Chapitre 44: Chapter 42 - Where It All Began II
The table was of no concern, however, as Joffrey suddenly lifted her by her ass and made her sit on the table. Arya almost yelped at the touch on her rear, but somehow a tinge of thrill started to invade her thoughts, remembering that night she heard Sansa's reckless moans.
The table was high and made her feet dangle in the air. But Joffrey didn't waste time and stepped between her legs, and pulled her in; proceeding with another wet exchange of saliva.
But this time his hands played all over her body. He felt her thin waist, so thin he could almost circle it with his two palms spread wide. Going up, he caressed the front of her chest, feeling her soft, small breasts, barely forming a swell enough to hold. Yet, he felt the hard little pebbles on both her swells, growing hard.
"Nnnngh!" Arya was lost in that deep kiss.
Both hands rested on Joffrey's shoulders as she swayed her face to draw more from his mouth. Her tongue completely surrendered to the pleasure, a first kiss she knew she'd never forget.
Enough games. Joffrey started feeling a little uneasy in his pants so he moved ahead. His hands gripped her tunic from each side of her waist and pulled it up with a jerk.
Arya felt cold hair strike her skin. But she didn't stop the kiss since this was a part of the bet. 'Bare' as Joffrey had said, so she accepted it. It was also the shame that made her refuse to stop that kiss, or else she'd have to see him glance at her nakedness.
But Joffrey had to break the kiss. He pulled the tunic further up and with a final hard tug, took it off her head.
For a moment he lost himself. There were no smallclothes on her breasts, as she didn't need them. They were slightly less than a handful, shapely round, with small areolas around tight pale brown buds.
Charming indeed. Joffrey admired, ignoring Arya's embarrassing discomfort at his peering gaze. But he returned to touching her and caressed his hand over her belly. He could feel real abs there, although they weren't visible. She had definitely trained hard, yet her alabaster skin felt velvety.
"Oooh!" Arya moaned. Getting her nipples pinched was new to her, shocking, ticklish, and a little exciting.
But Joffrey suppressed her voice with his tongue in her mouth once again. Both his hands got to work in the meantime. One hand fondled her breasts while the other remained on her belly, slowly inching down.
"Ah! Joffrey!" Arya broke the kiss and cried out. She felt goosebumps all over, her stomach knotting up in that heated moment. She hated feeling the wonderful sensations from his attention.
But that was merely the beginning as Joffrey's other hand moved down from her belly and reached the middle of her spread thighs. The cotton breeches she was wearing were tight and he felt the dampness there already.
He smiled and began rubbing four of his fingers over her heated core. If he wanted he could have removed her breeches too and touched her there directly. But he wanted to leave that for next time, for the main course next week.
"Mmmmmh! God!" Arya mewled, her hands started to clench on his shoulder, almost confused if she should feel anger or lust. But it was all oh so good.
Her toes curled up, hands locked around Joffrey's neck. It felt so blissful, so hot everywhere. Displeased by herself, she shut her eyes and surrendered herself to Joffrey, as if she just wanted it to end as soon as possible.
Whatever he wanted to do, she let him.
Can't wait to shove my cock in there. Joffrey thought while caressing her tight pussy under her clothes. Grinding left and right, he wanted to have her cream on his fingers before moving on with stuffing her throat. He wanted her to remember that hot, erotic release and lust for more.
"Louder, Arya," Joffrey ordered and stopped kissing her.
He arched his back and brought his face to her tight, pebble-sized nipple. Taking it between his lips, he pressed it hard and rolled it around, aided by the tongue teasing with flicks. His finger also poked and prodded the little bump hardening between her legs, like a tiny squishy toy for his amusement.
"Aaaaaah!" Arya involuntarily screamed.
The pleasure was so otherworldly, in her cunt and on her breast. Her toes stretched straight and she tightly clenched Joffrey's hair with her hands, unknowingly pulling his face onto her swells. She couldn't believe a mere single spot would feel different when touched by a man's rough hands. It almost made her want to rip off the cloth standing between her and his touch.
Joffrey's fingers picked up the pace and grinded over her lower lips like no tomorrow, up and down, sliding the slightly coarse cloth in between her drooling slit. So moist that the wet sounds were audible, so much teasing that he had no doubt she was already swollen red.
But at last, he noticed Arya throwing her head back in abandon. Her body shuddered under his hands, her breath halted like a silent scream of pure bliss.
"Ah! H-how? Aaaaah!" Arya went through her first aided orgasm.
She had explored herself before, but never something this strong. Could this really be the power men had? So rough, so demanding… addicting. Her legs quivered, her belly throbbed inside, and her breath refused to calm down. "Ooooh!"
Just a few moments later she erupted in dazzling ecstasy, her swollen pussy crying out her squirting nectar with an intense gushing stream. But her breeches hindered that watery cream from escaping and only drenched her own legs.
Some drops filtered through and leaked down, while the rest formed a massive damp evidence all over her beige breeches.
"Aaaah!" She almost fell back if not for her hands stopping the fall. Both of her legs went limp, falling despite Joffrey standing there between them.
With a satisfied smirk, Joffrey continued to tease her. Both his hands reached for her breasts this time and cupped them in his palm. He squeezed hard, enough to leave red prints. "That wasn't a part of the deal, but no need to thank me."
"Y-You-ugh…" Arya still felt out of breath. Being naked didn't feel as shameful anymore, all she could think about was that heavenly sensation that took over her very being.
"But…" Joffrey stepped back at last and started taking off his clothes. Starting with his surcoat, then tunic, and finally breeches. He got rid of every piece of clothing on his body. Not because he planned on going all the way but because he wanted to feel free. And possibly show her what was to come, what she could ask for… what she could beg for later on.
"Time for the main course, Arya."
"T-That…" Arya stared at his cock foolishly. She didn't have anything to compare it with but she believed it was big. Veiny, throbbing, erect, and pointing upward. She gulped just at the thought of Sansa taking all of that in… herself taking all of that in.
But she quickly shook her head and focused. She only had to use her mouth this time. Although her confidence was shaken, she remained headstrong.
Joffrey gestured for her to get down from the table and kneel on the floor before him. Being a gentleman, he had even placed his surcoat on the floor so she wouldn't scrape her knees. "I suggest you start quickly if you don't want to spend the whole night here."
No, she didn't want that. Arya jumped from the table, almost stumbling as she felt sore in her womanhood. Her legs felt wobbly, but she walked enough to reach Joffrey and got down on her knees.
"I have to take that in my mouth?" Arya asked in disbelief. From so close, she truly noticed its real size. With Joffrey's height, his balls were dangling before her eyes while the girthy shaft throbbed near her forehead.
"Of course." Joffre stepped closer to her face and let his cock tap on her head. He grinded his balls on her face. "Use your mouth! Lick it, suck it, pleasure me until I feed you my seed."
Arya shivered hearing him talk so shamelessly. But a bet was a bet, so she timidly pushed her tongue out and licked on his ballsack. The scent was strong, a strange and masculine smell that made her feel weird things, the heat almost scorching her.
"You can use your hands as well. Stroke it." Joffrey had to teach her everything. When she tried, he grabbed her hand and showed her how to stroke his cock back and forth. Her dainty fingers intertwined with his, caressing his sizable cock, almost making it seem bigger.
"Like that. Take it in your mouth as well."
"This?!" She exclaimed.
Joffrey didn't ask again and widened his legs to lower his cock a little. Once at the level of her lips, he probed her to open her mouth with his pre-cum coated cockhead. "Let it slide in!"
"I—Mmmmph!"
Arya opened her lips to speak. But Joffrey seized the chance and pushed in, filling her mouth to the brim with his thickness. Her lips formed a perfect, tight 'O' around his girth, the heat inside was otherworldly. She was tight even there, her teeth gave off a spicy, thrilling pleasure.
"Stroke me with your mouth," Joffrey commanded further. His hips started moving as well, not depending on her entirely. Both his hands reached for her head at the same time, guiding her to motion. "Just like that… Yes!"
Tight! Absolutely tight! Joffrey experienced heaven inside Arya's mouth. The more he shoved in the hotter it became. The warm breath locked in her throat with that coating spit glued to his cockhead felt like a warm sleeve. He melted right there, feeling the build-up in his loins straining to no end.
"Mmmm!" Arya struggled to take all of his cock in, spluttering and battling to breathe through her nose, but she never tried to push him away. A deal was a deal. On top of that, she felt too weak after having had her explosive release.
"Ghk! Ghk!" Arya gurgled once Joffrey started fucking her face with deep and long thrusts.
"Aaaargk!"
She choked at times and gagged at others.
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