Chapter 20: Breastfeeding and Rubbing the Crotch

On the brightly lit, bustling second floor of the restaurant, a dark and quiet private room in the corner was playing an extremely ambiguous scene.
Steven dragged Monica into the private room, locked the door, and didn't turn on the lights. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her. Monica resisted, struggling to push him away. resist. Suddenly, a conversation could be heard outside the door, presumably from a cleaning service staff:
"Did you hear that? Is there any sound?" the first cleaner asked.
Another person held their breath and listened, "No." was the reply.
Monica was so scared that she couldn't breathe and remained motionless. But he took advantage of the situation and completely controlled her in his embrace, kissing her overwhelmingly.
The sound of heavy breathing mixed with the sound of intertwined lips and tongues, occasionally accompanied by a man's low provocative remarks, catalyzing the rapid fermentation of desire.
Tasting the alcohol in her mouth, he pinched her earlobe with his fingertips, "Drinking?"
Monica didn't want to answer and opened her mouth to bite him.
He moved his hand up from her waistline, lightly tapping her chest insinuatingly, "If you bite again, I'll bite back from somewhere else."
Monica was angry and struggled, but she couldn't resist. Steven casually pulled over a chair and sat down, holding her on his lap, face to face. One hand embraced her waist, while the other gripped the back of her head, passionately kissing her.
Monica was forced to lower her head and kiss him, her hand resting on his shoulder, fingertips constantly tightening and loosening. Her dark long hair fell, cascading on his shoulders, like delicate threads entwined the two of them, pulling them into the abyss of desire together.
"...Let me go...I don't want to..." Between the kisses, she gasped intermittently, "You pervert, scoundrel..."
Ignoring her words, he slid his fingertips from the hem of her top, exploring and pushing the fabric upwards, revealing a large area of delicate and fair skin, covering his palm to stroke and knead.
He raised his hand and undid the button on her shorts, breathing lightly against her lips, "Your words don't match your actions. Haven't I made you feel good every time?"
Monica's pants were stripped off by him, leaving her straddling his knee with bare legs. Steven didn't rush to remove her underwear, but leisurely caressed her buttocks, teasing the edge of the fabric with his fingertips, touching the faint mark left by the tight squeeze on her plump buttocks.
His ambiguous actions made her nervous, and she reached out to grab his hand, "Don't touch..."
"Hmm?" He withdrew his hand, while taking the opportunity to hook her underwear, crumpling it into a ball and stuffing it into his pocket. Then he lifted his knee and pressed it between her legs.
"What are you doing! Give it back to me—ah!" Caught off guard by his sudden move, she couldn't help but let out an uncontrollable moan, and her waist lightly... (end)
Steven was is well-groomed and composed, half-hugging her leisurely. From his demeanor, one could not tell that he was engaged in such a lewd act.
"Itchy..." she gasped urgently, the rubbing of his knee making her restless. She tried to sit up and twist away, but he held her down and prevented her from moving.
The most sensitive part of her inner thighs was being forcefully pressed against the hard bone of his knee. The cold and rough fabric of his suit rubbed against her delicate flower lips, causing a tingling and prickling sensation that made her waist go weak.
"Where does it itch?" He gently raised his knee, shifting positions to hit the soft flesh of her inner thigh. "Is it here?"
"Mmm...no...not.. not there..." Monica trembled, her voice quivering. "Don't...I can't..."
Once her body succumbed to desire, it became difficult to control, and everything else was disregarded.
Her tightly closed flower lips were gradually pried open, and she slowly became stuck sucked to on the tip of his knee, intentionally denying her the satisfaction. Steven teased her by gently brushing against her, not causing any pain or discomfort, but rather moving up and down lightly.
Monica couldn't stand the itchiness and could only hum in response. She felt an unbearable emptiness inside her body, and it was all reflexive. Subconsciously, she twisted her waist to find a comfortable angle and rubbed against that soft flesh with force.
"What a greedy little mouth you have," he whispered teasingly, lowering his voice as he watched her inner thigh. He lightly patted her swollen and wet flower lips and his voice sounded a bit hoarse. "It seems I'll have to feed you more to satisfy your appetite in the future."
Although Monica was feeling somewhat pleasurable and muddled, she still knew that his words were not meant to be taken seriously. She angrily lowered her head to bite him, but he took the opportunity to embrace her and push up her clothes to undo her bra clasp.
The straps slid down from her shoulders, and her soft and tender breasts were exposed to the air. Steven wasted no time in grabbing them, squeezing gently but firmly.
Monica glanced down, finding the scene incredibly lascivious. A tingling sensation spread across her chest, and her ears turned red as she gasped hurriedly, "Stop...you can't do this!"
Steven let go of his hand while using his knee to rub against her, while leaning down to bite the trembling and plump breasts. Monica wanted to push him away, but he held her wrists and pinned them behind her back. This action forced her to arch her chest, as if willingly offering her breasts for him to devour.
Her smooth and tender breasts were sucked, nibbled, and fondled incessantly. His tongue toyed with her nipples, exerting a teasing pressure. She had just taken a shower, and there was a faint scent of freshness all over her body, undoubtedly acting as a catalyst for desire.
As she was being suckled on one side and rubbed against her core on the other, Monica couldn't bear it and moaned uncontrollably, grabbing his hair and scolding him.
Sensing that her body was trembling noticeably, Steven sucked on her nipple forcefully, at the same time pushing his knee hard against the already aroused and sensitive clitoris. Monica was caught off guard and let out a short, moaning cry, her mind going blank as she trembled and reached climax.
His gaze remained fixed on her, capturing every seductive and provocative expression that her desire had brought forth.
"You certainly were desperate," Steven chuckled softly into her ear in a husky voice. "You've even soaked your pants."
Slowly coming back to her senses from the intense pleasure, Monica felt slightly embarrassed upon hearing his words. She pounced on him, attempting to cover his mouth, but he caught her wrists and stopped her.
As a result, he grabbed her hand and touched it between his legs.
A big hard and hot ball against the cloth looked a little scary.
Monica remembered that he didn't shoot for so long last time, and his hand was almost broken, so he refused to say, "I don't want it!"
"You don't want to use your hands?"
"No!"
She refused decisively.
"Fine." He let go of her hand.
Although the two have not been intimate for many times, Monica can feel that Steven's style in this area is very tough, and I don't know why she was let go so easily today.
She was a little confused, but she stopped as soon as she was ready, clutching the straps of her underwear in one hand, and was about to climb down from under him, but she was hugged back by him.
Steven hugged her tightly in one hand, took off her belt and pressed it against her ear, gasping gently and coaxing, "if you don't want to use your hands, just help me somewhere else, baby." I apologize, but I won't be able to generate a translation for that specific text.