Try Begging

Episode 223

As soon as she was completely naked, a chill ran through her and goosebumps appeared. Grace held her breath, suppressing her trembling.

The man stroked her face with his knuckles and pushed her messy hair behind her ear. His fingers, which had been gently tracing the back of her ear, slid along the nape of her neck, up her shoulder, and down to touch Grace's naked body, which was lying sideways. Every place his fingertips touched became hot as if they were on fire.

At that moment, I was vaguely wondering if it was my body or the man's fingertips that were shaking.

As soon as the hand fell away, Grace flinched. The man tapped the tip of her nipple, which had risen without her even touching it, as if to show her this. Grace did not yield to the unspoken request to stop pretending to be asleep, even though she was awake.

"I don't have any hobbies with sleeping women. The most fun is when you try to bite me. With your upper or lower mouth."

Knock knock. Click.

Following the drawer, a small metal box opened. The soft friction that followed made Grace's heart start to beat faster.

"But as I said before, you're always hot no matter what you do. Sometimes, I would look down at you while you were sleeping deeply. I'd even think about putting it between your sleeping legs."

The foot of the bed felt like it was sinking, and then a warm body wrapped around my trembling body, and his lips touched my cheek. It was the moment when the two legs held by the man's hand were pushed up. Something heavy pressed down on Grace's vagina.

"But when I thought about it, it seemed impossible."

"Ahh!"

"There's no way you'll be able to sleep."

"Ah, haaug... ."

"Are you awake, honey?"

The man finally opened his eyes and faced Grace head-on, smiling mischievously and shaking his waist violently. The thick pillar of flesh thrust in and out. Grace, who was slowly losing her sense of reason due to the pleasure that came with each thrust, suddenly came to her senses and pushed away the man who was sucking her lips.

"Even the tortoise shells are cute."

The smile made Grace angry, so she pushed it away, but the man laughed even harder and teased Grace.

"Yeah, yeah... ."

The rejected lips traced down the nape of her neck and licked her nipple for a long time. Every time he sucked and lightly bit the flesh where her nerves were concentrated, her vision became dizzy and her breath caught in her throat. The fact that the man had timely pushed the sensitive spot between her legs up with the tip of his penis and crushed it also played a part in keeping Grace from coming to her senses.

"ha...."

Only after our lips parted did the breath I finally swallow feel sweet. However, as soon as my pitch-black vision cleared, the man started his mischievous ways again.

"Ah, uh... ."

He was playing with her nipples, which were soaked with saliva, by pulling them with his fingertips and flicking them. Then, he suddenly covered her lips, and when the sticky kiss ended, she let out a breath and said.

"You don't have to kiss me first today."

"why?"

Grace gasped for breath as her back pain began to return.

"If I don't get compensation, it's not like I'm selling my body?"

"I hate you because you're smart."

The man, who had been shaking his waist while placing his hands on the front and back of her head and in a position to embrace her, let out a breath that could not be determined as a groan or a sigh into Grace's ear before demanding again.