentions. He slipped his hand to the back of her shapely neck, grabbed her thick black hair cascading down to her hips, and yanked it hard, forcing her head back.
"That's enough," Thada commanded as he pulled his shaft from Ranee's mouth with a loud pop. His tone turned sharp.
"Get on all fours. I'm taking you from behind."
He didn't want to look at her face, didn't want to risk pressing his lips to hers—to the shameless woman who had once discarded him like trash after igniting his desire.
Ranee panted softly as she twisted her body to obey, but Thada seemed unable to wait. With both large hands gripping her slender waist, he exerted only a little force before tossing her face-down across the long sofa with ease.
"Ah!" she cried out in surprise.
Thada wasted no time. He tore at her G-string, ripping the tiny garment apart in his hand. Then he spread her thighs and slid his hand between her legs. His rough fingers slapped down on the soft flesh, tender as a baby's skin, before pressing insistently to search for the hidden bud of desire beneath the folds. The moment his fingers found it, his brow lifted in surprise at the slick, sticky wetness overflowing around her entrance. Even inside her warm folds, cloudy nectar pooled thickly, soaking the cleft.
Thada withdrew his fingers and stared at the viscous fluid stretching in strings between them. The next second, he let out a soft chuckle—one that was hard to tell whether it carried mockery or excitement—at the discovery that her slit was soaked, lubricant smeared wetly across his palm.
"What is it—don't tell me you're turned on by me," he scoffed. "Hah. You really are shameless. I'm not even your husband, and you're still this horny over me."
"Mmh… no, it's not like that, I just—ah!" She wanted to protest, but the words wouldn't come. Thada's shaft truly did stir her desire. From the moment she'd begun using her mouth on him, heat had flared low in her belly. And now, with his fingers invading the intimate folds of her forbidden place, she couldn't deny it anymore.
She didn't want to admit how aroused she was—how badly she wanted him. She wanted that man, the one mocking her with contempt… to take her quickly.
"Heh… since you want it so badly, I'll give it to you," he said with a low chuckle. "I'll pound you until it matches how shameless you are. I'll be your husband—just for tonight."
As he spoke, he thrust his long fingers into her warm cleft, where lubricant was pooled to the point of overflowing. Curling all three fingers into a hook, he pumped them in and out rapidly.
"Ah—ahh! Thada, be gentler! You—you can't just tear me apart like this—ah!" she cried out sharply, her voice mixing pain with breathy moans. She wanted to protest, but his sudden assault forced her to squeeze her eyes shut and open her mouth in a helpless cry, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure delivered by all five of his fingers.
Seeing her beginning to melt under his touch, Thada pressed his advantage. His large hand slapped down onto her soft, full breasts—thirty-four inches, ripe and yielding. They were pale, supple, and bounced eagerly in his grasp, clearly well cared for. The nipples were slightly larger than before, dark brown in color, perhaps nearly a centimeter across—quite different from when she had been a young girl, likely shaped that way from being suckled by her child. Thada rolled the dark buds between his fingers, alternately tugging and kneading them up and down as though milking a cow.
His… playing… with her body sent waves of heat coursing through Ranee, pain and pleasure blending together until she couldn't help but moan.
"Ah—p-please don't pull like that, it hurts… ahh, Thada, don't—"
That sharp, electric sensation ignited the desire deep in her belly until it flared wildly. It was obvious that Thada's stimulation heated her body far more than anything Teeradetch had ever done—dozens of times more. Amid the dizzying pleasure, she wondered how long it had been… how many years since she'd felt this burning, overwhelming need.
His large hands continued to squeeze and toy with her pale breasts while his three fingers pistoned rapidly inside her slick channel. Her curvy body suddenly tensed and jerked as her inner walls clenched tightly around his fingers.
Cloudy white fluid spilled out in a rush.
"Oh? You came just from my fingers?" he said with a soft click of his tongue. "Your insides are biting down on me so hard—and look at all this. You must have been starving for a long time. Come on, I'll take pity on you myself."
He mocked her as he stopped moving his hands, then grabbed her soft waist and flipped her supple body onto her back so they were face to face. He was still wearing his suit, and he hadn't put on a condom—but none of that mattered now.
The next moment, his tall, powerfully built body—lean, weighing around seventy-five kilos and packed with firm muscle—lowered itself over her smaller frame. One large hand lifted her leg, and he drove his still rock-hard length into her flushed, soaked core, where lubricant glistened thickly.
"Mmh—slow down, Thada… I-it hurts. Please, give me a moment," she pleaded softly, her voice sweet and trembling.
She hadn't been with anyone for nearly three years—ever since she'd discovered her good-for-nothing husband secretly entangled with his young secretary, even supporting her openly. From that moment on, she'd stopped sleeping with Teeradetch altogether, repulsed and unwilling to share the same man with countless other women.
Now, being suddenly filled by Thada's much larger shaft, it was no surprise that the sensation was sharp and overwhelming.
Even though her soft, breathy pleas escaped her lips, Thada ignored them. Instead, he thrust his hips forward, slamming his thick, dark mound against her swollen folds with increasing speed.
Each movement was deep and heavy, producing loud slap, slap sounds as their bodies collided in rhythm.
"It hurts?" he growled low in his throat. "This is nothing. I can make it hurt a lot more. This is your reward for being so cold-hearted. Take it."
The pain he spoke of was nothing compared to what he had once suffered at the hands of a heartless woman like her.
After that, he said nothing more—only lifted his hips and drove into her relentlessly, pounding her as though starved. Every thrust was hard and forceful, leaving her gasping, aching, and shuddering with pleasure all at once.
"Ahh… ohh…"
Thud, slap. Her cries and the sounds of flesh meeting were Thada's only answer. With no other choice, Ranee surrendered, letting her body move in time with the fierce rhythm of the man mounting her.
She released the tension gripping her, wrapping her slender legs tightly around his strong calves, locking her ankles around his narrow waist. Her shapely arms rose to cling to his solid back. Eyes closed, she let Thada take control—letting him carry her up and down on the tide of his desire.
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