Chapter 50: An Inexplicable Sense of Guilt
Xiao Yi licked and sucked with exquisite skill, sending waves of unprecedented pleasure through Stephanie. The sensation of him nursing at her breasts felt utterly sacred, profoundly satisfying.
This bliss surpassed even the heights of lovemaking.
Though Stephanie had experienced sex a few times with two or three different men, she'd never known such rapture. Especially that deep fulfillment in her heart—no amount of frantic thrusting from other lovers could provide it.
Sensing her eager response, Xiao Yi's heart soared with triumph.
Even with her eyes still closed, he knew she was awake now. At the very least, she wasn't lost in unconsciousness anymore.
Simply kneading and laving her snowy, voluptuous breasts could no longer sate the fire raging in him.
His hand trailed down her slender, silken waist, sliding slowly toward the firm curve of her ass.
Through the smooth leather pants, he gently squeezed her plump, perky cheeks. They felt taut and resilient—not as yielding as her breasts, but with a thrilling texture all their own.
Feeling him fondle her ass, Stephanie's guilt surged stronger than ever.
If it were just sucking her nipples or kneading her chest, she'd surrender to the pleasure guilt-free. But once his hands roamed elsewhere, it felt like a violation of every ethical boundary.
Stephanie Seymour grew tense.
The desire simmering inside her was abruptly smothered.
Biting her lip, she endured the strange discomfort, letting him toy with her body.
She yearned to be filled by him, yet dreaded crossing that line. The conflict tore at her like a thousand ants crawling over her heart, pure agony.
Xiao Yi felt her body resist, but his lust blazed uncontrollably now. There was no stopping.
How could any man stay rational with such a temptress naked and spread beneath him?
If not for that last thread of restraint, he'd have devolved into a beast and fucked her senseless already.
"Stephanie... doesn't it hurt having those leather pants so tight? Let me take them off for you... You'll sleep so much better like this..."
His tongue flicked out, tracing her neck with teasing laps as he inched toward her sensual lips.
The slick, nimble tongue paired with his seductive whisper—like the devil's own temptation.
"No!! You can't!~~ We can't do this~~~ We've only known each other two days~~~ And~~ and~~ why do I feel this crushing guilt? I... I don't even know him... Why does it feel like incest... Like I'm... like I'm making love to my own child... It's so... ah~~~~ so thrilling!~~~ But this is~~~ so shameful!~~~"
Stephanie screamed inwardly, desperately grasping for excuses to halt his advances.
But the words on her tongue twisted into a soft murmur...
"Mmm~~~ B-but~~ I~~ I'm not wearing any~~~ p-panties~~~~ Y-you~~~ can't peek~~~~"
Stephanie froze, stunned by her own coquettish words. She couldn't believe they'd come from her mouth!
Waves of shame and guilt battered her sanity, her heart pounding wildly.
Yet her body's flood of desire had long since overwhelmed her. She couldn't fight the way it arched toward him...
Before she could muster another refusal, Xiao Yi unfastened the button on her leather pants and eased them down with deliberate slowness!
To aid him, Stephanie unwittingly lifted her hips, letting the pants slip off effortlessly.
Her already drenched, scorching pussy met the air fully, a cool rush washing over her—like total release!
As if the desires her reason had caged were suddenly set free!
Xiao Yi saw her pussy was a sopping mess, the tender, vibrant folds quivering slightly, begging to be filled.
The instant the pants cleared, he hoisted her legs up roughly and slung them over his shoulders.
Feeling his raw dominance and wildness—and imagining what came next—Stephanie shuddered from head to toe, a moan of ecstasy escaping her lips: "No!~~~ Don't!~~ This is wrong~~~ We... we can't do this~~~~"