Our Summer Isn't Over Yet - Chapter 17

Mia seemed to know the truth as well, her neck and ears even redder than before.

“Do you understand what kind of relationship we have now?” Dylan pushed his hips in a little further, forcing his way into her opening, and a moan escaped her lips.

“Ugh, hng!”

“Huh?”

When she didn’t answer, shaking her head, Dylan stared into space and let out a long sigh. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

The moment the sweat trickled down his cheek, Dylan broke through Mia’s inner wall.

“Ah, hic…!”

Spreading her buttocks, he saw Mia’s vagina stretched to its limit. He slowly stroked around it, urging her to answer.

Mia, unable to come to her senses from the sensation of him entering deeper than before, just kept shaking her head, unable to give an answer. It almost seemed as if she didn’t understand Dylan’s question itself.

Dylan brushed back Mia’s scattered hair, while pressing his hips closer and whispering in her ear.

“What kind of relationship do we have?”

The pressure of her squeezing him tightly made Dylan’s brows furrow deeply as well. He breathed heavily, rubbing his lips against her ear. Only then did Mia seem to come to her senses and answer.

“Husband and wife, we’re husband and wife.”

Moans kept popping out between her ragged breaths, but Mia finally uttered the answer he wanted. Only then did a faint curve appear on Dylan’s lips.

“Don’t forget it in the future.”

As if punishing her for the unpleasantness earlier, he rotated his hips languidly, stimulating Mia’s insides.

Before long, Mia reached another climax, her body trembling pitifully. Dylan watched her and kept kissing her shoulder.

Mia didn’t know what had made Dylan angry, but the only thought that clearly settled in her mind was that she shouldn’t step forward and say anything in the future.

As she twisted her body from the vivid sensation assaulting her from the inside, Dylan pressed down hard on her waist.

“Hng.”

Since she was lying face down on the desk, her stomach was being pressed, and with his pressure added, even more force was applied inside.

She was suffocating.

The engorged member inside her was as hot as if it had been burned. With every breath she exhaled, only hot air escaped from within.

“Haah, ugh!”

He wasn’t moving much, but just the fact that he was stroking her body with his hot hands made her body excited, as if it liked it. Mia unknowingly pleaded with Dylan, who was moving very slowly.

“Slowly, hng, ugh, don’t.”

She wanted to experience the pleasure she had felt before again. But for some reason, Dylan didn’t listen to Mia. He just took his time, stirring up Mia’s insides.

He was clearly so angry that he couldn’t hide his expression just a moment ago, but how could he be so restrained like this?

The pleasure was building up, making her vision sparkle.

“Please!”

Even when she asked again, Dylan didn’t react. Only then did Mia realize. How he was expressing his anger, that his anger hadn’t been resolved yet.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

As soon as she confessed her mistake, Dylan scratched the itchy spot for her. That alone made her feel a little better.

“Mia.”

“Yes!”

“Don’t say such heartless things between husband and wife in the future. Understood?”

There was only one thought that Mia vaguely managed to form in her dazed mind.

That her suggestion hadn’t been welcome to Dylan.

That he still had no intention of having anyone else by his side.

Ironically, a faint sense of relief arose when she realized that fact.

A relief she had never felt before. It was strange that Dylan’s anger made her feel at ease.

But that thought didn’t last long. Because of Dylan’s languid movements. As Mia, who had been breathing raggedly, trembled, Dylan buried his face in her neck and let out a lazy breath.

The ticklish breath made her body tense up. His low moan dug into Mia’s ear.

The wet sounds created a chaotic noise every time friction occurred at the joint.

“Ugh, ah!”

The slow, layered stimulation created a pleasure that made her head tingle. The hot breaths coming from the two of them filled the office.

In an instant, the tip of his glans slammed into her cervix.

“Ah, ugh!”

Mia, who was holding documents in one hand and Dylan’s uniform in the other, struggled and dropped the documents. She reached out her empty hand to stop him. The moment she lost her balance and staggered, Dylan grabbed her outstretched hand and pulled her.

“D-deep, it’s deep.”

As a result, the insertion became deeper than before. Mia’s body trembled uncontrollably.

Dylan’s sweat dripped onto her back. Even that sensation felt pleasurable to Mia, who had become extremely sensitive.

“Stop, stop.”

It was almost painful.

Dylan slowly stroked Mia’s body, which was trembling out of control, and said. His voice somehow contained excitement and pleasure.

“Stop? When you like it this much.”

She had to answer that it wasn’t true, that she was just fulfilling the contract, but the thoughts running through her head were disorganized.

“Ah, wah, hng.”

Dylan’s neat desk had long been a mess. The uniform under Mia was not only crumpled, but also wet with the fluids Mia had shed.

Just as Mia’s eyes began to turn red with shame, Dylan pulled out his member that he had inserted inside.

Mia’s body trembled uncontrollably again.

“Ah, hng.”

Since he hadn’t pulled out even after climaxing, his whitish semen dripped from her vulva. Dylan gathered it up and pushed it in with his fingers.

Mia bit down hard on Dylan’s hand and asked.

“Is it, over, is it over?”

It was a question that arose because there wasn’t as much movement as in her shocking first experience.

Dylan pulled his finger out of Mia’s vulva. The whitish fluid seeped out, making it seem pointless that he had pushed it in. Mia slowly raised her body and turned to Dylan, who didn’t give an answer.

“Of course not.”

At the firm answer, Mia raised her eyes to meet Dylan’s.

Unlike her disheveled self, she saw that his upper body looked no different from usual.

“You’re, so fine, but why am I the only one.”

Seeing him so composed made her feel even more ashamed than before. It was a similar feeling to when she had first undressed in front of him.

She had held back her tears even when violence was inflicted, but for some reason, she wanted to cry now.

It was a strange feeling.

Whether he knew her feelings or not, he gave Mia’s flushed eyes a short kiss. Then, as if it were nothing, he continued.

“Mia, since the documents were ruined because of me, I think it would be better for me to do that work.”

The shame she had just felt was forgotten, and the low, scratchy voice was pleasant to listen to. When she stared at Dylan without answering, he lifted Mia’s legs and inserted his erect penis into her vulva again.

Mia’s lower body, which had been relaxed and loosened by several climaxes, easily accommodated his member without resistance.

“Ah!”

As she wriggled and squeezed the familiar penis, Dylan frowned.

Only for a moment did she see that expression, then Mia raised her hand and ruffled Dylan’s golden hair that had been neatly combed back. Only then did he seem to look somewhat similar to her.

Even the disheveled form was terribly beautiful.

‘Beautiful.’

Mia stared at him blankly. His deep blue eyes turned to Mia.

How could it not be beautiful when the terribly lonely and cold sea had such heat?

“Beautiful.”

Those were the words that came out when Mia touched Dylan’s eyes with her finger. It was a thick, low voice, but Mia was momentarily confused.

Did I just say those words out loud?

I don’t know. It didn’t matter who said it.

She grabbed Dylan’s shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. At the same time, his hands gripped Mia’s buttocks.

Mia, who was lifted up in an instant, clung to him as if she had been attached to the desk. Then, a vulgar word popped out of Dylan’s mouth.

After that, Mia didn’t remember how the situation unfolded.

The sensation of being lifted from below was unfamiliar, and she seemed to have demanded a kiss from Dylan to hide the moans that kept forcing their way out of her lips.

Then they moved to the small room connected to the office and rolled around without a break, and clung to each other for a long time in the small bathroom attached to it.

As Dylan had said, the chaotic intercourse continued for a long time.

Mia, who was preparing to go to the promised party, stared at her underwear-clad figure reflected in the mirror.

Her body, which had been overworked by Dylan for the past few days, was exposed.

She looked at him reflected behind her in the mirror and said briefly.

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