Our Summer Is Not Over - vanish into fiction

It seemed Mia also realized it. Her neck and ears had become even redder than before.

“Do you understand now what kind of relationship we have?”

As Dylan pushed his hips in a little further, parting her entrance, a moan slipped from Mia’s lips.

“Uhn, hng…”

“Hmm?”

When she just shook her head without answering, Dylan stared off into the air and let out a long sigh. Sweat had beaded up on his forehead.

The moment that sweat trickled down his cheek, Dylan thrust deep inside Mia.

“Ah, hnngh…!”

As he spread her hips, her entrance, opened to its limit, was revealed. He slowly traced around it, pressing her for an answer.

The sensation of him reaching deeper than before left Mia unable to collect herself, and she only kept shaking her head, unable to answer. It almost seemed as if she didn’t even understand Dylan’s question.

Dylan swept back Mia’s disheveled hair and pressed even closer, whispering into her ear.

“What is our relationship?”

With the relentless tightness squeezing him, Dylan’s brow furrowed hard. Gasping for breath, he rubbed his lips against her ear. Only then did Mia seem to come to her senses and managed to answer.

“Husband… and wife. We’re, nnnh, married.”

Amid ragged breaths and soft moans, Mia finally gave the answer he wanted. Only then did a faint smile appear on Dylan’s lips.

“Don’t forget that from now on.”

As if to punish her for what had displeased him earlier, he ground his hips slowly, stimulating her from within.

Before long, Mia reached her peak once again, her body trembling pitifully. Watching her, Dylan pressed kisses over and over onto her shoulder.

* * *

She still didn’t know what had made Dylan angry, but one thing was clear in Mia’s mind. She mustn’t step forward and say unnecessary things from now on.

As the sharp sensations struck her from inside, Mia twisted her body, and Dylan pressed firmly against her waist.

“Hnng.”

Her stomach was already pressed against the desk, and with his weight on top of that, the pressure inside grew even more intense.

She couldn’t breathe.

His fully sheathed length felt burning hot, as if it would scorch her. With every exhale, only more heat poured out from within.

“Haaah— Mmmh…!”

He wasn’t moving roughly, but just the feel of his hot hands running over her body was enough to make Mia shiver with pleasure. Unable to help herself, she pleaded with the slowly moving Dylan.

“Not… so slow… please, ah, nn…”

She wanted to feel the pleasure she’d experienced before, once more. But for some reason, Dylan didn’t give her what she wanted, he only leisurely teased her insides, taking his time.

Up until just a moment ago, he’d been so angry he couldn’t even hide his expression. So how was he controlling himself now?

With pleasure building up, stars danced before her eyes.

“Please…”

Even as she begged again, Dylan barely responded. Only then did Mia realize it—this was how Dylan expressed his anger, and his anger hadn’t yet faded.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

When she admitted her fault, Dylan scratched her most sensitive spot with just the right amount of pressure. That alone made things feel a little easier.

“Mia.”

“Mm… mmh.”

“Between husband and wife, don’t say such cold things again. Understand?”

In her dazed mind, Mia managed a single clear thought.

Her suggestion hadn’t pleased Dylan.

He still wasn’t thinking of letting anyone else get close to him.

Ironically, realizing that brought her a faint sense of relief.

It was a kind of relief she’d never felt before. How strange, to feel at ease because of Dylan’s anger.

But those thoughts didn’t last long, not with Dylan’s languid movements. As Mia shivered and trembled, Dylan pressed his face into the nape of her neck and let out a slow breath.

His ticklish exhale made her tense up. His low groan brushed across Mia’s ear.

Every time their soaked fluids met and rubbed together, obscene sounds echoed at their joining.

“Uhn… ah… hng…”

The slow, building stimulation brought a sharp pleasure that made her head spin. The hot breaths spilling from both of them filled the office.

In that instant, the tip of Dylan’s tip slammed right into her cervix.

“Ah, aangh…!”