Chapter 301 Admitting Mistakes
Charles casually wiped the fluid off his face and looked up to admire her lust-filled expression.
Dissatisfied, he pushed his fluid-covered fingers into her slightly open mouth, playing with her tongue.
Diana was forced to open her mouth. Realizing what was happening, she bit down hard on his mischievous fingers.
But he just smiled, the same way he did when she slapped him.
He was enjoying it.
Diana felt unlucky and spat out his fingers.
"Gross!"
He withdrew his hand, and hearing her words, he licked his lips as if savoring the taste.
"It's your own fluid. What's so disgusting? It doesn't taste like anything."
Seeing that she was about to curse again, Charles lowered his head and sealed her lips with a kiss.
Her mouth was more appealing when it wasn't talking.
As he kissed her, his fingers found her erect nipple, rubbing and pulling it.
His palm pressed against the underside of her breast, squeezing it tightly. The soft flesh spilled through his fingers, the sensation incredibly satisfying.
When she was breathless from the kiss, leaning against him for support, his lips slowly moved down.
He kissed her chest meticulously, his tongue tracing from the bottom of her breast upward, leaving wet, red marks on her smooth skin.
He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently but firmly, as if trying to draw milk from it.
His tongue teased it slowly, then pressed down hard, biting and sucking. The small nipple became numb and swollen, and Diana's breathing turned ragged.
Her toes curled involuntarily, barely able to support her body.
"I can't take it anymore."
Her breasts were covered in red marks from his attention. Charles lifted his head from her chest and pushed her down again, her legs spread wide, exposing her wet, flushed vagina.
She had already climaxed several times. If this continued, she would be completely spent.
Diana hooked her arms around his neck, her tone finally softening.
"Please, stop."
Charles' eyes darkened, reflecting her current state.
Her cheeks were flushed with desire, her hair damp with sweat, clinging to her face, making her look even more vulnerable.
He gently tucked her hair behind her ear, a crazed smile on his lips, his voice soft yet cruel.
"This is your punishment."
His fingers found their way between her legs again, his palm covering her soaked vulva, rubbing it slowly and firmly.
His fingers occasionally pinched her clitoris, playing with her vagina, riding the waves of her climax.
The pleasure came in waves, overwhelming her. She tried to stop him, but he grabbed her hand, guiding it to touch herself.
Diana couldn't help but whimper, the sound unbearable to her own ears. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her voice.
When something hard and hot pressed against her thigh, she snapped back to reality, clamping her legs together to escape.
"No sex!"
Her voice was sharp, even as she was dragged into the depths of desire, she resisted firmly.
"I don't want to have sex!"
"No sex." Charles repeated her words calmly, then continued pressing down.
He didn't penetrate her, but he rubbed his penis against her vaginal opening, the wetness flowing between them.
Diana couldn't handle the sensation, her legs clamping together, but he held them apart, pressing his hips harder against her, as if trying to enter her in another way.
It was too hot, too hard.
"Move again, and I can't promise I won't go in," he panted, gripping her waist tightly.
This edge play was far less satisfying than actual penetration, but for the sake of the baby inside her, it had to be this way.
Threatened, Diana didn't dare move. She turned her head away in resignation, silently enduring.
The soft mattress absorbed their rough movements, her moans breaking into fragments.
Their heavy breathing mingled, the pleasure indescribable.
After dozens of thrusts, he still hadn't come, but Diana climaxed again, her eyes unfocused, her body trembling, soaking his abdomen.
Her abdomen twitched, her vagina spasming. Covered in a pink flush, Diana panted heavily after the release.
The intense stimulation made her feel like she was losing consciousness, her body too weak to lift a finger, her legs trembling uncontrollably.
Spasms, breakdown.
Even in such a pitiful state, Charles was still full of energy, his erection unwavering.
The waves of pleasure left Diana unable to think. She was sure this was punishment.
Her body's honest reactions greatly pleased Charles, allowing him to ignore her words of resistance.
His hot hands roamed her body, the warmth reminding her of a snake coiling around its prey before devouring it.
She trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.
"I'm sorry."
If this continued, she would be played to death. Apologizing wasn't a big deal.
Diana convinced herself, placing a hand on his face.
They were pressed together, naked, close enough to see each other's eyelashes.
Charles lowered his eyes slightly, trying to discern the sincerity in her tear-filled eyes.
His erection still pressed against her thigh, ready to go.
Diana closed her eyes, steeling herself, and kissed Charles on the lips, continuing, "I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Forgive me."
She kissed him again, mimicking his earlier kisses, a wet, passionate kiss.
Her tongue traced his lips, exploring his mouth, making his scalp tingle.
After a moment of intimate sounds, Diana pulled back, panting, her voice pleading.
"Please, stop. I'm so tired."
All her compliance was just an attempt to escape the current situation.
Her downcast eyes were full of resistance, hoping Charles would have the sense to stop and not push further.
It seemed her attitude worked. Charles lifted her chin.
His hot lips pressed against her tear-streaked eyelids, licking away the salty tears.
The coldness in his eyes was replaced by tenderness, obsession, and a mad infatuation.
"Let me come, and it'll be over."
Not giving her time to react, Charles turned her around, holding her waist from behind.
His still-hard erection pressed against her thigh again. He squeezed her legs together, thrusting between them, using her thighs to pleasure himself.
"Tighter."
He panted in her ear, his firm abs slamming against her buttocks.
His fingers traced up her abdomen, gripping her breast, squeezing hard as he thrust, rubbing her inner thighs red.
When would this end?
Diana endured, the sensation between her legs growing stronger.
After countless thrusts, Charles' lower back tingled, nearing climax.
He grabbed a discarded piece of clothing, pressing his cheek to her shoulder, and with a deep groan, he came.
The chaos finally subsided, their breathing calming.
The bed and clothes were a mess.
Charles, still unsatisfied, his voice husky with desire, his chest heaving, turned her to face him.
"Kiss me."
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