The right way to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 239. Sweating (2)

Annette tried to protest as Raphael licked his moist fingers, obscenely tasting her wetness. A small smile touched his lips.

“It doesn’t style like sweat.”

Embarrassed, Annette involuntarily closed her eyes, and Raphael tenderly kissed her brow. His fingers invaded her tight opening.

“It’s too small,” he whispered, his voice full of want. The grievance was the one signal of his impatience as he stroked her, his exhausting manhood rubbing towards her thighs and leaving Annette nearly beside herself.

At first, her tight interior partitions had resisted his caresses, however now she was melting inside as he slid one other finger in. Tough and calloused from dealing with a sword, he was stimulating her past endurance.

“Ahhhhh…”

Her hips quivered, and Raphael pressed his hardness between her thighs as if he would slide into her that second. Her opening was slick together with her heady fluid as Raphael’s fingers discovered her favourite spot, stroking till she trembled. Wetness flowed between her legs as she sucked in a breath, trembling on the sting of a climax.

Raphael took his fingers away.

“I’m feeling a bit of anxious,” he murmured, as his manhood jerked, throbbing ferociously, and thrust it inside her.

Annette’s head jerked again as she shuddered, spasming inside.

“Did you need me to place it in you?” He whispered.

“Mm, aah…”

“Reply me.”

However she couldn’t reply. Her physique was jerking, her toes curling, and Raphael clenched his jaw, lust filling his eyes. He wouldn’t be a person if her response to his contact didn’t thrill him, and he started to maneuver quicker, powering into her by her cl!max.

“Once more?”

His thick gl@ns shoved deep inside her, feeling the molten warmth of her interior partitions, and shortly she was coming once more.

Raphael licked her from her earlobe down her neck, and her head twisted away to keep away from his mouth, the caresses that excited her past bearing.

He laughed at this small rebel and caught her chin to kiss her, his tongue stroking towards her delicate palate as he pounded into her mercilessly.

“Mm, mm, aah…”

Tears crammed Annette’s eyes.