Chapter 445 Find a Woman Who Can Satisfy You in Bed
"Seriously?" Matthew stared at Mary, then suddenly leaned in and kissed her, his hand cradling the back of her head.
His kiss was smooth, slowly drawing her in, waiting for her to lose patience and kiss him back.
"I don't buy it," he murmured against her lips, his voice getting huskier.
Outside, the night was getting darker, and the streetlights didn't reach inside the car, leaving it dim. They kissed deeply, and the temperature kept rising.
The car was parked under a tree, its swaying branches casting shadows on their faces.
Mary wanted to resist, but it was too late; her body knew Matthew's touch too well. It didn't take long for her to melt.
Matthew chuckled low, "But your body says it likes me."
Mary's eyes were misty, her breath uneven. "Being teased by a guy like you, isn't it normal for me to react this way? If it were another guy, I'd probably..."
But before she could finish, Matthew kissed her again.
What she said really ticked him off!
If it were another guy, she'd react the same way?
He couldn't even imagine that; just thinking about it drove him nuts!
Mary pushed him away; she didn't want to get this close, thinking it was better to keep some distance!
But the more she struggled, the wilder Matthew's kisses got.
In the end, he grabbed her waist, lifting her onto his lap, pressing her tightly against him.
Their body heat was instantly and clearly felt by each other.
Mary's face was flushed and hot as she breathed heavily.
Matthew grabbed her hand and placed it on his belt buckle. "Wanna go all the way?"
Mary could barely support herself, leaning softly against his chest. "Matthew, if we just forget about the feelings and stick to sex, we're pretty in sync."
Matthew pinched her chin, making her look up at him. "Why do I even like you? You really know how to kill the mood."
Mary's eyelashes trembled, her heartstrings tugged slightly by his words.
Matthew kissed her again, this time deliberately biting her lip, as if punishing her.
Mary felt the pain, tears welling up.
Matthew saw it, let her go, and asked, "Who's in sync with you?"
Mary's expression froze. "Not in sync?"
Matthew sneered, "Have you ever satisfied me in bed with that weak effort of yours?"
Mary lowered her eyes, "Fine, let's get a divorce, and you can find a woman who can satisfy you in bed."
"Damn you!" Matthew cursed lowly, reaching out and pinching her!
Mary felt the pain, her back arching, her misty eyes glaring at him angrily.
Matthew's eyes darkened as he stared at her. "Do you believe I'll fuck you to death right here?"
Mary didn't dare provoke Matthew anymore; he now looked like an enraged lion, maybe really capable of doing such a thing.
She took a light breath and asked, "Weren't we going to pick out a gift for Grandma?"
Matthew saw her pained expression, let her go, and then retorted, "Can I go like this?"
His gaze swept downward his private area.
Mary returned to the passenger seat, glanced at him, and said, "Then handle it yourself, and we'll go after."
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