Chapter 224: Chapter 224

Chapter 224

~Sex Starvation~

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” she ordered Ken, sat up, and pulled his head from her vagina.

“What!” he groaned, his tongue still stuck out and ready to lick up her wet vagina, if possible bury it therein till the break of dawn.

He wanted to bring his head down to her vagina to continue and she closed her thighs, placed her hands on her vagina; assuring him it wasn’t going to be possible anymore. Her frown held. Her erect nipple fell.

“Don’t you love to be licked?” he asked, scowled at her , his breath whistling at her troubled face, and erect penis daring to take action.

She kept mute and only frowned at him.

“What is it, darling?” he asked this time gently, and anxious to know her reason for stopping him and covering her vagina as though in it was buried the egg of a dragon. He came up to her, held her face to figure out what the problem was ; if she would prefer to be sucked on the nipples rather on the vagina; if sucking and kissing her neck and ears were the zones for her G-spot. He wanted to know.

And she wondered if Ken wanted her to tell him. She was seeing Teddy in her head, in place of him; that the person kissing , smooching and about to lick up her vagina wasn’t the Ken she said , “I do” at the altar few days ago but Teddy; that a few night ago, in the same room, at the same spot, a total stranger ; whose unborn child she was carrying bent her to the edge , pounded his penis into her vagina so ruggedly that if vagina were breakable she would have lost hers. Not only did he ravage her vagina, but also he sucked on it with lion-hunger and meanness that her waist was locked for days after. Stigma!

“Talk to me, baby! Talk to me!” Ken hollered out of impatience.

“I am not in the mood for this,” she replied, still having her hand on her vagina and wondering if that penis of his was ever going to lose erection. Indeed she knew he wanted her madly and she was hurting him now.

“What do you mean?” he queried, swallowed hard, and feeling like telling her how that decision of hers was going to affect him now or later. “Is there something about my style of sex you don’t like?” he asked, brought his nose to his armpit, “Don’t I smell nice? Are you irritated in any way?” he asked further, shooting his frown into her face and following the movement of her lips which was about uttering something.

She snorted instead and rolled her eyes.

“Come on go on, talk to me. I am all ears,” Ken insisted, winking impatiently and drifting closer to her to ensure he was going to get all she would say.

“I –“she stroked her hair, confused, she managed to say, “I am pregnant, most times things turn this sore for couples. I enjoyed the kiss, touch, even your hold but I lost interest when you made an approach to my pussy. I don’t just feel like fucking tonight, trust me.”

“Meaning?” Ken asked, stroking her hair, and noticing she was trembling and drifting her hand farther away. You look troubled and uncertain: he intoned, “What is the problem? I would fain want to know why my wife is suddenly losing interest in sex…”

She snorted, bowed her head in shame and replied, “Kate is in her late twenties now. You can imagine the years that had gone by only for me to be pregnant again. I have lost the chemistry of pregnancy that is unique and common to me. I am having strange bodily reaction that I can’t fathom , so losing interest in sex could be part of it,” she replied, bit her lower lip and gazed at him, wondering what would be his reaction especially now his face had molded into a grin

“Then you must be feeling sick or something,” he brought the back of his palms on her brow and neck, “But you are not running temperature. Don’t you think at dawn we should go to the hospital and see the do color? I don’t want anything to happen to my baby in your womb?”

“Hell no, darling,” Mrs. Fanny protested, “Trust me when I tell you I am fine,” she shyly played with the hem of the bed spread and then raised her face to say, “I forgot to tell you it happened to me during the pregnancy for Kate. I denied Fanny sex for fifteen months ,” she grinned feeling guilty for telling yet another lie, “At the time Fanny was almost mad at me. Every night he craved to devour me in ecstasy to lick me up , to pound my wet pussy so deep and engaging that would make me bellow for more. But I bounced him back, avoided him like leprosy and let him starving and dried.”

She was delighted now, as she could see Ken pulling up a smiling face.

“I could imagine what happened after you put to bed,” Ken said, kept at his smile and stroked his penis that had long refused to lose erection.

She shut her eyes and nodded, “Oh my goose!” she exclaimed. “Our first sex after I put to bed was grace and adventure. we had fucked in almost all the nooks and crannies of the house,”

Each time she spoke, she noticed his penis pumped and jerked in reaction and she wondered if it would be wise to put an end to any sexual talk at the moment, since she wasn’t going to offer her body to calm down his urge.

Ken didn’t allow her to finish her statement; he crawled out of the bed, squeezed into his night robe.

“Where are you off to? she asked curiously.

He rolled his eyes in the space. “I just want to smoke at the balcony.”

“I hope you are not mad at me?” she asked coldly.

He clamped a packet of cigar ignored her and walked away…