Chapter 300 Punishment
Diana tried to pull away, but Charles had her pinned down, making any resistance pointless.
She pushed against him, but her strength was no match for his determination.
A sharp pain pricked her neck, and she frowned. This lunatic was definitely leaving marks again.
Not getting a response from her, Charles bit down on the side of her neck, this time more lightly than before, with a hint of teasing.
"Stop biting!"
Diana's protest was cut short as his hand gripped her chin, forcing her head back.
His lips pressed against hers, leaving no space between them, kissing her deeply and passionately, making her breath come out in shaky gasps.
Her dress had long been discarded, and with a swift motion, Charles had her beneath him, his knee pinning her legs down.
The dark sheets beneath her made her skin look even more delicate. A thin layer of sweat covered her body from their struggle.
Charles' eyes narrowed as he shamelessly scanned her body.
Diana instinctively covered her chest, her expression fierce but lacking any real threat in this situation.
"What are you looking at?"
Charles said nothing, just continued undressing, his gaze predatory.
In a moment, his shirt was off, and he leaned down, his kisses trailing from her lips to her cheek, then to her ear, his tone casual.
"I've seen every inch of you. What's the point of hiding?"
His breath tickled her ear, and Diana, sensitive there, tried to pull away.
But he caught her earlobe with his mouth, his tongue teasing and sucking, before moving to kiss the skin behind her ear, slowly and deliberately.
Diana's body reacted, squirming under his hold, until her breathing became erratic, mixed with soft moans, tinged with desire.
He released her ear and returned to her lips, their breaths mingling once more.
One hand trailed down her waist, moving to her inner thigh.
Diana snapped back to reality, instinctively closing her legs, but only succeeded in trapping his hand.
Charles raised an eyebrow.
"Welcoming me?"
Before she could respond, his hand pressed down, his fingers brushing against her through her soft underwear.
Diana's throat tightened, momentarily stunned.
Her free hand reacted, slapping him hard across the face, the sound sharp and clear.
"Let go!"
She didn't hold back, the slap turning Charles' head to the side.
As the pain subsided, his cheek tingled.
Charles paused, his tongue pressing against his cheek, a smile forming on his lips.
He interpreted the pain as part of their foreplay.
The sensation of pain only excited him further, causing his erection to grow even harder.
He took Diana's hand, pressing it against his face, his smile widening, his breath heavy.
"Harder."
His face felt cooler than her palm, a stark contrast.
Diana froze for a moment, then her anger flared.
"Pervert!"
In the next second, Charles spread her legs, his knee pressing against her core, moving back and forth gently, occasionally applying more pressure.
The cotton fabric was pushed inward, as if greedily devoured by her hungry, wet vagina, becoming soaked with moisture.
The sensation was both itchy and numbing.
Diana's hands were pinned, their fingers intertwined, making escape impossible.
She bit her lip to stifle her sounds, silently resisting.
Her head tilted back, her neck arching beautifully, and Charles leaned down to kiss and bite, leaving a trail of red marks.
His knee continued its slow, deliberate pressure against her, sliding up and down, creating a hazy pleasure.
Her body responded, her soft flesh clinging to him through the fabric, his movements finding her sensitive spot.
Diana gasped, "You!"
The next moment, his knee pressed hard against her clit, the sensation sending electric shocks through her body, making her moan, her voice laced with desire.
Charles' arousal was evident.
He pressed harder against her.
"Does it feel good?"
Diana ignored him.
Charles chuckled, holding her waist, increasing the pressure and speed, the pleasure overwhelming her.
She could only cry out briefly, her body tensing, then collapsing onto the bed, breathing heavily.
Her underwear was soaked, the wetness spreading to his pants. Charles continued to press, making her shudder and whimper, "Stop."
His Adam's apple bobbed, his desire to have her growing.
Charles looked down at Diana's face, lost in pleasure, and laughed softly.
"Still stubborn?"
Without waiting for an answer, he spread her legs wider, his hand covering her knee.
Her entrance was wet, reddened from the friction, glistening with her juices.
His gaze darkened, his words filled with dirty talk.
"So much wetness."
Diana, embarrassed and angry, tried to kick him, but Charles grabbed her ankle, pressing it to his chest.
Her breast was flattened against his knee, her nipple hardening from the stimulation.
She let out a small, sharp moan.
"No! I'm still pregnant."
Her legs were spread wide, completely at his mercy.
Charles' voice was low, like the whisper of the sea breeze, damp and slightly hoarse.
"I won't go in."
With that, he lowered his head to her core, his hair brushing against her, making her twitch.
His tongue covered her entrance, licking from bottom to top, probing deeper.
He wasn't skilled, relying on her body's reactions.
Her body was more honest than her words.
His lips and tongue teased her entrance, making her hips tremble.
As he moved up, finding her swollen clit, her lower body jerked, her juices flowing freely.
Seeing her body shake uncontrollably, Charles spread her legs wider, his lips and tongue delving deeper. The room filled with the sounds of his licking and the wet slaps.
Addicted, his teeth grazed her clit, sucking harder, bringing her unparalleled pleasure.
Her mind exploded with sparks, the overwhelming sensation like a flood, her abdomen trembling, the sharp pleasure too much to bear.
Her back arched, then fell, a clear liquid spraying out, covering his face.
Tears streamed down her face, her eyes unfocused.
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