"Enjoying yourself?" Wesker's voice entered her ears as she tried to pull away, his length still sitting hot in her mouth, saliva coating her lips as she mumbled around his thickness. But before his length could escape her lips, his grip tightened like a vice in her hair.
"Don't stop now," he commanded, his voice low and drowsy from pleasure or sleep none knew.
His cock throbbed inside the warmth of her mouth, her tongue still coiled around him, whimpering, making him groan.
"You wouldn't want Alicia to find this out, would you?"
Her eyes went wide with terror at the suggestion. The thought of Alicia discovering another of her hideous secrets made her stomach clench with fear of losing her even more than she already had.
He didn't need to elaborate further that her mouth began to move again, desperate to please him and escape his grasp as quickly as possible. Her tongue worked frantically along his shaft while her lips created a tight seal around his girth.
Mmmmp~ Gkh
She choked slightly as she took him deeper, tears pricking her eyes from the strain on her throat.
"You're good at this," He praised, his half-woken gaze staring into her eyes as she worked. "Your husband… what was his name again?... right, Steven. He was a lucky man."
The crude compliment made her cheeks burn with humiliation, but her folds clenched and leaked even more arousal onto his thighs, only adding to the embarrassment.
He smirked, but didn't probe further, knowing full well what she had wanted for the past week, but he didn't act on it sooner; first, he was busy securing the base, second, what Nick tried to do with Carley just made him hate Madison and Alicia.
So he waited, letting her make the first move, all so he could punish her for it.
Minutes passed as she pleasured him with increasing desperation, her jaw clenching from the stretch. But when his breathing remained steady and controlled, she realized her mouth wouldn't be enough.
"Get on top," he ordered, finally releasing her hair. "Neither of us wants to wait for the others to get back."
Madison pulled off him with a wet pop, gasping for air as saliva dropped from her chin. "Hah Hah Wesker, please—"
"Or we can wait."
The words cut through her protests. With trembling hands, eyes averted to the side, she gathered her coral sundress, tying it to her waist. Her soaked pink panties clung to her folds.
She positioned herself over his thick length, moving her panties out of the way with her fingers, her face burning with embarrassment. The head of his cock parted her slick lips as she slowly sank onto him.
Aaahn~
The cry tore from her throat as he stretched her walls. She hadn't been with anyone since Steven, and Wesker was much larger than her late husband.
"That's a great view," he complimented, watching her face contort with the mix of pain and pleasure. "You could've asked me if you wanted this."
"Shut up," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction. Her walls were already adjusting to his size, her arousal easing his path.
She began to move, lifting her hips before sinking back down with soft moans always at her lips, waiting to be released with each thrust.
Mmm~
The sensation was overwhelming, guilt and shame twisting together with the heat in her core, like rising winds on the verge of becoming a storm.
Wesker's hands reached her hips, fingers digging into the supple flesh, guiding her movements. Her hands rested on his chest, nails digging deep as she moaned over him. "I never imagined you to be this… slutty."
Hnnng~
"D-Don't say that," she whimpered, but her pace increased despite her embarrassment. The humiliation only seemed to fuel her heat, her body responding eagerly to his words.
Her breasts bounced beneath her dress with each movement, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she rode with him, increasing in fervor.
"You love this, don't you?" he pressed, watching her face flush with shame and desire. "Being used. Being out of control. You're practically dripping on me."
Ngh~
"Ahn No, I—Aaahn." Her denial was cut off by a particularly deep thrust that hit something inside her that made her see stars.
Oh god! Hnnng~
Wesker's hand slid from her hip up to her waist, his grip firm and possessive. Without warning, he shifted and flipped their positions in one swift motion, pinning her beneath his wide frame and onto the rumpled sheets.
Ah!
She yelped at the sudden change, her back pressed against the mattress as he loomed over her.
His eyes settled between her spread thighs, his cock still buried deep inside her. The new angle made him feel even larger, stretching her beyond what she could handle.
Without breaking their connection, his hands found the thin shoulder straps of her coral sundress. He pulled them down her arms with deliberate slowness, exposing her breasts to the dim light flickering from the lamp.
Mmmh~
She whimpered as the cool air hit her heated skin, her nipples hardening into tight peaks.
The fabric of her dress now gathered at her waist from both directions, pushed up from below and pulled down from above, leaving her most intimate parts completely exposed to the hungry gaze.
Wesker began to move, his thrusts deep and controlled. Each stroke hit places inside her that made her arch off the bed, her hands fisting in the sheets beneath her.
Aaaaah~
Hnnng~
Her sounds grew more desperate as he found his rhythm; the wet sound of flesh meeting filled the quiet room.
His mouth descended to her exposed breast, tongue circling one hardened nipple before drawing it between his lips. The dual sensation of him sucking her breast while he pierced her made her cry out.
Ngh~
Oh god~
Mmm~
She let him use her body as he pleased, taking pleasure from the rough grip and the shameful thrusts, as her chest burned with more want. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper.
His pace increased, each thrust more fierce and wet than the last. The old bed creaked beneath them, but at the moment, she was beyond caring if someone heard
"Wesker! Aaahn~ I-I'm close—Hnng~"
Her walls began to flutter around him, the telltale signs of her approaching climax. He switched to her other breast, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as his pace became more erratic.
With a final deep stroke, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. His cock pulsed as he emptied himself, thick streams of cum filling her womb while he groaned against her breast, not from exhaustion, but from the pleasure coursing through him.
The sensation of his release triggered her own. Her back arched as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her folds clenching rhythmically around his shaft.
Finally, they collapsed together, both breathing hard in the aftermath. His weight pressed into the mattress as his length softened inside her; their mixed fluids began to leak from her exhausted body as both of them lost their consciousness to the relief.
—Present
Wesker stood in front of Alicia, his lips pressed against hers, his hand gripping one of her breasts, moulding it like dough. He pulled back abruptly, his fingers slipping away from her breast, his jaw tightening.
As images of Madison flashed in his mind—her body cowering beneath him, her eyes clouded with want, then the coldness that followed when instinct gave way to regret.
Only for her to carry that silence all through dinner, forcing him to cover for her absence with quick lies to Carley and Lilly. Of course, he'd handled it, but the bitter aftertaste he could still taste remained.
Tch! I should've been smarter with her. He clicked his tongue.
"Is something wrong?" Alicia's voice broke into his thoughts. She looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes.
He shook his head quickly, forcing a controlled calm back into his voice. "We should hurry up, we need to leave the farm before sun down"
The silence that followed was deafening and hurtful, making Alicia freeze where she stood, her face faltered as she turned away, fumbling for her t-shirt on the counter, her cheeks flushed scarlet. The rejection hit harder than she expected. She yanked the fabric over her chest with jerky movements, hiding the sting in her face.
"D-did I… do something?" Her voice came out trembling, low and cracked, as if bracing for humiliation.
Wesker exhaled at his own foolishness. He stepped forward, gently wrapping his arms around her waist. The touch wasn't lustful; it was comforting, warm, and steady. She stiffened at first, then went still, waiting.
"Not in the slightest," he said against her ear, his tone even more comforting than his touch. "I just don't want your first time to be surrounded by corpses and blood."
Alicia's breath caught. Her shoulders dropped, tension fading as her blush deepened—now mixed with embarrassing relief, and something softer she didn't have words for. She nodded, clutching the hem of her shirt, still unable to meet his eyes.
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