How to Tame My Beastly Husband Chapter 129

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 129. Compensation (2)

Raphael's fingers slowly rubbed between Annette's legs, warm and wet as honey. The slippery seemed louder with her eyes covered by the blindfold. Annette's hips quivered as his fingers occasionally brushed her sensitive cl!toris, and then suddenly slid inside her.

“Ahh!”

“Why is it still so tight? They have been inside you so many times…”

His fingers roamed along her inner walls, searching for the rough spot inside her and caressing it mercilessly. Every time he stroked that spot, her hot insides twitched and gripped him.

“You're going wild inside, aren't you?” Raphael said, when her body was frantically clutching. “Easy now, I'll put it in you.”

But it was difficult to push into her when his c0ckhead was so swollen, and Raphael clicked his tongue, pressing inward little by little. Annette's whole body writhed as she stretched around him, and Raphael held her tighter.

“Can you feel it?” He whispered when he was sheathed all the way inside her, letting out a long sigh. “You're squeezing me so tight, it feels like you're eating it.”

His hips moved, penetrating deep into her, so deep she feared he would tear her apart. She felt so stretched, she didn't even have breath to scream, even if their tongues hadn't been coiling frantically together.

“…Aggh!!!”

Every time Raphael roughly slammed into her, her body bounced upward, and he grabbed her waist to keep her in place, refusing to allow her to escape. Every time his hard c0ck drove inside her, light flashed behind her eyes.

“Ohhhh! It's too deep!”

Annette's head shook from side to side as she pushed at his chest with her bound hand. He was so big, she could feel herself straining inside, and her eyes went white as his thrusts stroked against all the places that felt good.

As he pinned her bound hands on the sheet, a mild raced through her. Her body shuddered as he drove deep and then pushed against her, grinding his body into her cl!toris.

“Hmm, ahh…!”

Raphael clutched her body as she trembled through her cl!max, pounding even faster between her legs. Oversensitive as she was, the pleasure was sinking into her like poison, and Annette sobbed, her mind going blank.

“…Wait!”

“That's not what you're saying down here. The maids will be surprised in the morning, when they change the sheets. You got them so wet.”

“Look at you, swaying your hips. Like a mare in heat.”

“Lie… Aaah!”

Raphael thrust upward into her, one hand reaching to push her legs further apart, already spread wide over his large body. Effortlessly, he found her cl!toris, swollen just above the place they were joined. Annette threw her head back as he gently pinched it.

“Oh my God!…please, pull it out!”

Struggling, she tried to push his hand away with her bound hands, but he thrust up into her again and she could not resist. Her inner walls contracting every time he stroked her cl!toris.

Every penetration made her feel like she was coming, and clear liquid flowed between her legs as they stretched further apart. She was crying out so much, she could barely breathe, and the sound of Raphael's gasping moans almost scorched her ears.

Gripping her weakening body, Raphael pounded into her faster, and every stroke into her made her hotter inside. If he didn't stop, she thought she would completely lose her mind. His c0ck stroked over and over her taut inner walls and it was a long time before the thing that was so remorselessly rooted inside her finally jerked and filled her, jetting his hot c0me.

“Ahh…”

Raphael finally removed her blindfold, kissing her messy face. Annette was weeping pathetically and still so soaking wet between her legs, and her tears had always aroused him. Licking her reddened eyes, his breath quicked.

“Shh, don't cry. I'll put it in one more time.”

“No…”

Sobbing, she crawled away across the bed. She had reached the end of her strength, and it felt like she really might die if he went on. But Raphael had only removed her blindfold. She could not easily escape with her hands still tied.

Catching one of her legs, he drew her back, cupping her shaking backside as he thrust deeply into her again. It amused him to feel her trembling with pleasure.

Licking her sweaty back, Raphael mounted her like a dog and began to move again.

That day, Annette didn't rise from the bed until after dark.

Chapter end