How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 82. Our Duty (2)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
“Mmm…don’t, rub there…ahhh…!”
The motions of his fingers were forceful. Each time he inserted them and rubbed her cl!toris, she tightened inside, contracting. The feeling of the thick knuckles of his fingers inside her made her tingle. She got hot. Her n!pples hardened. She couldn’t catch her breath.
Raphael licked his lips as he felt her inner walls squeezing. She was so hot inside, clinging to his fingers, and he wanted to shove his c0ck into that hungry hole right now. But it wasn’t time yet.
“Your waist is shaking,” he told her, sounding a little displeased. “But I still have work to do, so try to stay still.”
Annette reddened in embarrassment at the vulgar implication, and tears welled in her pink eyes, flowing down her cheeks. Raphael leaned over to lick her tears, so intensely focused it was as if he were feasting at her cheeks.
It would have been nice if his lips were poison. Then he could have blinded those beautiful eyes so that she would never look on another man.
Annette was so nervous, she didn’t even notice the possessiveness in his gaze. But she turned away, a little fearful of his tongue licking near her eyes. Abruptly, his fingers withdrew, and his c0ck thrust into her tight hole. Annette cried out.
“Ahh! Slow, slowly…”
“That’s what your mouth says, but your insides are squeezing me. You’re soaking wet.”
With a fierce grin, he drove his manhood all the way into her, her stomach aching at the stretch of his big c0ck. Annette rubbed her lower belly, feeling that she would explode if this kept up. Raphael’s teeth gritted at the sight.
“I told you not to provoke me.”
He surged into her, pounding inside her, then slid back to rub himself hard against her inner walls. The wave of pleasure rolled through her, lust boiling in her blood. Gasping, Annette spread her legs wider.
Instantly, his pace increased, hitting her like a tidal wave. Tingling washed through her body, her breath gasping with every thrust.
“You’re covered with another man’s smell, and you still seem to be unsatisfied,” Raphael accused as he pounded into her, and Annette shook her head, in tears. The pathetic denial only provoked the beast more.
Raphael rubbed his cheeks against her neck, and then licked insistently, as if he wanted to cover the other male’s scent with his own.
When she lowered her head, the sensation of his thrusts only became more intense. Annette was suffocating. She tried to draw back, overwhelmed by the relentless assault of his body into hers. Posted only on NovelUtopia
But Raphael immediately grunted, gripping her @ss hard and shoving himself into her as deep as he could go. It was an aggressive retaliation, as if punishing her for retreating.
Annette’s wet eyes went wide, and Raphael lowered his head to devour her lips. His hot tongue roamed her mouth, tasting every inch. Both above and below, Annette felt herself being conquered by him.
Raphael’s lips parted as his waist moved still more violently, his p3netration even rougher, his c0ck pounding into her with the force of a hammer blow.
The stimulation was breathtaking. The rubbing of his c0ck head inside her was lighting her on fire, hotter and hotter until something exploded, and thrilling org@sm burst through her quivering insides.
Tears flowed under her lashes as she squeezed her eyes shut. Raphael kissed her sweaty forward, clenching his teeth to hold back his own climax. The sight of her beautiful face, filled with pleasure, was captivated. Annette trembled helplessly under those eyes, which seemed to want to devour her completely.
Raphael sat back against the headboard, lifting Annette’s still-quivering body on top of him. Without hesitating, he slid his c0ck back inside her.
“I’m not finished yet.”