TB

CHAPTER 126

There was no splash.

With an effortless gesture, the man placed the glass back on the tray. Lips hot with desire pressed against Grace’s cheek, now
limp in the aftermath of her climax. The man’s murmuring became increasingly faint.

“Ung…”

By the time she regained her senses, they had already moved to the bed. Opening her eyes, Grace saw the man parting the bathrobe that wrapped her body.

“Huht!”

The moment her moistened n*pple was sucked into his mouth, a sharp pleasure surged through her. Her breath, which had finally just calmed, quickened once more.

As she moaned and twisted her body, she could feel her flesh harden firmly in his mouth.

The sounds of flesh being sucked and toyed with were loud. The man’s hands were greedy as they attempted to grasp and round the flesh that kept slipping away here and there. He was especially fixated on her breasts, which had grown too large for even his large hands to hold fully.

“Haa…”

Finally, his mouth left from the tip of her breast. The man, as breathless as Grace, grumbled in a discontented voice.

“I don’t want to share it.”

His hand squeezed the soft flesh forcefully, pushing up towards her n*pple as if trying to milk her. Ashamed, Grace tried to push his hand away, but he was relentless.

“Should I give one side at least? It’s hard to choose which one is better.”

Suddenly, he bent down.

“Uhng… don’t.”

Though familiar with the sensation of her n*pples being sucked, Grace couldn’t bear the embarrassment and tried to push him away. She knew his intentions of doing this, and it made it unbearable.

Regardless of her resistance, he leisurely alternated between each side, then licked his wet lips and murmured.

“Maybe it’s better to feed formula after all.”

Squeezing with both hands, the soft flesh squished into the shape of his hands.

“You’ll be overwhelmed with just me.”

Grace didn’t hide her disgust.

“You’re a hopeless pervert.”

“Shh, the baby might hear. It’s not good for the child’s education to disparage their father in front of it.”

With a solemn face, the man scolded Grace while spreading her thighs wide apart. Her gaze naturally followed the sensation of his touch. Now, she couldn’t see past her stomach, even looking down. Grace tried to cover herself, but he immediately stopped her.

“Beautiful.”

The man parted the bathrobe and planted kisses on her belly.

“No, you’re stunning.”

Lifting his head, he looked down at her with a smile. Where had the devil with the wicked smile gone just moments before? Startled by his affectionate smile, she flinched.

Leon Winston, behaving like a man in love. Had her strategy worked?

While she should be rejoicing, Grace couldn’t bring herself to smile and turned her gaze away.

No, Grace, please don’t forget your goal.

To deceive him, she had to deceive herself first.

Pretend to love. Pretend to love him.