Chapter 4 Where is Your Wedding Ring?
Henry was itching to get intimate. Grace wasn't just gorgeous; she had a killer body. Being with her was pure temptation.
She felt like soft jade under him. Even if he didn't love her, he couldn't deny he loved her body. He was ready to make his move.
Grace's hand pressed against his shoulder, her breath shaky. "Henry, I haven't taken any birth control. I might get pregnant."
Henry paused. Despite his desire, he wasn't ready for a kid with Grace, not now, not in this marriage.
After a moment, he chuckled, "Looks like you've decided it!"
Grace's resistance didn't faze him. With one hand supporting her, he opened the bedside drawer with the other and grabbed a condom.
Just as he was about to open it, his phone rang. Ignoring the call, Henry opened the condom with one hand and leaned in to kiss Grace. She resisted, shaking her head, while the phone kept ringing.
Finally, Henry answered, annoyed. It was his mom, Aurora Brown.
Aurora's voice was calm. "Henry, your grandma's not feeling well. Come see her. And bring your wife. She wants to taste her cooking."
With one hand still on Grace, Henry thought for a moment before saying, "I'll bring her over soon."
He hung up and started getting dressed. "Seraphina Jones's sick and wants to see you. If you want to make trouble, wait till we get back."
As soon as he finished, Henry pushed Grace down and forced himself on her.
Henry undressed Grace, revealing her voluptuous body. He pulled down her stockings and panties, exposing her plump buttocks. The sight of her exposed thighs and the glistening liquid at her entrance drove him wild.
Thinking about Henry's thick and long penis, Grace blushed. One hand caressed her full breasts, while the other slipped between her legs, fingers deftly massaging her tender labia. A hot stream slowly flowed through her body.
Seeing Grace's seductive look, Henry felt a rush of heat. This woman always got him going. He couldn't resist having a good time with her. He quickly scooped her up, carried her upstairs, and laid her on the bed. Stripping off his clothes, he pounced on her, grabbing her large breasts and rubbing his penis against her labia, searching for the entrance.
Grace was just as eager. She grabbed his penis, guided it to her entrance, and then he thrust in deep, moving rapidly. Grace moaned loudly, her body trembling, releasing all the pent-up passion.
"Ah, Henry, be gentle, I can't take it!" Grace closed her eyes, tightly held by Henry's strong body. His huge penis slid into her tender vagina, bringing her intense pleasure.
He moved in and out, like a dragon inside her, making Grace moan uncontrollably. After a while, they both climaxed together.
Grace lay weakly on the bed, then started getting dressed. Henry zipped up his pants, glanced at Grace's slender figure and the unopened box of condoms on the bedside table, pursed his lips, and left first.
As Grace went downstairs, Henry was in the car, smoking. Grace wore a white silk shirt, her legs slender and skin glowing. She tried to sit in the back seat, but Henry opened the passenger door, ordering, "Get in."
Grace had no choice but to silently get in the car. The black Bentley slowly drove out of the villa gate. Henry held the steering wheel with one hand, occasionally glancing at Grace in the rearview mirror.
After three years of marriage, Grace rarely rode in his car. Now, thinking about divorce, she stayed silent, not wanting to talk.
Both of them stayed quiet. Half an hour later, the car drove into a villa estate halfway up the mountain. When the black gate opened, the lights in the villa turned on, bright as day.
The car stopped, engine off, and Henry turned to Grace, saying, "Seraphina is unwell and sensitive to excitement. Don't say anything reckless."
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