Chapter 248: B - A fuck I’ve been wanting for far too long

Kimberly... did she really just say what I think I heard? My ears aren’t playing tricks on me, right?

But I don’t even get the chance to open my mouth and ask whether she’s serious or just messing with me — because she firmly places a hand over my eyes.

"I-I’ll do it with you, but on one condition..." she continues. "I-I don’t want you looking at me while we do it... it’d be too embarrassing..."

I nod, even though I honestly can’t understand the reason behind such a bizarre request.

"All right, no problem. But can I at least know why?"

"I-I’ll explain," she stammers, keeping her hand firmly over my eyes while clearly doing something with the other — though I can’t tell what. "It’s just that... you’re too handsome. Much more than me... and it makes me deeply uncomfortable..."

"That makes absolutely no sense. And for the record, you’re way more beautiful than I am."

"I-I don’t care if it doesn’t make sense to you! What matters is that it makes sense to me, and I don’t have to stand here convincing you of the reasons behind my choices! So either we do this my way, or we don’t do it at all!"

"Ugh... fine, you win..."

After all, having sex with Kimberly with my eyes closed is still better than not having sex with her at all.

At that moment, I feel the hand covering my eyes slip away — only for her to blindfold me with a piece of fabric at the same time.

It feels like... lace?

Oh, shit... are these her panties?!

Yeah. There’s no way I’m mistaken.

And just the thought of having her panties pressed against my face gets me so hard I’m afraid I’ll tear straight through my sweatpants — though they don’t stay on me for long.

Completely blindfolded, I can only imagine what she’s doing.

First, she pulls my pants down to my ankles, then my underwear. Then... nothing.

Several seconds pass.

Is she having second thoughts? Fuck, I really hope not!

Thankfully, I soon realize that’s not the case.

I feel her straddle me.

Instinctively, I reach my hands forward, my fingertips brushing against the smooth, bare skin of her thighs.

Right — she was wearing leggings tonight.

Which means that to take off her panties... she must’ve taken off her leggings first.

A soft moan reaches my ears as I squeeze her thighs.

I feel her slowly lowering herself... until something wet touches the tip of my cock — without a doubt, her pussy.

Then she sinks onto me with agonizing slowness — probably afraid of the pain a cock like mine might cause a completely inexperienced pussy like hers.

But finally, I feel her bare thighs pressing against mine, her breasts against my chest... and every single inch of my cock sliding inside her.

And after that... she stays completely still.

Well, considering it’s her first time, I guess she needs a little guidance.

My hands slide from her thighs to her firm, athletic ass, and I squeeze it tightly.

Then I start guiding her hips back and forth — slowly at first, because of the little moans of pain she lets out as she adjusts to my size. But as that pain gradually turns into pleasure, I guide her faster and faster, until she finally starts moving on her own.

I feel her lean down over me, her arms wrapping around my neck... and her tongue slipping into my mouth.

Even the way she kisses is clumsy — mechanical and repetitive.

But she seems like a fast learner, and the thought of being the first man — and perhaps the last — to open her eyes to the pleasures of the flesh... turns me on like crazy!

There are still several hours left before that suicide mission begins... and I intend to spend every single second I possibly can with my cock inside her!

"A-Axel... I... aaah... I’m about to—"

She doesn’t even get the chance to finish the sentence before a full gush of her fluids runs down my thighs, and I feel her collapse heavily on top of me, her head resting on my shoulder. Her hot, ragged breath tickles my ear.

Seriously? It can’t have been more than two minutes since I put it inside her! She must’ve been a fucking time bomb of pent-up hormones to come that fast.

I really hope she’s not one of those girls who completely lose interest the moment they reach orgasm.

Luckily for me, she’s not.

She lifts herself back up and starts moving her hips again with renewed vigor, letting my hard cock inside her do its job. Her hands slip underneath my shirt and press against my chest, and I do the same.

Her tits are so big... so firm... and feeling her hard nipples pressing against my palms sends me into ecstasy.

By now, there’s no trace left of the clumsy, awkward Kimberly from just a few minutes ago.

She’s riding my cock like her life depends on it. Her tongue is even wilder inside my mouth than before, but now her movements feel much more natural.

And the longer we fuck, the more that damn blindfold pisses me off, depriving me of the incredible sight unfolding right above me.

Kimberly’s face completely overwhelmed by pleasure, her huge naked breasts, her thighs, her pussy...

All those wonders I can only imagine.

"I-I... I can feel it again... I’m about to come again... aaaah..."

Those words, followed by a long, drawn-out moan, announce her second orgasm in little more than ten minutes, and another warm torrent soaks my thighs.

And then... she starts riding me again.

She’s a little slower now, but I doubt it’s because she’s tired — she’s a damn Monster Slayer, strong and resilient, so it would take a hell of a lot more than ten minutes of sex to wear her out.

I guess it’s the pleasure that’s leaving her this breathless.

We keep fucking over and over on that bench as if there weren’t another soul in all of New York. Her arousal flows freely from her pussy — the wettest I’ve ever been inside in my entire life.

Four times, maybe five... I’ve stopped counting how many times she’s come since we started, more than an hour ago.

And finally, it’s my turn.

A hot, white torrent erupts inside her with such force that it feels like I haven’t come in years. The warmth fills her belly, drawing a long sigh from her — half pleasure, half relief.

But there’s no way I’m letting it end like that.

In the blink of an eye, we’re rolling across the grass, our bodies tangled together.

And somehow, that blindfold is still covering my eyes, even though by now it’s completely pointless. My hands have explored every inch of her skin so many times that, even without seeing her, a complete image of Kimberly naked has already formed in my mind.

Her orgasms spill onto the grass beneath us one after another, so many times that it almost looks like a puddle.

She moans. Screams my name. Then she comes again, and I follow right after her, filling her with my seed until it feels like there’s no room left inside her for any more.

But I still have absolutely no intention of stopping — and neither does she.

Why do I keep coming inside her?

This time, it has nothing to do with love. I think it’s pure emotional momentum. I’d wanted to fuck her so badly, after spending so many months drooling over her without even touching her, that leaving things incomplete would’ve felt like a waste.

Besides that, I guess giving her the pleasure of feeling the warmth of my orgasm is also my way of apologizing in advance for what’s about to happen to her.