"Are you okay?" Daley stared at my arm. "Your arm is injured."
"I was robbed just now, and the robber pushed me down." I noticed that there was a scratch on my arm. "It's all right."
"I'll clean your wound when we get back to the hotel."
"Why did you send someone to follow me?" If I hadn't thought I was being followed, I wouldn't have strayed into the alley, let alone been robbed. The arrow of anger in me was pointed at Daley.
"Martin and Felix are your protectors," Daley explained patiently. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But why are you here?"
"I'm meeting a friend," I lied. "A female friend who lives nearby. When she found out I was married, she wanted to meet me. It was just a casual meeting between friends."
"Don't you think you're explaining too much?" Daley caressed my hand. "Let me know when you go out from now on. If you don't need Martin and Felix to follow you, I'll find someone else."
I don't need special protection at all.
"Well, I'll tell you in advance, Daley," I said, looking out the window as the car sped.
Back in my hotel room, Daley reached into his medicine box for disinfectant and cotton swabs. He sanitized my wounds gently and carefully. As the alcohol touched my worn skin, I felt a chill and a slight tingling.
"Just hang in there," Daley said, applying a piece of medical tape to the wound.
"I'm not that fragile," I said defiantly.
He smiled at me and then took a chocolate bar and handed it to me. "This is your reward. Tough little rose."
"I'm not a kid anymore." I took the chocolate from his hand, opened it and bit one end of it.
He looked at me with doting eyes. I looked up and approached him with the other half of the chocolate in my mouth. As he took the chocolate in his mouth, his lips pressed against mine, and it melted in our mouths.
I stuck my tongue into his mouth and tasted the sweet taste. We tasted the chocolate in our mouths until it melted completely.
"You're so sweet," he said.
"You too." Our eyes met, and the flames of desire at this moment burst.
"I have a meeting in 20 minutes." He hesitated.
"Then we have 20 minutes." I put my finger in his belt and pulled it down. "Do you want to waste 20 minutes?"
"No." He takes off his coat. "Time is precious to me."
He knelt on the carpet and lifted my clothes. I raised my hands and allowed him to take them off. He put his hand on my back and unbuckled my bra. For a second, my breasts were exposed.
"Very skilled, Daley," I complimented him.
"I have more skills than you know," he said, squeezing my breasts with one hand and rubbing my l.abia with the other over my underwear.
I felt a small electric current running through my lower body, and he grabbed my inner thighs with both hands and pushed them further apart.
His face was sinking into my secret garden. He parted my l.abia with his thumb and dragged his tongue across my c.litoris before sucking them in. I immediately felt a warm rush down my lower body, and I couldn't help but tighten my legs.
"Oh, Daley," I called his name, my voice urgent.
"I'm right here." His tongue was still teasing my c.litoris.
"Daley, I can't take it anymore. I think I'm going to..." I said incoherently.
"Squirt out on my face? Good Idea."
"No, I've never done this before." I clenched my back teeth and tried not to let the liquid squirt out of my body.
"Come on, baby. Don't be so shy. Give me all your cream."
His fingers went into my v.agina and his eyes stopped in front of the hole that was about to burst. I could feel his two fingers massaging the walls of my v.agina, slow and fast. As he went faster and faster, the water inside of me began to squirt out.
I grabbed the edge of the couch with both hands and screamed his name. At the climax, I felt as if I were flying into a cloud, and my eyes were filled with golden dots.
He pulled out his fingers, my m.ucus squirted between his legs, and his eyes stared at my crotch for a long time, like looking at a famous painting.
"I've never..." I gulped, trying to breathe again. "I've never done that."
"Good, I got your first spray." He picked me up by the waist. "Then it's another way to make sure you don't leave me."
He carried me to bed, and then he quickly took off his pants. My legs were spread apart again, and I felt my breath stop as his p.enis slid across my wet folds.
"Do you want me to cum in you?" His whisper enchanted me.
"Yes." I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes.
The tip of his p.enis was against my mouth, and when he kissed me on the lips, a huge object slid into my body, reaching directly into the deepest part of my v.agina.
I screamed and he kept pushing. I could feel his s.crotum against my l.abia. It wasn't the first time I had accepted him, but today, it was too big. I doubt it will ever grow.
"Too big," I gasped.
"It will be very proud to hear you say that." The heat from his mouth shot into my ear. "Would you like it to be bigger?"
I groaned, and he thrust and f.uck me harder.
"Tell me, do you wish it go bigger?"
"It's too big for me." My fingers sank into his back muscles.
"I'm sorry, I should have slowed down." He slowed down. "I should have thought about your endurance first."
"No." I stopped him. "I want you."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." I lifted my hips to keep him from leaving my body.
"Give me more," I begged.
"As you wish." He opened my legs with his hands. This time he pulled out more, and then inserted it back into me.
"Harder," I shouted.
His thrusts became more and more violent, and my moans grew louder and louder. Soon I was on the verge of orgasm, and he put his weight on me to keep me still.
Then he pushed his p.enis deep into my body as fast as he could, and I could feel a hard force stimulating my most sensitive areas. I begged him not to stop, and my screams drowned out his low growls.
We climaxed almost at the same time, and he shot a stream of warmth into me.
"I love you," he whispered to me, then collapsed on top of me.
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His Perfect Wife Strikes Back
RomanceWhat happens to a perfect housewife? After seven years of marriage, I am known as the perfect wife. I love my husband Ron, and I've always thought our marriage was perfect except for the lack of an heir. However, on our seventh anniversary, my husba...