Instead of pulling away, Eva made a different decision.
She decided to challenge her limits.
And so, she pushed her head forward even more!
Christian, who clearly noticed what was happening, the way the tightness and the pleasure felt different. The striking bulge appearing on Eva's small, dainty neck, couldn't help but show a flicker of concern amidst his heavily pleasure-filled expression.
He was already close to climax, and her reckless action only made things worse for him.
Still, he held on, wanting to savor this moment even more.
When Eva finally pulled away, coughing, with precum and saliva trailing from the corner of her mouth and tears spilling from her eyes, Christian felt as if the last string of his reason had snapped.
The sight was simply too provocative.
So instead of giving her time to gather herself, he grabbed her head with both hands and shoved himself back in, all the way to the hilt—returning his dick to its rightful place!
Christian was no longer able to hold back. With a deep grunt of pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut, he finally released his thick, hot seed straight down her throat.
As he reached the peak of his climax, he suddenly became aware of himself, how far he had pushed her… and how deep he had gone. He intended to pull back, worried it might be too much for her.
But Eva, her eyes wide and glistening, refused to let him go. Instead, she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, locking him in place.
Her puffed-out cheeks, the way she savored his release as she swallowed every drop, only made the moment last even longer.
'Damn, it's too hot.'
When he finally pulled away, Christian watched as Eva quickly closed her mouth, as if afraid she might spill even a single drop.
And in a hoarse, commanding tone, he ordered, "Open your mouth."
Already too far gone in lust to feel even a hint of shame, Eva obeyed without hesitation.
She presented him with the vulgar sight of her mouth filled with his thick, white essence, her small tongue swirling around the newly formed pool. Christian took a long moment to admire his own handiwork… his masterpiece.
Then, he gave his next command.
"Now, close your mouth and swallow it."
He usually wasn't this demanding… this commanding. Their lovemaking was often gentler, more intimate. But in this moment, all of that slipped away. Right now, he just wanted to act on his raw, unfiltered desire - with his woman.
More over while, even Eva, who had long surrendered to pleasure, showed a flicker of embarrassment. She still obeyed.
Closing her mouth, she swallowed it all, then opened wide once more—sticking out her tongue to prove she had taken every last drop.
Christian's gaze darkened, heavy with possessiveness, and he felt himself harden once again.
If anything, he was even stiffer than before.
And he couldn't help but think—
'It's time to claim her properly… and use the lower hole!'
Christian continued his "massage session" which had long since gone past any reasonable definition of a massage, for a long time before finally stopping.
By then, Eva had already drifted off into unconsciousness, her body completely spent. A satisfied, pleasure-filled expression was etched onto her face, proof of just how thoroughly she had been taken.
As for Christian, he could have kept going for even longer. His enhanced constitution made everything better… including his stamina in this kind of thing.
'… But had Eva also been able to last this long? Why do I feel like she, too, was able to endure more than before?'
'Or was it just her getting used to their exhausting yet enjoyable exercises, and nothing more?'
A small part of him wondered silently, but he knew he couldn't just stay forever.
… Not when both of them were naked, and Eva's love-hole was still dripping with his white cum.
So, he quickly draped on a pair of pants, casually covered Eva with something, and then stood up while carrying her in his arms.
Did she know, even in her sleep, that it was him holding her?
Seeing Eva snuggle closer to him, her body still marked with love bites and hickeys, Christian couldn't help but think warmly.
But then, interrupting his thoughts as he gazed affectionately at Eva's side profile, the door suddenly opened.
And in walked Sophia.
Both of them paused for a moment, with Christian gathering himself just as quickly.
… He might have felt a little embarrassed had she walked in on him a month ago.
But that was then. And this was now.
Now, he simply didn't care.
Or rather—he had already gotten used to it.
So, without any awkwardness over being caught in such a situation, Christian observed Sophia's expression.
Did she, too, get used to their escalating lovemaking sessions and the aftermath?
Because she didn't seem perturbed to him, and just calmly taking everything in.
It was during such a time, when Christian didn't bother of finding the truth about his conclusion, that he was reminded of something.
…The situation back then, when his sister had arrived, with "just" Nina accompanying her.
Even after all this time, with Nina living under the same roof as him, Christian still hadn't completely let his guard down around her, not to mention a month earlier, after all.
So one could imagine just how much of a problem that incident had been for him.
Did he trust Sophia completely, then?
He trusted her judgment, especially when it came to Sophia, who had been by her side nearly all her life.
So her absence in that moment had been problematic for him.
Had it not been for the sheer surprise of his sister's unexpected visit at that time, or their later encounter with the pair that seemed to be from another world, he would have already questioned her.
But in comparison to those two, Sophia's situation was still the lesser problem.