How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 239. Sweating (2)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
Annette tried to protest as Raphael licked his wet fingers, obscenely tasting her wetness. A small smile touched his lips.
“It doesn’t taste like sweat.”
Embarrassed, Annette involuntarily closed her eyes, and Raphael tenderly kissed her forehead. His fingers invaded her tight opening.
“It’s too small,” he whispered, his voice filled with desire. The complaint was the only sign of his impatience as he stroked her, his hard manhood rubbing against her thighs and leaving Annette almost beside herself.
At first, her tight inner walls had resisted his caresses, but now she was melting inside as he slid another finger in. Rough and calloused from handling a sword, he was stimulating her beyond endurance.
Her hips quivered, and Raphael pressed his hardness between her thighs as if he would slide into her that moment. Her opening was slick with her heady fluid as Raphael’s fingers found her favorite spot, stroking until she trembled. Wetness flowed between her legs as she sucked in a breath, trembling on the edge of a climax.
Raphael took his fingers away.
“I’m feeling a little anxious,” he murmured, as his manhood jerked, throbbing ferociously, and thrust it inside her.
Annette’s head jerked back as she shuddered, spasming inside.
“Did you want me to put it in you?” He whispered.
But she couldn’t answer. Her body was jerking, her toes curling, and Raphael clenched his jaw, lust filling his eyes. He wouldn’t be a man if her reaction to his touch didn’t thrill him, and he began to move faster, powering into her through her cl!max.
“Mmm, uh, st-stop…” Annette sobbed, trying to push him away, but Raphael caught her hand and kissed the back of it. It felt as if even his lips burned her. Posted only on NovelUtopia.com
His thick gl@ns shoved deep inside her, feeling the molten heat of her inner walls, and soon she was coming again.
Raphael licked her from her earlobe down her neck, and her head twisted away to avoid his mouth, the caresses that excited her beyond bearing.
He laughed at this small rebellion and caught her chin to kiss her, his tongue stroking against her sensitive palate as he pounded into her mercilessly.
“Mm, mm, aah…”
Tears filled Annette’s eyes.