CHAPTER 58: DOING INTERESTING STUFF INSIDE THE CARRIAGE (R-18)

It wasn’t just about physical satisfaction — there was something else here. Something in the way she focused entirely on him, in the way she poured herself into the act as though it were both gift and claim.

When she finally eased back, her lips curved into a sly, satisfied smile. She rested one hand lightly on his thigh, looking up at him with that dangerous mix of innocence and provocation that could unravel any man.

"Well," she said softly, her voice still carrying that teasing lilt, "that was just one part of your surprise."

Xavier’s brow arched, his breathing still uneven. "One part...?"

"Mhm." She straightened slowly, her body brushing against his as she rose, leaning in close until her lips nearly touched his ear. "I told you... I have another surprise for you."

The way she said it sent a shiver down his spine, not because of the words themselves, but because of the promise woven into them. He could feel the heat of her breath on his skin, the faintest brush of her lips before she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other — the carriage rocking gently beneath them, the rest of the world still far away. Then, without breaking eye contact, she settled into her seat, crossing her legs with slow elegance, her expression unreadable except for the faint glimmer in her eyes.

Xavier’s heart was still pounding, but he smiled faintly. "You’re interesting, Seraphina."

She tilted her head slightly, as though weighing the truth in that statement. "Mmmhn."

The words hung between them, heavy and charged, until the sound of the carriage wheels filled the space again.

And Xavier knew — whatever that "other surprise" was, he was already hooked.

The carriage rumbled gently along the cobblestone path, the soft creak of wheels and the distant clip-clop of horses providing a rhythmic backdrop to the heated intimacy unfolding within. The dim light filtering through the curtained windows cast a warm, golden glow over their bodies, highlighting the sheen of sweat on Seraphina’s skin and the taut lines of Xavier’s muscles.

She knelt between his legs, her gown hiked up slightly, her eyes locked on his glistening length, still hard and throbbing despite her earlier efforts. The taste of him lingered on her tongue, a salty reminder of the blowjob she’d given him, and a fresh wave of desire pooled between her thighs.

"You’re still hard..." Seraphina murmured, her voice a sultry whisper laced with awe and a hint of challenge.

She reached out, her fingers tracing the prominent veins along his cock, feeling them pulse under her touch like living rivers of heat.

"Even after all my efforts, you didn’t cum." Her lustful thoughts swirled—how could he hold back like this? It only made her want him more, to break that control, to feel him shatter inside her mouth.

"This feels nice inside my throat," she added, her voice dropping to a teasing purr as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the underside of his shaft, slow and deliberate.

The salty tang exploded on her taste buds, sending a shiver down her spine, her core clenching with need. Without breaking eye contact, she took him into her mouth once more, her lips wrapping around him tightly as she began to bob her head, her hand stroking the base in perfect sync.

The combination was electric—the wet slide of her mouth, the firm grip of her fingers pumping him rhythmically, teasing every inch.

Xavier groaned, his head tipping back against the carriage seat, the plush cushions cradling him as he watched her on her knees, so submissive yet commanding in her desire.

It felt so good, the sight of her like this—her elegant form reduced to raw hunger, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her hand twisting gently with each stroke. His hips bucked slightly, the pleasure building like a storm, his thoughts consumed by how perfectly she fit him, how her mouth was a velvet heaven designed just for him.

Then, surprising him, Seraphina pushed forward, taking him deeper, her throat relaxing as she deepthroated him fully.

She held him there, her nose brushing his abdomen, for what felt like an eternity—two minutes straight this time around, her gag reflex controlled through sheer will, her eyes watering but burning with triumph. The tightness was unbearable, her throat contracting around him like a warm, pulsing vice.

"Fuck!" Xavier groaned out in pleasure, his voice raw and guttural, his hands fisting the seat cushions as waves of ecstasy crashed through him.

This time, she lasted even longer than before, pushing past the minute mark from her previous blowjob , her determination fueling the act. He couldn’t hold back; the sensation overwhelmed him, and with a deep, primal grunt, he came, spilling hot and thick directly into her throat.

Seraphina swallowed everything eagerly, her throat working around him as she milked every drop, the act sending aftershocks through her own body. She pulled back slowly, licking her lips with a satisfied smile, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in soft pants.

Standing up, she felt the heat between her legs intensify, her panties damp with arousal. "Look... sucking you inside this carriage has made me hot and craving for you inside me..."

With a wicked glint in her eyes, she raised her gown, the fabric whispering against her skin as it bunched at her waist. Her fingers hooked into her panties, pulling them aside to reveal her slick, pink folds, glistening with need. She straddled him on the seat, guiding his still-hard dick to her entrance, the tip brushing her clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Slowly, she sank down, inch by inch, until he was buried fully inside her.

"Damn..." Xavier groaned, his hands finding her hips, feeling her delicious pussy clench around him like a perfect, warm sheath.

"When did you become this slutty?" The thought raced through his mind—her transformation from poised viscountess to this insatiable woman was intoxicating, making his cock twitch inside her, the lustful pull of her body drawing him deeper into the abyss of desire.

"Ahn~" Seraphina moaned, her tongue sticking out slightly in ecstasy as Xavier’s thick dick filled her completely, stretching her walls in that exquisite way that made her toes curl.

The fullness was overwhelming, a burning satisfaction that chased away any remnants of emptiness. She began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding down to feel every ridge of him against her sensitive spots.

Xavier’s hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, his lips finding her neck as he nipped gently, tasting the salt of her skin.

"You’re making a lot of noise, Seraphina... what if the rider hears you?" he teased, his voice a low rumble against her ear, his breath hot and sending shivers down her spine. The carriage jostled slightly, adding to the thrill, the risk of being overheard heightening the lust thrumming between them.

Seraphina paused, her cheeks flushing deeper, but a playful spark lit her eyes. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a delicate handkerchief, and stuffed it into her mouth as a gag, muffling her moans.

"Hold it in place, Xavier, while you fuck me hard," she managed around the fabric, her voice muffled but insistent. "I wouldn’t want the rider seeing me in a different light... like I’m some kind of slut."

Xavier nodded, a wicked smile curving his lips as he wrapped one hand over her mouth, pressing the handkerchief firmly in place, his other hand guiding her curvy waist.

He thrust up to meet her movements, the carriage rocking subtly with their rhythm, each slap of their bodies a quiet symphony of passion. Her muffled moans vibrated against his palm, her eyes locking with his in a gaze filled with raw need and affection.

"God, Phina, you’re so fucking hot like this," Xavier murmured, his voice thick with lust as he drove into her deeper, feeling her walls flutter around him. "Gagged and riding me in secret... but we both know you love being my slut. Admit it—deep down, you crave this, don’t you? The risk, the way I fill you up..."

She nodded frantically, her muffled whimpers growing more desperate as she bounced harder, her breasts pressing against his chest through her gown, nipples hard and begging for attention.

The handkerchief dampened with her saliva, her thoughts a whirlwind of lustful surrender—how could he read her so perfectly? The idea of being caught, of the rider overhearing her moans, only made her wetter, her pussy clenching tighter around him with every thrust.

"But you’re not just any slut," he continued, his hand sliding from her waist to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the fabric. "You’re mine. My beautiful, teasing Phina, who deepthroats me like a goddess and then begs for more. Tell me... how does it feel, having me so deep while we pretend to be proper?"

Her eyes rolled back slightly, the gag muffling her response into a series of needy hums, but she ground down harder, her hips circling to grind her clit against him.