Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 126: Spell Out What I Want? [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

Yes! Alton thought, doing a mental fist pump at managing to extract that admission from her.

He had thought she would never ask! Still, he had to wonder exactly how far he could push her...

"Delphine, Delphine, you know that won’t do, don’t you? You’re going to have to do much better than that if you want me to put you out of your misery, woman."

"What do you mean?" she asked him plaintively. "You’re the one who said we have to stick to the letter of the rules, and I’ve met them, now you have to uphold your end of the bargain."

He laughed mirthlessly. "I think you’ve forgotten which of the two of us is lying curled in a little ball on the floor, babydoll."

"Just spell out what you want, man," she said with rising exasperation, as he continued to deny her, even after he had begged him.

"Spell out what I want?" he drawled slowly. "Hmm..." he mused, like he really was considering his options.

"Well, I have a tremendous desire to fuck you, Delphine," he growled, "and I rather think you’d enjoy it, given my intimate knowledge of your, shall we politely describe it as an ’overly sensitive button’?"

"No," she said flatly.

"No, we shouldn’t politely describe your clit as an ’overly sensit..."

"No to the sex part," she interrupted him.

He had to keep trying...

"You spell out what you want from me then, Delphine; and be specific."

"Alton, I can’t!" she wailed pitifully at him. "Why must you torment me when you know that I need you so badly?"

Okay, he didn’t have much willpower left himself, and after that statement the last of it evaporated in a puff of lust.

He leant over with a grunt, lifting her onto her hands and knees, and panting deeply like an uncivilized caveman at the sight of her in that position, wearing that miniskirt and bra thingy.

He flipped her little pleated skirt up, so her ass was on display; it didn’t have far to flip.

"Don’t wear an outfit like this again in front of the men," he chided her.

She swayed her exposed ass from side to side in reply, willing him to continue, the teeny string of her thong lost between those curvy ass cheeks.

He groaned and pulled his aching cock and balls free from his uniform. They sprang out of his opened fly like they’d been shot from a catapult.

He reached underneath her chest, letting his cock rest on her ass, where it made a tempting picture.

He merrily freed each of her breasts from the confines of that tight top. They spilled out instantly, like they were thanking him for releasing them from their tortuous cage.

He gave each of his favourite treasures a joyful swing. He realised he had missed them, not having properly understood how long he would be deprived of their company for.

Delphi groaned and pushed her ass back against him, trying to rub her passage against his leg, in search of some relief from that aching throb between her thighs.

He shifted his leg out of reach.

"Uh, uh, no you don’t. I can see you’ll be undone in two seconds flat, and you’re not leaving without me."

"Alton," she moaned, "please?" she wheedled, turning her head back to look at him with those big green eyes, her long hair draped across her back.

Pow! his extremely thin self-control exhausted itself immediately and he slammed his cock between her legs, shooting it over the thin slip of the thong panties that covered her pussy.

Her mouth opened in an involuntary gasp.

"Close your legs!" he ordered.

She brought her knees together, and he thrust his cock between her sweet thighs like he was fucking her doggy style.

He gripped up her hair and pulled her head up so that he could see her face.

Each of his rough thrusts rubbed across her clit, his cock separated from her pussy only by a slip of silk, the position eliciting louder and louder moans from Delphi.

As he continued to dry hump her from behind, Delphi’s moans turned into screams, and he could tell she was about to come.

He gripped her mouth with his hand, stifling her loud cries, and half stood as he pounded his cock just below her ass, through the tight passage of her thighs.

He was pounding her so hard that she slid up against the wall and banged her head, but she was in the throes of a very hard orgasm now, biting down on Alton’s fingers as her high-pitched cry escaped from behind his hand anyway.

She squeezed her thighs together so that his cock was perfectly milked.

He lead out a guttural roar as he came right after she did, his seed jetting forward onto her dangling breasts and coating them in his cum.

Delphi waited until the last of the fierce waves of pleasure had completely subsided, before placing her hands on the wall and sighing with happy relief.

Alton turned her around so she was sitting with her back to the wall, and he could enjoy the pretty picture he had created.

Her hair dishevelled and big, her lips red and swollen, her mouth half-open, her skirt displaced, the gold top wrapped around her ribcage like a belt, her large breasts glistening with his semen, her eyes still unfocussed.

That session didn’t feel like nearly enough, but he knew the victory lap contestants would return soon, so they were all out of time...

He kissed her on her pretty lips.

"You must be some kind of witch with the spell you’ve cast on me, woman. I’m like an addict waiting for his next fix..."

Delphi felt slightly regretful that she had broken her mental promise not to have a casual sexual relationship with the man before she was ready to commit to him, but that slight tug of guilt was overwhelmed by the near-term happy memory of that orgasm.

Oh! My! God!