Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Atlas Hallow intensely sucked on her delicate skin, exploring her fullness with his mouth, then biting her tender, small nipples before sucking heavily once more. Atlas watched her slightly trembling legs, his large hand covering the area between them, fingers slowly ventured in: ”Good girl, so wet already...”

The smooth, sticky nectar exuded a faint floral scent as his slender fingers teased within the soggy mess, slowly seeking a certain hard, sensitive little bud amid the softness. His scorching fingers pressed and kneaded heavily against it.

”I like your tightness, little thing...” He kissed Charlotte Miller impatiently while pushing his fingers inside her. Just his fingers alone could feel the deadly tight grip, binding them. Atlas slowly moved his fingers, and even with just this, Charlotte was nearly at her limit, her whole body covered in a fine sweat: ”Mmm...” Her soft voice trembled as her weak body seemed unable to withstand such stimulation, her pale shoulders quivering, her eyes welling up, unable to bear it!

”Please... don’t...” Charlotte’s sweet voice begged weakly, her snowy white legs quivered slightly due to the man’s intense friction. No matter how much she rubbed, she couldn’t relieve the burning stimulation between her legs, only able to shake her head gently in resistance, with a tearful plea, ”I can’t take it...”

”Relax, it’ll be very pleasurable, you want it too, don’t you?” Atlas sucked on Charlotte’s trembling lips, his voice comforting yet filled with seduction.

Atlas’s eyes were blazing red, his desire threatening to burn his sanity to ashes. He held Charlotte, sitting her in his lap, focused on caressing that spreading wetness. He loved watching her go crazy for him, that feeling as if only he could drive her mad, at this moment she belonged solely to him. He didn’t let Charlotte retreat, each round of stimulation more intense than the last, unrestrained. His burning fingers became drenched as he parted her already swollen, trembling petals, resolutely pushing his middle finger into that tight, depth surrounded by tender folds...

”You’re here to kill me...” Her body clamped his fingers tightly, uncontrollably sucking them in, the deeper he went, the tighter the suction.

”Charlotte, you are mine...” His coarse and hoarse voice emitted a satisfied sigh, she was so beautiful it was soul-stirring; she belonged only to him.

Atlas went mad kissing her lips, pulling out her clove-like tongue, ruthlessly sucking and winding, giving her the most thrilling sensations.

”Ah...” The feeling was too wild, Charlotte’s slender, glossy legs trembled, blushing with allure, rubbing together trying to evade his blush-inducing invasion, but all her attempts were futile. She wanted to close them, but it was impossible. Her eyes dazedly followed the slow descent of his dark-headed form, lying her body flat, burying into her legs.

When his tongue glided over her petals, Charlotte felt like she’d been electrocuted, her mind blank.

The man greedily sucked, his tongue probing in, teeth grazing her pink little bead, making Charlotte’s fingers grasp the sheets, her whole body tense, nearly crying out. The uncontrollable tidal waves inside her rose higher and higher, ruthlessly crashing down with a terrifying pleasure strong enough to destroy her.

This torment was more unbearable than if he’d simply taken her: ”Give me, give me...” Still begging, she wanted to end this torture.

”As much as you want, I’ll give you...” Atlas looked at Charlotte’s dazed little face, flower honey still on his lips, his tongue slid over as if savoring, then rested his strong body on his elbows, spreading her legs before him.

Charlotte almost held her breath; she knew that feeling full well when he opened her up completely, hovering on some unknown brink, ready to go crazy at any moment.

The massive head touched her petals, then slowly began to push in...

”Mmm...” That feeling, her whole body stretched to the limit, made Charlotte unable to resist pushing against Atlas’s muscular body, desperately saying, ”So full, can’t...”

Atlas chuckled lowly; she was simply too exquisite, always making him afraid he’d break her. His body continued sinking down, while kissing her lightly, from her exquisite collarbone to her perfect fullness, kiss marks covering all, the pink little tips lovingly toyed and caressed by the man’s lips and tongue, glistening with an amorous sheen...