Read Novel Full Chapter 657: Freya’s Swollen Pussy
Chapter 657: Freya’s Swollen Pussy
"I can’t move that much," Freya said, her voice dripping with faux innocence as she gestured to her swollen belly. Her gaze flicked down to my lap—where my cock was still exposed, still throbbing, still hard—before meeting my eyes again, her expression a challenge. The air between us crackled with something electric, something forbidden.
I swallowed hard, my voice strained but steady. "Don’t worry, sister Freya... I’ll pick it up."
The words hung in the air, and I could feel the shift in the room. Emily, Suzy, and Nancy all heard it—their heads turning slightly, their eyes flicking toward me as I moved. I sank to my knees, the cool floor pressing against them as I reached for the spoon. It was right there, just within reach—
And then I saw it.
Freya’s legs were spread wide beneath the table, her dress hitched up to reveal the obscene glisten of her swollen pussy lips. The sight hit me like a punch to the gut—her folds were puffy and flushed, dripping with arousal, the musky scent of her cunt filling my nostrils.
A thick bead of her juices rolled down her slit, catching on the dark pink of her entrance before dripping onto the chair beneath her.
My cock throbbed painfully, pre-cum leaking down my shaft as I knelt there, frozen. The spoon was forgotten. The world has forgotten. All I could see was her—all I could smell was her heat.
Then I heard her thoughts, smug and taunting: [Look at him... so desperate. His cock is leaking like a broken faucet. I bet he’d cum in his pants if I just—]
That was it. The last straw.
I lunged forward, my hands gripping her thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints in her soft flesh. The table jostled, plates rattling, but I didn’t give a fuck. My mouth crashed against her pussy like a starving man at a feast.
The first lick was filthy—flat-tongued, from her dripping entrance all the way up to her clit, gathering every drop of her slick arousal. Freya’s back arched violently, her fingers clawing at the tablecloth.
I didn’t stop.
My tongue speared between her lips, fucking into her cunt like a miniature cock. She was dripping, her walls clenching around my tongue as I lapped at her, my nose buried against her clit. The taste of her exploded on my tongue—sweet and salty and addictive, like the most forbidden sin.
"Nnngh—!!" Freya’s hips bucked against my face, her thighs trembling. I pulled back just enough to breathe, my lips shiny with her juices, then dove back in.
This time I focused on her clit—circling it with the tip of my tongue before flicking it hard, again and again, like I was trying to write my name on it.
Her taste was everywhere—coating my tongue, dripping down my chin. I could hear the wet, obscene sounds of my mouth working her, the slurping and sucking filling the space beneath the table. Freya’s breath came in ragged gasps, her pregnant belly rising and falling rapidly as I devoured her.
"Hmmmm.." Her fingers tangled in my hair, trying to push me away even as her hips ground against my face, begging for more.
I grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her slightly off the chair to get better access, my tongue delving deeper. Her cunt was pulsing now, her thighs slick with her arousal, her juices coating my entire mouth. I could feel her getting closer—her muscles tensing, her breath hitching—
"Aaaaaah—!"
Freya’s cry was sharp and desperate, her body jerking as I pulled back suddenly, leaving her on the precipice. Her pussy was gaping slightly, her clit swollen and glistening, her thighs trembling violently.
That’s when I heard the chairs scrape above us.
"What happened?!" Emily’s voice was sharp with concern.
Freya’s eyes widened in panic, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "I-it’s nothing!" she stammered, her voice high and unnatural. "Jack just... put his knees on my legs by mistake!"
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my chin still glistening with her, my cock harder than it had ever been. The taste of her lingered on my tongue as I climbed back into my seat, adjusting my still-exposed cock beneath the table.
Emily was still frowning. "Jack, be careful! My sister is pregnant! We can’t let her get hurt!"
Freya’s legs were still trembling, her dress barely covering the mess I’d made of her. "It’s okay..." she managed, her voice still breathy. "I know it’s not his fault..."
Emily’s eyes narrowed. "Jack, you haven’t found the spoon yet. What are you doing?"
I grabbed the fucking spoon from the floor and handed it to Freya, my fingers still sticky with her pussy’s juices. "Sister Freya... your spoon."
Freya took it, her fingers brushing against mine. Her eyes burned into me, a silent promise: This isn’t over.
And fuck, I hoped it wasn’t.
Because I could still taste her on my tongue—sweet, musky, addictive—and my cock ached with the need for more.
I shifted in my seat, tucking my still-hard cock back into my pants with a quiet hiss. The fabric brushed against the sensitive head, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me. Freya’s eyes followed the movement, her lips parted slightly, her breath still uneven.
Her thoughts were a whirlwind of shock and dark curiosity: [Hm... how can he be so good at licking pussy?] Her mental voice was a mix of awe and frustration.
[I thought he’d just cum directly on the floor the second he saw me up close... but no. He devoured me. Like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.]
I could feel her gaze burning into me, her mind racing. Then, her eyes flicked to Emily, who was still chatting with Suzy and Nancy, oblivious to the storm brewing beside her.
Freya’s thoughts took a sharper turn: [It must be Emily...] Her mental voice was laced with something darker—jealousy, maybe, or possessive curiosity. [She must have taught him this. That innocent look she has... but she’s got him trained, doesn’t she? Hm...] Her eyes narrowed slightly, her fingers tapping restlessly against the table.
[I wonder how many times she’s made him do that to her. How many times she’s had his tongue buried inside her while she moaned his name...]
A flicker of something hot and possessive flared in her gaze as she looked back at me. [I’ll have to find out for myself.] Her smirk returned, slower this time, more dangerous. [And maybe... teach him a few things I like.]
The air between us was thick with unspoken promises, with the weight of what had just happened—and what was still to come. Freya’s legs shifted slightly beneath the table, her thighs pressing together as if she could still feel my tongue on her.
Emily laughed at something Suzy said, her voice bright and unaware, while Nancy’s eyes flicked between Freya and me, her cheeks flushed with curiosity.
Freya leaned in just slightly, her voice a whisper only I could hear: "You’re mine first, Jack~..." Her fingers brushed against my thigh under the table, her touch light but possessive. "And I’m not done with you yet."
My cock twitched in response, my body betraying me again. Freya’s smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
This wasn’t just a game anymore.
It was a war.