CHAPTER 33: WHY AM I THINKING OF HER WHILE MY DICK’S BETWEEN MRS. FENWICK’S TITS?

It’s a stroke of luck that the fashion show got postponed by three days because of bad weather.

Not that I’m in bad shape—after that night when that Monster Reaper wrecked my ass, by sunrise my body was already back to normal.

But my morale is in pieces.

I thought I’d gotten strong.

Yet, she destroyed me like it was nothing.

I don’t know why she didn’t kill me—she must have her reasons—but next time I might not be so lucky.

And yet... John said his lackey, Oliver Segel, managed to wound her and make her flee.

That means Frank and Oliver are stronger than that Monster Reaper?! Damn it, they’re all on a completely different level compared to me...

I have to push my Sanguis magic training to the limit, no matter what.

As if that wasn’t enough to bring me down, Elaine seems to have completely moved on from me.

Yesterday morning, on my way home, I saw them having breakfast together at a café.

Elaine didn’t even greet me—in fact, she acted like she didn’t know me at all.

On top of that, Isabelle left for a business trip that will keep her away for two weeks—an important training course at Seiryu Biotech’s headquarters in Ashiya.

Yeah, the same place where we did it for the first time—back then it was for the same reason, but since I was still underage, she brought me along.

She’s only been gone a day, and I already miss her so damn much.

But it’s not just the beating from the Monster Reaper, Elaine’s cold shoulder, and Isabelle’s absence that bother me.

I can’t deny I’m also nervous about Brianne’s fashion show this afternoon—I think she’s passed her anxiety on to me by osmosis, since I have no real reason to be tense.

Still, I sincerely hope she nails it, maybe even landing a contract with a modeling agency.

She’s a good girl—she really deserves it.

Then again... why am I thinking about Brianne’s show while my dick is between Mrs. Fenwick’s tits?

Yes, I took advantage of my mom’s absence to indulge in a fantasy I’ve had since the last dinner Mrs. Fenwick and her husband had at our place.

Before heading to the office, she made a slight detour to my place.

[I’m making coffee and I have two slices of cake left, want to help me finish them?]

That’s the message I sent her last night, and this morning at dawn, the doorbell woke me up at five sharp.

Considering she starts work at nine... well, I’d say she’s planning on treating herself to a long morning fuck to start her shift right.

When I opened the door, I was wearing only a tank top and underwear—the same clothes I usually sleep in—and still had the natural morning erection you get right after waking up.

It must not have left her indifferent, because a moment later she was also down to just her underwear—a lacy, minimal set that left almost nothing to the imagination.

And now here I am, sitting comfortably on the couch, lost in my countless thoughts and worries, while she kneels in front of me, stroking me with her slightly sagging but still incredibly tempting breasts, the kind you can’t say no to, while she hungrily licks my cock.

A warm-up worthy of the name—Mrs. Fenwick really knows what she’s doing with her mouth.

God knows how many cocks she’s sucked in her life to get this good.

She’s so good that I almost feel like fucking her—but the idea of finishing in her mouth excites me more.

And since I’m the one holding the knife by the handle, while she’s the one desperately needing me, we do things my way—no objections, or I’ll send her home still craving cock.

It might be disrespectful to her, sure, but put yourself in my shoes.

I’m taking a real risk by having her over, so I expect that gamble to pay off.

Why would I want to fuck her normally when Isabelle is way better than her?

It wouldn’t make sense to risk it for something worse.

Mrs. Fenwick’s blowjobs are the only thing she has over Isabelle, so that’s the only reason it’s worth taking the risk.

So first, I plan to keep getting sucked until I’ve finished in her mouth—then, if there’s still time and mood, I’ll fuck her the traditional way.

But that doesn’t mean she won’t get off.

In fact, after a little appetizer, I lie down on the couch and she climbs on top of me, still with my cock in her mouth, while her neat, fragrant pussy presses against my face.

One of the first things Isabelle taught me was to make a woman come with my tongue—a thing she used to love, but we almost never do anymore, since she now prefers my cock.

Still, the technique Isabelle taught me is burned into my mind—those circular movements to stimulate the swollen clit peeking from between her lips, while my thumbs rest on the edges of her pussy, keeping it slightly spread.

Yeah, Mrs. Fenwick’s moans confirm I haven’t lost my magic touch, and we slip into a vicious cycle where:

She, overwhelmed by pleasure and passion, starts sucking me with even more intensity.

I, caught up in her more forceful movements, begin moving my tongue inside her more frantically.

Like that, in a loop, until...

Aaaah... what a relief...

My cum explodes in her mouth, drips from the corners of her lips... wait, but she hasn’t come yet, has she?

Shit, how embarrassing—it’s been at least two years since I came first.

My eyes instinctively fall on the big clock hanging in the living room.

Only twelve minutes have passed... I didn’t even last this short when I was fourteen... no, that’s impossible.

What’s happening to me? Is it because of her unmatched blowjob skills?

Or maybe the anxiety and worries?

Barely two minutes later, I hear Mrs. Fenwick let out one last, prolonged moan of relief, and her juices drip onto my face.

Damn, I only needed to hold out two more minutes... what a pain...

No, it can’t end like this! It’s only 5:15 in the morning—I’ve got plenty of time to get ready for a normal fuck and see if this unusually quick performance was just because of her mouth skills or something that’s bothering me.

We take advantage of that short break to drink a cup of coffee and enjoy the cake—still completely naked, with her sitting on my lap while I feed her.

«You really made me sweat this morning, Ren. Mind if I use the shower? I could use a quick refresh before work,» Mrs. Fenwick asks.

«As long as you let me join you.»

She smiles at me and throws her arms around my neck, licking a small spot of cream from my cheek.

«You shouldn’t even have to ask me that, Ren.»

Then she gets up from my lap and walks toward the bathroom, and I follow her.

We don’t even wait for the water to turn warm before she’s pressing her tits against the shower tiles and I’m behind her.

Yeah, I can confirm my unusual quickness earlier was simply because of her exceptional blowjob—since it took almost an hour and a half under the water before my cum finally splattered across her thighs.

Good to know—I’ll have to take advantage of Isabelle’s absence to build up my stamina.

I might even ask Mrs. Fenwick to stop by every morning before work—two weeks should be more than enough to get my body used to blowjobs that good.

Though, after two weeks of spending hours fucking in the hot shower... I’m afraid my mom will be furious when the next gas bill arrives.