[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant) Chapter 91: Consequences

I’m still shaking from my orgasm when I feel Bael’s tongue again.

Not stopping.

Not giving a second to recover.

Just continuing like my body didn’t just fall apart, like I didn’t just cum from nothing but his mouth on my ass.

And the sensation is...

God.

It’s too much.

I’m oversensitive and trembling and I’ve never felt anything like this before, never even knew this was sothing people did, and the fact that Bael is doing it, that he’s on his knees behind with his face buried in my ass like he wants to be there...

My eyes are actually watering.

From the pleasure, from the intensity, from the overwhelming realization that he’s doing this for .

His tongue presses deeper, fucking into now with deliberate intent, and I’m making sounds I wouldn’t make if I had any control left.

High and broken and desperate.

Sounds that should embarrass but don’t because I’m too far gone to care.

Too lost in the feeling of his tongue inside , opening up, preparing .

My fingers scrabble against the desk, trying to find sothing to hold on to, trying to ground myself.

But there’s nothing.

Just the relentless pleasure of Bael’s tongue and the knowledge that this is happening, that this is real, that he’s choosing to do this.

Then his tongue is gone.

Pulled away suddenly, leaving empty and aching.

And before I can process the loss, before I can even catch my breath, I feel the blunt pressure of his cock against my hole.

No warning.

No pause.

Just one deep, fast thrust that buries him completely inside .

I cum again.

Imdiately.

I can’t help it.

My body was already wound too tight, already too sensitive, and the feeling of him filling so suddenly, so perfectly, is too much.

I’m cumming while he’s still pressing in, my whole body clenching around him, vision whiting out for the second ti in as many minutes.

His hand wraps around my neck.

Not squeezing.

Just resting there.

A reminder.

"Careful," he whispers, voice low and dangerously calm against my ear. "Shen Rui is right outside. Try not to let him hear how well you take ."

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

My hands fly to my mouth, covering it, trying to muffle the sounds I’m still making.

Shen Rui is right outside.

He probably heard everything already.

Probably knows exactly what’s happening in here.

But Bael doesn’t wait for to process that.

Doesn’t give ti to be mortified.

His hand presses more firmly against my neck, holding in place, and he pulls out almost completely.

Then slams back in.

Hard.

Deep.

So deep I feel him everywhere.

I barely manage to keep my moan quiet, barely manage to keep the sound behind my hand instead of echoing through the office.

My brain is trying to think about Shen Rui, about who might have heard, about how humiliating this is going to be later.

But I can’t.

Can’t think about anything except the feeling of Bael driving into over and over, hitting that spot inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.

His hand on my neck keeps exactly where he wants .

The other grips my waist, holding in place so I can’t move, can’t escape the relentless rhythm he’s setting.

Deep thrusts that barely give ti to breathe between them.

Each one forcing sounds out of that I’m desperately trying to muffle.

Each one making my whole body shake.

I’m still covering my mouth with both hands now, trying so hard to stay quiet, but it’s impossible.

The sounds are escaping anyway.

Muffled moans and whimpers and broken attempts at his na.

This feels too good.

Better than it should.

Better than anything has a right to feel.

And I can feel another orgasm building already, impossible as that seems.

My body tightening again, pleasure coiling at the base of my spine, spreading outward with each thrust.

Bael’s rhythm changes.

Faster and harder now.

Less controlled than before, like he’s chasing sothing, like he’s close too.

His grip on my neck tightens slightly.

His fingers dig into my waist hard enough to bruise.

And then he’s speaking again, voice rough but still low, still commanding.

"Quiet," he growls softly against my ear. "I want to feel you cum on my cock again before I fill you."

He slams into one more ti and stays there.

Deep.

So deep I can’t tell where I end and he begins.

I feel him pulse inside , feel the heat of him filling , and that’s what pushes over the edge again.

My third orgasm crashes through while Bael is still cumming, while I can feel him swelling, stretching impossibly wider.

Knotting.

Oh god, he’s knotting .

Locking us together right here in his office in the middle of the afternoon with Shen Rui outside and anyone could walk in and we can’t separate, can’t move, can’t do anything but stay exactly like this.

Tied together.

I’m shaking so hard I would collapse if Bael wasn’t holding up.

If his hands weren’t on my neck and waist, keeping upright, keeping pressed against the desk.

If his cock wasn’t buried so deep inside that I can feel every pulse, every twitch, every wave of his orgasm.

My hands are still over my mouth but I’m not making sounds anymore.

Can’t.

Don’t have the breath for it.

Just trembling and oversensitive and completely overwheld by everything that just happened.

By the fact that we just did this.

Here.

Now.

Where anyone could have heard.

Where Shen Rui definitely heard.

Bael’s hand moves from my neck to my shoulder, gentler now.

His breathing is rough against my back, not quite steady.

Neither of us moves.

We can’t move.

We’re physically locked together, his knot keeping us joined, and all I can think is...

What the fuck just happened?