UNDER HIS RULES

Samuel grinned with satisfaction. He continued thrusting into Beatrice with fervor. Her breasts became the target of his firm squeezing once again. Since Beatrice’s legs were no longer entwined above his body, he was free to play with her two supple mounds, his favorite. He immediately leaned down and nibbled on the enticing nipples, inviting him to suck them forcefully.

“Oh!” Beatrice tugged at Samuel’s hair gently. The suckling he performed on her nipples drove her wild. The adrenaline surged so strongly that she felt her toes curling from the stimulation Samuel provided, unable to withstand it any longer.

“Ah, Sam!”

Samuel once again released his possession. And Beatrice immediately responded as before. Beatrice was addicted because Samuel’s manhood was too good to pass up. This time, Samuel entered Beatrice without any hesitation. He thrust into her, supporting himself with his hands. Beatrice’s legs wrapped around him once again. She let her body move along with her husband’s thrusts. Her hair was undoubtedly a mess, and sweat had likely covered her entire body.

Being driven crazy multiple times by her husband, Beatrice could only surrender with moans and gasps. And now, she felt Samuel’s weight pressing down on her even more. “Oh! Ah! Sam!”

Once again, Samuel targeted her sensitive spot perfectly. It tickled but left her speechless. What do people say? Half asleep from pleasure? Maybe that was the perfect term for Beatrice right now. Even her legs tightened around Samuel’s waist. “Sam! Oh! Don’t stop!”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Samuel smiled slightly. He gave Beatrice’s cheek a brief peck and whispered, “How can I stop, Honey?” And he continued thrusting.

“Ah!” Beatrice cried out once again. “Oh! I…”

“Together?” Samuel asked, unable to hold back any longer. Every touch inside Beatrice made him intoxicated. His wife’s moans kept driving him to give and chase pleasure together.

Beatrice quickly nodded. She hugged her husband tightly, feeling the waves that created a haze around her eyes intensify. “Deeper, Sam,” she requested. And Samuel immediately complied.

It felt… indescribable.

“Ugh!” Samuel thrust deeper into Beatrice. Beatrice could only gasp repeatedly, especially when Samuel pressed firmly, flooding her womb with his fluids. The contractions and tugs she still felt brought her immense relief. The climax drained a lot of her energy.

Samuel was the same. He collapsed onto Beatrice’s shoulder, giving her a gentle bite and asking, “Satisfied?”

“What kind of question is that, Sam?” Beatrice blinked in surprise. They had already separated. Their union still left lingering sensations that were starting to normalize. Although their breaths were still heavy, at least they were starting to calm down.

“You have to know if your wife is satisfied with your service or not.”

“You’re ridiculous!” Beatrice laughed. She then snuggled into the embrace that Samuel extended for her. “Tonight, you’re not like your usual self, Sam.”

“Do you like it?” Samuel asked, looking at Beatrice intensely. He gently wiped the slightly damp forehead of Beatrice and carefully combed through her hair.

“Very much.” Beatrice closed her eyes. “I like your touch.”

“Want to do it again?”

“Later, Sam,” Beatrice whined. “Aren’t you tired?”

“We haven’t showered yet. It’s not nice to have pool water residue, Honey.”

Beatrice sighed.

“Do you want to?”

“Give me ten minutes. Okay?”

Samuel grinned. “Sure.”

Because Beatrice knew their shower wouldn’t be short. It could be that this bed would be wet again from water drops from the bathroom. Right?