His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

28 A S.ex Night

Frade lifted his head like a boxing champ and led me away from the table. He didn't care what the others whispered about him. Some called him a fool, others mocked Ron's cowardice.

I repressed my anger and followed Frade back to his room. As soon as he entered the room, he tried to kiss me, but I slapped him hard.

"You b.astard! You got what you wanted. You humiliated your enemies and you humiliated me!" I shouted at him. "You had a plan, didn't you?"

Instead of fighting back, Frade said calmly, "If it makes you feel better to hit me, then go ahead and hit me. I promise I won't hit you back!"

"Answer my question!" I pushed hard into his chest, and my eyes welled up.

Even though I know we are just allies based on profit, I still hope that he really cares about me, just a little bit. But tonight he just used me as a tool for revenge.

He got what he wanted, and my heart broke.

"Excuse me!" Said Frade, "I just want you to see who your husband really is. He is selfish and greedy. He could even betray and humiliate his wife. You don't have to be with him! And I said that I wanted us to be together in the open, and I meant it!"

"I know very well who Ron is!" I was furious. "I've told you before, that's between me and him. It has nothing to do with you! You just used me to get back at him. Now, your goal has been achieved."

Frade stared at me for a few seconds, then he violently tore off his suit and tie and threw them on the sofa, "Yes, you're right! I am using you! Aren't we using each other? I gave you a lot of help. Why not when it's your turn? Mrs. Moore, if you want to continue working with me, you'll have to get used to my style!"

He was angry because he called me Mrs. Moore. It was the first time he had ever called me that. Now it's my turn to be at a loss. He's right.

The tall Frade stood under the overhead light, his entire body covered in a pale yellow glow. God d.amn it! He's as handsome as a gilded statue!

We looked at each other in silence. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. The contours of his perfectly defined face softened, and his green eyes lit up with a blazing fire.

At that moment, we jumped on each other at the same time. I leaped around his waist like a crab, and he held my buttocks in his strong arms. We kissed wildly, and I bit his bottom lip. I taste blood.

Frade let out a low growl. He threw me onto the wide bed and violently tore my skirt. He ripped this one million grand couture dress to shreds.

We all took off our clothes, and the lights shone on him to show off the perfect ABS. His eyes stared greedily at my plump breasts, and then his hand began to move down.

"Perfect." I don't think he was talking to me. His fingertips glided effortlessly deep into my garden, parting my l.abia to slide back and forth. I raise my head and close my eyes as pleasure flows, stretches and hums through my body. I can't, I can't refuse him.

"You're beautiful," he said in a tone of praise that sounded quiet.

"May I?"

My mind went blank. After a few more heartbeats, I realized he was talking about his middle finger. His fingers hovered over the entrance to my v.agina and tapped it. Oh, I'm already muddy.

I couldn't help moaning. "Yes. Anything," said a stream of hot air around my mouth.

I let out a low cry, and Frade hissed too, his voice hoarse and low.

"F.uck."

His fingers were still searching. He seemed to want to make more water at the edge of the entrance. I held his shoulder, his skin sliding under my palm, burning.

His thumb brushed against my soft c.litoris. The rough parts of his fingers made me nervous, and there was a caressing pain.

"Relax!" He comforted me.

He continued to touch my c.litoris and gently massaged it in that position. I can't help leaning my head back. My nails got stuck in his muscles.

"There? Is that a good place?"

Because of his flirtatious language, I wanted to tell him no. This is too much. But just before I opened my mouth, he did it again. I can't keep quiet any longer. All the moaning and whimpering and wet, obscene sounds came out of my mouth. I couldn't help frowning until he tried to move a little further in.

"What is it?" Frade became a bad boy. His words bring out the l.ustful side of the male.

H.orny bad boy!

"Is it exciting?"

He started, "You look nervous, Eva? You've done this before, right?"

At this point, he then quickened his movements.

He licked my n.ipples, and when I wasn't looking, he quickly penetrated in.

"I am."

Damn it, why do I feel like a shy little girl? I'm no stranger to s.ex, but the man in front of me makes me feel like I'm going back to my first time.

"Jesus!" He bent over and licked my c.litoris. I felt a twinge in my stomach.

"Perfect! You are so perfect!" His fingers hooked onto my body, pressing down on the top of my n.ipples, and the joy rushed to my heart and washed over my nerves.

"So small, so tight, so warm," he sighed heartily.

As the heat rushes back into my body and sucks the air out of my lungs, I open my mouth, and bright colors come out behind my eyelids.

He groaned out something incoherent and then slid his other finger across my spine after I climaxed. My body blossomed into something that no longer belonged to me, something consisting of bright, towering peaks and lush valleys.

It made me feel heavy. My bones were softening. I don't know how long it took me to put my hand on his forehead and gently push him away, trying to stop him.

This is insane!

He gave me a sullen look, and I pulled him up because he looked like he could start over at any moment. And I want to hug him skin-to-skin at this time. Maybe he feels the same way. He lifted himself above me and held me tight.