195 A passionate promise (R18)
However, my mother had already deciphered the meaning of my words and whom I was referring to. She began to speak, but I promptly cut her off, asserting, “I know. So why don’t you wait for me to handle everything? We can address it all at once.” I shook my head at her and raised an eyebrow, emphasizing my point. “Besides, don’t you think she also needs the same support as Grandma Celia right now?”
My mother averted her gaze, her eyes still filled with anger. “But she should have known better,” she muttered. Without hesitation, I flicked my fingers against her forehead and swiftly gave her a light slap on her ass, scolding her, “I won’t appreciate it if you say or do anything inappropriate before I arrive. You know that, right?” She instinctively held her buttocks and shot a reproachful gaze at me for the public display.
Reluctantly, she let out a sigh of understanding and nodded her head. “But that means you better act quickly, because I don’t know how long I can keep my composure,” she warned, as she left the room, her words lingering in the air.
Observing her departing figure, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was enjoying the role of being the one in charge. And despite her tendency to be overly reactive, deep down, I knew she wouldn’t exceed certain bounds once she regained her composure and reflected upon the situation.
“You are full of surprises, boy,” the village chieftess remarked, passing me with confident steps as she made her way out of the door. Though I was immediately stunned by her presence, having momentarily forgotten about her, my attention quickly shifted towards Ayla. She flashed me a smile and whispered, “You better arrive quickly,” before quickly exiting the room, her joy radiating more than anyone else present.
Glancing around to see who remained, I approached Grandma Vivian and Derry, noting the tears still streaming down Grandma Vivian’s face. With utmost tenderness, I softly caressed her soft fleshy thighs, mindful of the fact that she was wearing a short cotton gown, slightly longer than Grandma Ingrid’s tulga. It required little effort to gently part her legs on the ground, making both women aware of my actions as I knelt down in the middle.
With her stunning legs now wonderfully divided, delicately resting over mine, I reached up, my hands extending towards her, and firmly grasped both sides of her face, gently lifting her head as I wiped away her tears with my thumbs.
Though there were words on the tip of my tongue, I hesitated, uncertain if they would offer comfort or simply amplify her sorrow, which wasn’t what she needed at that moment. As such, without delay, I made a spontaneous decision, firmly holding her face in place as I leaned in closer.
Furthermore, despite being aware that I could have postponed making her my partner, deep down, I understood that I would have eventually taken the same leap. It felt as though this was a moment that required action now, rather than later. With that in mind, as our lips drew closer, I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, noticing how Grandma Derry exaggeratedly covered her mouth with her hands. However, I quickly redirected my gaze to the woman before me, charmed by her stunned and incredulous expression, and sealed the moment with a passionate kiss.
The kiss, though brief, lasted no more than three seconds before I gently pulled back. “From this moment on, Vivian, you are also my partner, alright? So you better stop those tears from falling because you couldn’t get pregnant. Because…” To ensure my words carried the weight they deserved, I leaned forward, whispering into her ear, “I will persistently continue to penetrate you until you become pregnant again. And if you still doubt me…” With a mischievous smile playing on my face, I leaned back, simultaneously taking her hand and guiding it towards my erect penis, lifting my tulga in the process. Allowing her to grasp my flaming rod, whether it was due to the intense moment or the whirlwind of emotions enveloping her, but my words and actions caused an immediate shiver to course through her.
Positioning my hand near her pussy, I inserted my fingers inside and began to move them. Gradually, she began to moisten as expected, granting me permission to proceed. I swiftly released her hand from my scorching rod and pulled her waist closer, leading her towards my hard veiny penis, as I positioned it to effortlessly slide into her now moistened vagina, all within the widened eyes of Grandma Derry and the lingering disbelief in Grandma Vivian’s expression. “I will give you countless reasons to believe, and make sure that you never stop believing,” I assured her, before completely kissing her waist with mine.
“…O~~” She let out a loud gasp the moment my engorged penis was fully sheathed within her wet pussy.
Grasping both of her soft buttocks after lifting up her short gown, I firmly held them in place as I slowly withdrew my veiny member from her wet vagina, savouring the sensation before gradually pushing it back in. With each inch teasingly removed and inserted, the only sound filling the room was her heavy breathing, her eyes locked onto mine with unwavering focus.
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Capturing the moment, I kissed her once more, and this time, I sensed her attempt to reciprocate the same passion. Though her tongue clumsily mingled with mine, revealing her inexperience, her desire was unmistakable.
After indulging in the kiss for about five seconds, a tempting desire arose within me to find out how she could last if I took her and fucked her right here on the ground, but time was slipping away, and there was little of it left. Therefore, I withdrew my member from her pussy. Yet, in an instant, as soon as the tip was removed, she clamped her legs tightly around my waist, forcefully driving my stiff member back into her wet vagina, causing her to moan and exhale deeply in a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction.