Chapter 446 Very Satisfying
Matthew's eyes locked onto her flushed face. "Fine, I'll handle it myself."
With that, he unbuckled his belt.
The sound echoed, and Mary's breath hitched, feeling a sudden wave of nerves.
Her mouth went dry.
The next second, he grabbed her hand.
Mary was startled and tried to pull away. "What are you doing?"
Matthew's eyes bore into hers. "Handling it myself."
"You..." Mary started to say, but her cheeks turned a deep red. Her fingers curled slightly, feeling the heat.
Matthew's Adam's apple bobbed as he kept staring at her, his breathing getting heavier.
Mary turned her face away, deciding to ignore it.
After all, she wasn't going to help!
"You really are heartless," Matthew's husky voice whispered in her ear, tempting her.
Mary bit her lip, trying not to make a sound.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but even though she wasn't helping, her fingers felt sore. The car's atmosphere grew more stifling and charged.
Matthew showed no sign of stopping.
"Are you done yet?" Mary finally asked, unable to bear it any longer.
Matthew leaned in and kissed her. "Of course not."
Mary fell silent.
Her tender lips were almost bitten to the point of bleeding!
It felt like forever before Matthew took out a wet wipe and carefully cleaned her fingers.
Mary let out a small sigh of relief and asked, "Where to buy the gift?"
Matthew's voice was hoarse with a hint of satisfaction. "It's too late now; maybe some other time."
Mary looked at him. "Isn't it all your fault?"
Matthew looked up, his eyes still shimmering with a seductive light. The desire in them ran deep, as if his just-calmed lust was resurfacing.
Mary quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to arouse him, fully aware of how strong his desires were.
Matthew cleaned her fingers thoroughly before starting to clean himself. Once he was done, he took out a cigarette and lit it.
The spark flickered at the tip of the cigarette, and a faint smoke spread out. He half-closed his eyes, his expression unreadable.
Mary opened the car window, letting the smoke drift out.
The cold wind blew in, dispersing the charged atmosphere and the strange smell in the car.
She exhaled a breath.
Just now, she had almost run out of breath!
When she turned her gaze, she saw a car parked in the distance.
That car was very familiar; it was Robert's car.
Mary was stunned because Robert had stayed as long as their car had been parked here.
Why hadn't he left?
What was he doing?
Matthew leaned over, his voice low and hoarse. "He almost saw us."
Mary pursed her lips and silently closed the window again.
Matthew chuckled, "Why close it? Don't mind the smoke anymore?"
Mary looked at him. "If you know I mind, why do you still smoke?"
Matthew chuckled lightly, "Do you know that a cigarette after masturbation can be really satisfying?"
Mary fell silent.
The car started and drove away.
Robert's hand gripped the steering wheel tightly. Forty minutes, he had waited here for forty minutes before they left.
In the car, what could Mary and Matthew have been doing?
They were a couple; nothing they did would have been surprising.
But didn't Mary dislike Matthew?
Why would she still have been so intimate with him?
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