Chapter 246 Lick
Diana suddenly felt something wet and flexible between her legs. Charles was down there, his tongue licking.
The sound of him sucking was loud and unmistakable.
Her vulva was pulled into his lips, the pressure making her feel weightless.
Diana frowned; she hated this feeling of losing control.
She instinctively struggled, but Charles's prominent nose pressed into her, slipping between her labia with her movements. His cheek was tight against her thigh, and his hard forehead pressed against her clit.
The space was so tight that Charles's breathing was heavy and labored, accompanied by muffled grunts.
The first time they had sex was on the day they got divorced. Diana had passed out and remembered nothing. She thought Charles wasn't good at sex, but now...
His breath was hot, his lips repeatedly sucking on her, his fingers soft and agile, exploring her.
The bathroom was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the wet, squelching noises of flesh being sucked, bitten, and licked.
Diana instinctively grabbed his hair, her hips moving backward.
His hard teeth grazed her tender flesh, making her thighs tremble and her lower abdomen tighten.
A rush of fluid flowed out, dripping onto his tongue.
Sensing her struggle, Charles finally stopped, freeing his hair from her grip.
He looked up at her, her skin flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
His insides were burning, the intense desire and the scene before him greatly stimulating him.
Charles squinted and went back down, this time watching her reactions closely.
His tongue wrapped around her swollen clit, sucking on her, his lips and tongue moving in a wet dance, teasing Diana's sensitive nerves.
Diana's cheeks were flushed, her brows furrowed unconsciously, biting her lip, her hands struggling to support herself.
Her body shook, the sink slippery beneath her.
"Diana," he called her name deliberately between her legs, "you seem to be made of water."
The next second, her exhausted muscles twisted violently, a wave of pleasure washing over her, making it hard to breathe. Her waist trembled, and her hands fell weakly to her sides.
She bit her lower lip hard, but still couldn't suppress the sounds coming from her nose.
Malice and pleasure swelled in his heart.
Those negative emotions found a release at this moment, more satisfying than actually killing her.
Charles stood up, his hands gripping Diana's waist, lifting her down.
His erection, still covered by fabric, pressed against her lower abdomen, its shape intimidating.
Diana's hands pressed against his chest, panting, but obedient.
The next second, the sound of tearing filled the air, her dress completely ruined.
Like unwrapping a piece of candy, Charles stripped her bare.
She was naked, her legs weak, but still aware of the situation, immediately covering her chest and squatting down, trying to protect her last bit of modesty.
Diana glared at him, her voice sharp, "Enough!"
Even if he was fully aware of who she was, Diana didn't want to have sex with him.
There was no emotional foundation between them, they even hated each other.
They weren't even good enough to be sex partners.
Especially the oppressive feeling Charles gave her, it felt like she was being violated.
Could this be called making love? This was coercion.
But clearly, Charles ignored her words.
He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, his nipples a deep, protruding pink.
Further down, his abs were well-defined, moving slightly with his actions.
This was the first time Diana had seen Charles's body so clearly.
Compared to his cold and aloof exterior, his body was surprisingly enticing.
Soon, his shirt was completely off.
He looked directly at the squatting Diana, his hands starting to unbuckle his belt, clearly intending to strip completely.
The thought of them being naked together made Diana's eyes widen. She didn't care that she was still naked, she rushed forward to grab his hand, her voice sharp, "Don't take it off! I don't want to see it."
Charles paused, his eyes roaming over her body unabashedly, then he sneered, "Then you can close your eyes later."
With that, he removed Diana's hand and unbuckled his belt.
Seeing she couldn't stop him, Diana picked up his shirt, hastily putting it on, and turned to twist the bathroom door handle.
If she couldn't fight him, she could at least hide.
She limped out, closing the bathroom door behind her, trying to buy some time.
But when she tried to open the bedroom door, she found it required a code.
What a stupid design!
Diana angrily pounded on the door.
But soon, she was pulled back by her arm.
Charles was shirtless, his pants hanging loosely at his waist, looking like they could fall off at any moment.
"Let go!"
Diana closed her eyes, struggling not to see his body.
Charles's hand roamed her waist and back, while the other hand gripped her neck.
Unlike before, this time he applied just enough pressure to make her tilt her head back.
The next moment, his kiss smothered her breath, his tongue skillfully slipping inside.
Diana fought back, using her tongue to push and block, but soon she was sucked in.
The overly agile attack and retreat, the slick, wet sensation, filled her mouth, making it hard to breathe, overwhelming her.
She swallowed with difficulty, struggling to catch her breath.
The kissing and caressing made her feel dazed, like she was really doing this with someone she loved.
Her mouth and nose were filled with Charles's scent, the tingling sensation spreading from the back of her head to her tailbone.
His chest pressed against her, her back against the door, the touch-sensitive lock beeping as she accidentally brushed it.
Like some kind of signal, the erection pressing against her vagina began to push inside.
He gripped her chin, his breath hot and heavy.
Her freshly climaxed vagina was still very sensitive, the tender flesh squeezing and resisting the intrusion.
Diana hadn't seen his erection, but the pain below told her it was definitely not small.
She arched her body with difficulty, her forehead resting against Charles's chest, trying to pull away.
Charles's hand held her waist, his erection painfully squeezed.
Despite the foreplay, it was still difficult to go in all at once.
But besides the pain, there was also pleasure. He stroked Diana's back, from her shoulder blades to her tailbone, like petting a cat.
"Relax."
"You pervert! Let me stab you once and see how you like it!"
Diana gritted her teeth, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Charles chuckled, then his kisses rained down on her.
The kissing made her wet, she could feel it. His thrusts pulled at her sensitive flesh, the pain gradually fading, replaced by overwhelming pleasure.
She let out a moan, unprepared.
His erection suddenly sped up, going all the way in.
The tight folds of her inner walls were fully stretched, making her whole body tremble. She tried to lean against the door, trying to escape the deep penetration.
Before she could react, her hips were lifted, the sudden loss of balance making her instinctively cling to Charles's neck.
Her long legs wrapped around his waist, like a sloth.
With this position, Diana was carried to the bed.
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