Harriet's fingertips trembled as she tried to lift her skirt in front of Liam. The higher she lifted her dress, the more Harriet could see the activity inside Liam's pants. Maybe Liam didn't force himself to touch Harriet? Maybe Liam wasn't feeling uncomfortable?
So what had the man been holding all this time?
Harriet saw Liam cover his mouth with one hand. His eyes stared straight at Harriet's almost exposed thighs and crotch.
As Harriet stopped lifting her skirt, Liam's other hand slowly gripped his pants as if trying not to lift her skirt himself. He seemed to be holding himself back.
Is he holding himself back?
In that second, Harriet realized that Liam was… truly holding himself back.
A faint smile formed on Harriet's flushed face.
"Why stop? Don't you want to prove it?" Liam asked.
Harriet shook her head.
"What will Milord do after seeing it?" asked Harriet back.
"Once I see it, I can prove to you how much I miss you," Liam said.
Harriet shook her head again.
"You've proven enough," said Harriet, staring at Liam's pants, which were tight and rising into quite a considerable bulge. "But surely you want to prove it more clearly, right?"
Liam's eyes changed utterly. He just realized his wife had just teased him back. Liam smiled lopsidedly, pleased to hear Harriet no longer passively receiving his teasing.
At Harriet's words, Liam took off his pants, and she lifted her skirt higher. As Liam's manhood stood erect before her, Harriet felt her knees shaking.
"Would you like to see the back of my garter belt?" asked Harriet then.
Liam gulped, nodding. Harriet spun around and lifted her skirt that covered her buttocks. As soon as Harriet showed her behind, she could hear Liam's soft sigh while he was still sitting on the sofa.
"Madam," the deep, gentle call tickled Harriet's spine. "May I eat your a*s?"
Harriet chuckled at the man's profound voice. But since Liam didn't hear any refusal, the man leaned forward and licked Harriet's p***y from behind without removing her panties.
Harriet gasped quietly, holding her surprise that she had to prop herself up on the low table before her, giving Liam better access to do whatever he wanted. Harriet could now see behind her, between her legs, Liam was gently shaking his c**k.
"Milord."
Hearing Harriet's call, Liam stopped. Harriet straightened herself and lowered her panties, which were wet with Liam's saliva and her love juice in front of Liam. Now, between her panties and her p***y, threads of fluid that sparkled seductively formed.
"Milord..."
Harriet wanted to know how far Liam would hold back. She opened her p***y wide with two fingers of her hand.
"This is where Milord plants your seeds and impregnates me, right?" Of course, Harriet was embarrassed, with her whole face and body heating up, but if she didn't provoke Liam in this way… "Milord can prove it here too."
Harriet kept cursing inwardly for feeling so ashamed of her actions. She didn't dare to look back and see Liam's expression–
"Ah-!"
Instantly, Harriet felt her waist being pulled back, and something long and thick entered her from behind.
"Oh-"
Harriet gasped at the sudden attack and immediately looked for a grip. But her brain went blank as she felt her legs float up after being pulled by a pair of hands that gripped her waist to adjust their height. She could feel Liam moving wild inside her.
Harriet tried to put her arms around Liam's sturdy neck behind her back, and somehow, for a while, she managed to stabilize herself.
"Milord–!" her breath hitched as Liam pumped mercilessly.
Liam's blonde hair fell on Harriet's shoulders, and Liam bit Harriet's neck as if to imprint her. Liam's arms wrapped around Harriet's waist tightly. He didn't say a word and didn't tease Harriet once. The man had decided to fall for Harriet's temptation.
Harriet could feel the difference.
This time, there was not the slightest trace of the tenderness and intimate flirtations the man had given her on their first night. He lowered Harriet's dress to the floor. Harriet's moans got louder as Liam squeezed her breasts from behind.
The sensation she felt was getting more intense as Liam played with her n*****s. Harriet felt her vision blur as Liam began to pinch and tug at her n*****s while giving her soft bites all over her neck and shoulders.
Liam's precise, rhythmic movements made Harriet's braids, which were arranged in a neat bun, fall.
"Mmh! Milord, a–" Harriet moaned as her blurry vision started to turn white and dim.
As if not hearing Harriet's words, Liam continued to increase his tempo. He could feel her slick, warm, and tight insides–
Harriet, who had just reached her peak, became so weak and sensitive that she could even feel something was about to come out again when Liam continued to thrust into her from behind. But it was too sharp and hot that Harriet hadn't noticed it yet.
"No–" Harriet jolted awake as Liam kept targeting her excellent spot. Harriet's consciousness was slowly eroding as Liam didn't give her a second to breathe.
"Ah-!"
Harriet twitched gently to a c****x. "Ngh!"
But Liam didn't stop–
In one deep thrust, he splurted out all his semen inside. Liam's burst of warmth made Harriet gasp, and her breath hitched with sweat.
"Madam," Liam's deep, calm voice contrasted with him vigorously grabbing Harriet's jaw and kissing her deeply, wet and suffocating.
Harriet thought Liam was satisfied.
Unfortunately, at that second, Harriet realized Liam's manhood was still not down. He pulled it out slowly and made sure Harriet received all his seeds.
Liam carried Harriet to bed and rubbed her once more. Harriet's heart skipped a beat as Liam's eyes stared at her with a hint of warmth and pure madness. Then she glanced down where Liam's manhood was still mighty and erect.
Harriet already knew her husband wouldn't have enough with just one round of lovemaking. But would things be as intense as before?
She caught her breath, lay on her side, and prepared for the next round. Harriet used what little strength she had left to lift her waist so Liam could see her already wet p***y drenched in their love liquid.
"Milord…" called Harriet in a low, limp voice.
Liam furrowed his brows, unable to refuse Harriet's invitation. Once again, Liam shoved himself down there, intending to feel the pinnacle of pleasure.
Harriet was already limp but didn't want to swords. This resulted from what she did and the fruit of her provocation.
Immersing herself in pleasure, she closed her eyes and allowed Liam to explore every curve of her body. Thus, Harriet's body was covered with marks from Liam, like flowers blooming in spring.
"Milord… Mhmhh!"
Harriet involuntarily let out seductive moans. Liam hugged Harriet tightly and once again rewarded her with his warmth inside her.
Harriet hugged Liam tightly as she felt the warmth deep inside her. A warmth that Harriet still didn't quite understand. Liam began to regain his senses, seeing what he had done to his poor new bride–
Liam rubbed his forehead and started blaming the beast inside of him. Harriet was young, and he was her first man, but what had he done?
He wanted to apologize, but then… Harriet's arms slowly wrapped around his neck and hugged him gently and limply. "Milord doesn't need to hold back. If we do it once a month, I believe I… can do it…"
"Pfft-"
Liam laughed in the crook of Harriet's neck. And his deep voice echoed in Harriet's heart, making the woman smile faintly.
"Good girl," Liam whispered flatly, but there was a loving tone he wanted to hide in it.
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