Chapter 19: Four ⚠️

She never stops moving in and out at her pace. I feel every inch of her cock thrusting inside me. I confess, she feels amazing inside me.

In every thrust, she goes as far as she can and then almost goes out of me before going deeper again. I gasp at the odds of her leaving my insides.

"I don't know, I don't know how many I've had already," I respond, biting my lip to restrain a moan. Of course, I know, but I won't admit it, especially since I won't confess that I've never even had an orgasm before her.

"Four," she responds, holding her eyes on me and continuing her extensive movement, now stronger and faster, increasing her speed until she reaches the perfect one. The one she knows I crave.

"Are you counting?" I ask, trying to control my breath. "Is this about a record for you?" It's impossible, though.

"Have you had more than four in once? Just answer me," she asks, kissing my neck and biting my earlobe. I shiver. I'm getting annoyed by her talking; only my body reacts differently. She has full control over my body's reactions, even if my brain starts to think otherwise.

I am just living the literal experience of having my brains fucked out.

"Bakit?"

She goes down my neck, continuing with her bites, passing her warm tongue slowly on my collarbone while she opens my left leg even further, providing her with better access to my insides. I twist my head back, feeling her deep inside me. I'm rising again.

She is buried in me; she keeps providing me with new sensations. I feel I'm in an out-of-body experience. Each time she buries herself inside and rubs her body against my clit during the movement, I go higher. My breath is shallow, choked. I can't inhale enough air into my lungs.

Despite that, the way she pronounces my name with her husky voice and her accent heats something inside of me. There is something about how she articulates the 'Q' and then pronounces the 'n' at the end that sends a shiver starting on my ear and traveling down my spine. It's good she doesn't say my full name very often; it makes my body respond to her even more, if that's even possible.

"It's one," it escapes my mouth shyly, "and is not complete, with the one you gave me last time."

For some reason I don't know, I couldn't lie to her. I could have just said ten or whatever, but no, the truth had to come out, leaving my mouth with regret.

"You have never had more than one orgasm per time?"

"Wag mo nang ulitin, Maxine." I said, annoyed with her; she's talking again during sex. Could she just shut up and fuck?

"Oh, your ex is such a loser; I gave you four, and I'm not even making too much effort." she says nonchalantly.

I gawk at her; I think I hate her.

It's not possible for someone to be that conceited, especially not in the middle of sex. Wait, in the middle of amazing sex. Couldn't she have waited to say something stupid and kill the mood?

The worst thing is, even though I'm disliking her right now, wanting to just slap her in the face to check if it could provide some reasoning to her, she is still inside me providing me a pleasure I've never tasted before. I'm unable to ignore it, to control it, to stop it.

My insides are still welcoming her, happier than ever.

I frowned at her. She chuckles.

"I didn't mean it like that, Quinn. Wag ka nang magalit." She is caressing the outside of my left leg that she keeps open for her. I shut my eyes, tingling with her touch.

"No, I think you should stop," I state, keeping my eyes closed, trying to stabilize myself. My brain just had enough of her and her smugness; the thing is, my body couldn't desire her more. She just worships it as if it belongs to her, as if she knows every part, my every curve, every perfect spot that I didn't even know. It's not fair.

"You sure? You want me to stop?" She keeps pounding inside me all the time, and she knows she's in the exact place I want her to be, coercing me to crave more. How could I urge her to stop?

I couldn't respond, but, still, with my eyes closed, I concentrate all my strength on nodding my head, yet my tricky mouth provides a moan to her performance. I surely hate her.

"I hate you, Maxine." She chuckles.

"Do you now?"

"oo" I hope she understood it as a statement because it really sounded like a moan of pleasure. She smirks.

"I'm sure you hate when I'm touching you like that," she keeps moving her hand all over my body, caressing it with her firm touch. "I can see your nipples hard for me, of pure hatred. Damn, why can't I control it?"

She moves her lips, taking my nipple and nibbling it.

"You are moaning and panting beneath me; you are enjoying every second of me fucking you, Quinn."

Why is her telling me this exciting me? I must have some critical psychological disturbance. It's not supposed to be sexy; I have to be angry with her.

She moves my arms slowly up, caressing them on her way over my head, keeping them in her hands, attaching them again.

"Just feel this, Quinn, do you see this?"

"I'm not seeing anything!" I spit, bothered, panting.

She chuckles again, releasing one of her hands to caress every inch of my skin on her way down.

"Your body's responses to mine are amazing," she states, watching my body as if it were a work of art, and starts increasing her pace again, taking my right breast in her hands and massaging it. I feel her fingers around it, touching every part of my breast, stroking it, squeezing it.

I just want to avoid any reaction; I just want to prove her wrong. But I can't avoid my back arching again.

"I didn't mean to upset you, Quinn," she said again, taking a lock of hair off my face.

"I just mean, you and me, it's undeniable chemistry. It doesn't mean I'm not making any effort." She says, placing her hand on my waist, caressing it, and then proceeding to my butt and clutching it.

"I'm making a lot, in fact, to not finish this sooner than it's supposed to. It's hard work."

She completes biting my earlobe and pounding faster and faster inside me.

"Each time you clench around me," she gasps for air, closing her eyes,

"I just need all my power to be able to continue." She says, kissing me, forcing me to melt into her lips, opening my mouth to her bubble gum tongue.

I gasp. It's hard to breathe with her doing all these things to me. I want to grab the sheet or anything—no, her back. I want to scratch her entire back; I want to mark it, sink my nails in her, feel her soft skin on a whole new level, but she keeps my hands secured in hers.

I keep my mouth shut. I swear I won't give her this pleasure.

It's hard, though. In no time, she makes me cum again, and I just wanted to scream my lungs out. I succeed in controlling most of it, though.

I'm panting; I'm exhausted. It's tiring to try to control myself and failing miserably.

She came just after me, cursing and keeping her hard-earned breath on my neck, letting her body fall over mine, placing her weight over me. I feel the heat of her body being transferred to my own, her heart racing against my chest, her soft lips against my ear speaking between hard breaths:

"Next time you will scream my name when you cum," she takes a deep breath before continuing. "I don't mind fucking you for hours to achieve it."

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