Chapter 38 Continuing with That

Maggie's moans shattered the silence as she was pounded relentlessly. Her cries were sharp and arousing, showing desire.
Harold kissed her passionately, their lips and tongues entwined, while his hips thrust and grind against her, bringing her to the edge.
A glistening jet of liquid gushed forth from her, splashing at the his chest, the shirt and vest extended in a dark and watery line.
Her lower abdomen trembled uncontrollably, her waist and spine bent in his palm, this scene was visually luxurious, bare, and vibrant.
Harold slowed down his teasing, his gaze burning hot as he carefully caressed her, appreciating her, "Does it feel this good?"
Maggie struggled to catch her breath, leaning weakly against his broad shoulder, "I don't like it in the car."
Limited space, dick moved fiercely, he was strong and unrestrained, ravishing her without hesitation. Maggie's shoulders pressed against the front seat, causing her discomfort. Harold kicked open the car door, "Let's go outside."
A cool breeze rushed in, Maggie panicked, her hands wrapped around the man's neck, every cell and pore in her body resisted together, her flooded nether regions tightened fiercely, making Harold's expression momentarily savage, his heavy and suppressed breathing deep.
Dick pressed closely against the thickest part of her, veins and tendons bulging, Maggie's eyelids blush pink, like riding a horse, awkwardly, swaying her round and perky buttocks, gulping down the man's erect dick.
She was too inexperienced, her movements awkward, getting stuck halfway, he flipped her over and pressed her against the car seat, from behind her, firmly gripping his swollen and purplish dick, he thrust deep inside her, causing juices to splash out from her passage.
The backseat was narrow, their intertwined bodies collided, bones hitting against bones, blazing heat like oil on fire, the impact at their connection created a passionate and loud clapping sound.
Harold had a dark complexion, a flush rising on his chest and neck, revealing a hot and sexy aura, hormones surged, overwhelming Maggie's milky white skin.
Strength and beauty, direct and magnificent. ...
The next day was Saturday, Harold finished his morning run, coincidentally, Maggie was coming downstairs.
Island Road No. 2 was a two-story lakeside cottage, belonging to the Edwards family in Radiant City, registered in his name.
His parents divorced early on, his mother lived overseas for a long time, his father, Mr. Edwards, abandoned politics and went into business in his early thirties. He remarried a woman who was a national-level dancer and had won the National Endowment for the Arts Award during her youth.
She even performed a solo dance at the Kennedy Center.
Harold lived in the former residence of the City Council, which had been expanded and now was known as a high-ranking area, with a gym, café, outdoor basketball court, and Chinese restaurant, all facilities fully equipped.
"Wake up?" he opened his coat to reveal a snug grey sweatshirt, drenched in sweat, revealing his muscular texture, "come eat breakfast."
Maggie's legs trembled, last night he was fierce in the car, the confined space caused her shoulders and legs to bruise, it didn't end until almost dawn.
Still feeling dazed, she was cleaned up by him, and Harold picked out a shirt for her to wear.
Maggie sat by the dining table, adjusting her blouse to cover her thighs, "Are you off work today?"
"I have to go back to the office for overtime."
Overtime was normal for him, now even hosting superior officials was considered a political task, and receptions were also counted towards the city's productivity.
Performance evaluations required the submission of relevant materials.
Harold handed her over a cup of unsweetened milk. "What are you up to?"
"It's the engagement banquet of the young master of River Holdings. I am going to be the hostess," she replied before atking a sip of the milk.
He remained calm but there was a trace of fluctuation in his expression. "Do you know anyone from River Holdings?"
"No, a friend introduced me. The pay for hosting the banquet is high."
"Is it because you need money?"
She blushed and clasped her hands around the cup, "No. I just want to earn some pocket money when I have free time."
Harold leaned back in his chair, with a nonchalant posture and his thighs against her knees. He furrowed his brows, "You haven't been looking for me for the past few days. Were you busy earning pocket money?"
His tone didn't imply any reproach, Harold smiled ambiguously, "I'll take you there."
"Is it on your way? I'm going to Lakefront Escape Club."
"It's on my way if I'm taking you there."
He got up and walked into the bathroom. His deep voice was muffled by the sound of rushing water. Maggie glanced at him and saw the outline of a well-built man through the frosted glass.
Both of them smelled of the same shower gel. Maggie's shirt buttons were all broken, and under her jeans was a man's oversized shirt.
Harold turned the steering wheel and entered the parking lot, "Keep your phone on and have dinner together tonight?"
"I can't say for sure," Maggie replied diplomatically, "After the engagement banquet, the hosts arrange a dinner."
A BMW in front of them was blocking the main road. He honked the horn and his voice sounded menacing, "You're taking rejecting me as a habit."
Maggie swallowed a gulp of saliva, "I'll contact you after the hosting is over."
This engagement banquet was also arranged by Ophelia. She stood at the door waiting for Maggie, wearing a white wide-brimmed hat that was eye-catching.
Seeing Magggie get out off an Audi, Ophelia asked with a gossip-flavored tone, "Who drove you here? Is he your new boyfriend?"
The driver's window was not lowered, and Ophelia couldn't see the man inside, she could tell his profile was stern.
Maggie looked uneasy and pulled her into the hall, "Take me to change clothes, don't be late."