Welcome to the Innocent World-Chapter 188: Finger Fucking her in front of Everyone (R-18)

Her insides clenched tightly around my fingers, a desperate and needy rhythm that made me smirk against the curve of her neck. The soft, addictive scent of her skin surrounded me as I leaned closer, my lips grazing her neck and ear.

"So, what do you say, babe?" I murmured, my voice low and teasing. "Will you come with me? Yes or no?"

She let out a shaky breath, her hands bracing against the wall for balance.

"Ah... but... explore what exactly?" Her words were broken, barely audible as her ass instinctively pressed closer to my hand.

"We’ll figure that out tonight," I said, my tone dark with promise, my fingers moving faster around her pussy now, drawing out those delicious little sounds from her lips.

"Ahh—ohhh..." Her head tilted back, and her body trembled beneath my touch. "But... it’s kind of hard at night because my h-husband... he’ll be there..."

The words hit me like a challenge, and without hesitation, I pushed deeper inside her hole, my fingers curling inside her walls. Her body arched, her weight lifting onto her toes as her chest pressed hard against the wall.

"Ahhh!" she gasped, her voice loud and uninhibited.

I growled softly, my lips licking against her ear. "Did you just say no to me?" My pace quickened, relentless, as if her answer depended on the pleasure wracking her body.

"N-no... I will com...come... please... stop... ahhh!" Her voice cracked, her fingers curling tightly against the wall as her body shivering. The sensations overwhelmed her, leaving her utterly at my mercy.

Her juices coated my hand, warm and slick, dripping down her trembling thighs and pooling on the floor. It was raw, shameless, and purely us—caught in a moment that neither of us cared to hide.

In that instant, nothing else mattered but the way her body surrendered to mine, the way she let me take her over the edge again and again.

The world moved around us in a blur, people passing by, some barely sparing us a glance, others pausing just long enough to smirk or whisper. The air was thick with the kind of tension that made bystanders either intrigued or scandalized.

A woman in a tight black dress walked by, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she took in the way I had her pinned. "He’s dominating her openly," she murmured, her tone dripping with something sultry, as if she enjoyed the show a little too much.

The man beside her chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Yeah... lucky guy." His eyes lingered on us for a beat longer before moving along.

"She’s married, though," another voice cut in, this time from a brunette who leaned into her friend. "I’ve seen her husband."

The man with her let out a low whistle. "Damn… she’s having some cheeky time here, then."

I smirked, barely acknowledging their words, but she stiffened against me, her breath hitching. My fingers curled slightly rubbing and sliding on her labia. A silent reminder that nothing else mattered except what was happening between us.

"Let them talk," I murmured against her ear, my lips sucking her flushed skin.

"Ahh..huhh.." She let out a soft, breathless laugh.

The brunette scoffed, still watching us. "I bet she’s the type who craves this kind of attention."

Her friend snickered. "Or maybe she just craves him."

I finally turned my head just enough to meet the man’s gaze. "You’d be surprised what she craves," I said smoothly, my fingers tightening possessively on Lyra’s ass.

The woman in black bit her lip, looking far too entertained. "Well, don’t stop on our account."

I smirked. "Wasn’t planning to."

Lyra shivered against me, her body betraying just how much she enjoyed the thrill of being seen, of being wanted. The whispers continued, the world kept moving, but we were caught in our own moment—one neither of us wanted to end.

"So, you’ll come, right?" My voice was low, teasing, as my fingers worked faster, plunging deep inside her, dragging out every delicious sound from her lips.

"Y-yes... I will come... ahhh..." she gasped, her body trembling against me.

"Good girl," I murmured, my left arm wrapping around her chest, pulling her tighter against me, while my right hand stayed exactly where it belonged—between her legs, stroking, claiming, controlling.

Her head fell back against my shoulder, and I took my chance, pressing my lips to the soft skin of her neck, tasting the heat rising beneath my touch. My mouth trailed lower, my tongue flicking over her pulse before I moved to her shoulder, grazing my teeth against it.

A slow smirk played on my lips as I teased, "Be a good woman for me, okay?"

She barely had time to react before I slipped my fingers under the thin strap of her dress, dragging it down her shoulder, exposing her boobs to everyone. My touch followed, palms groping over her boobs, her breath hitching at the contact.

"I am your woman, Austin... ahh..." Her voice was breathless, her face flushed a deep shade of red, but her smile was radiant, filled with something between desire and surrender as I fondled her hard.

"Arghh fuck yeah baby.." I groaned, her words igniting something deeper in me. My fingers found her nipples, rolling and pinching, making her squirm.

"So," I whispered against her ear, my voice dripping with dark amusement. "How will you come?"

"I’ll put sleeping pills in his drink and sneak out," she panted, her voice shaky yet filled with a mischievous edge.

The thought alone seemed to send a thrill through her, making her back arch against me, her insides clenching around my fingers as she teetered on the edge of her climax. The danger, the secrecy—it only made her burn hotter.

"Aaye… now that’s my babe," I murmured, my lips curving into a smirk as I pinched her clitoris, just to hear that sweet little gasp.

"Ahh… heheh…" she moaned, her body jerking in response.

I leaned in, my breath warm against her ear. "So, would you like to cum now?"

"Oh, hell yeah…" she moaned, her voice breathy, desperate.

That was all the permission I needed. My fingers moved faster than ever, relentless and precise, pushing her over the edge. At the same time, I caught her lips in a deep kiss from behind as I finger fucked her, swallowing her gasps, her moans, her surrender.

"Ahh..yeah...cumming..ahhh.." She broke against me with a shudder, her body trembling as her climax ripped through her. A strangled cry escaped her lips, muffled by my mouth, as her pussy clenched around my fingers one last time before finally releasing.

Her legs gave out, and she sank to the floor, her chest rising and falling in rapid, breathless pants. I watched her, completely wrecked, completely mine, and smirked in satisfaction.

The faint hum of quiet chatter mixed with the soft clink of cutlery as we stood there.

A sexy, bold waitress approached us, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She had a confident, almost playful smile on her face as she stopped in front of us. "Excuse me, mister…"

I turned at the sound of her voice, my attention briefly drifting from Lyra. My eyes traveled up from the waitress’s heels to her thighs, to her large chest and then to her eyes, glinting with a mixture of professionalism and mischief.

She looked past me, her gaze dropping to Lyra who was still on the ground, looking tired and still catching her breath. The waitress paused for a brief second, a flicker of surprise crossing her face, but her smile remained intact.

"Breakfast has started, you can go and eat in the lounge," she said, her tone smooth, as if nothing unusual had happened.

I nodded, offering her a brief smile. "Okay, we’ll be there in a minute."

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I turned back to Lyra, who was still lying on the floor, her dress a little ruffled. I offered my hand to her, my fingers outstretched, waiting for her to take it.

She looked at my hand for a moment, her lips curving into a playful pout. Her eyes were a mixture of teasing and defiance as she slowly raised an eyebrow.

I smiled at her, unable to hide my amusement. "Come on, don’t be shy now."

She sighed dramatically, but I could see the glimmer of affection in her eyes. "Fine, but you’re going to regret this later," she muttered as she reluctantly took my hand.

I pulled her up gently, helping her straighten herself. She fixed her dress with a swift motion, smoothing out the wrinkles.

"You look perfect as always," I said with a grin, though my tone was lighthearted.

She rolled her eyes, though the slight flush on her cheeks betrayed her. "Let’s just go eat, alright?"

Together, we walked into the lounge, where a lavish breakfast buffet awaited. I couldn’t help but hum to myself as I filled my plate with a variety of dishes. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mixed with warm pastries and sizzling bacon was almost intoxicating.

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Lyra, on the other hand, sat across from me, cross-legged and looking more at me than the food in front of her. I caught her gaze a few times, and each time, she looked like she was about to say something but held back.

Eventually, she couldn’t contain herself any longer. "I’m going to kill you for doing all that to me," she said, her voice a mix of mock annoyance and something deeper.

I laughed softly, reaching across the table to pat her head, ruffling her hair lightly. "It’s okay, Lyra," I said, my tone teasing but genuine. "You know you liked it."

She narrowed her eyes, her pout deepening as she looked at me. "You’re lucky you’re so cute," she muttered, but the edge in her voice softened as she reached for a fork.

I winked at her, taking another bite of my food. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

She snorted, rolling her eyes as she finally gave in and started eating. The tension between us was still there, but there was an ease to it now.

And so we ate, teasing, laughing, and sharing a moment of quiet intimacy amidst the buzz of the breakfast crowd around us.