Her scalp tingling, Titus Zane quickly compromised.
"Help, I’ll help, put down, put down now..."
She did not want to be forced by him here, and in such an embarrassing position, no less.
In her tension, Titus Zane didn’t even realize that she wasn’t at all repulsed by this man.
Watching his erectness pressing against her, she did not, unlike before, feel the disgust that would send her running to the bathroom to vomit.
The man’s dark eyes held an obvious laugh, like the stars in the night sky, twinkling.
His handso face lightly pressed down, his thin lips covering Titus Zane’s rosy lips, nibbling gently as he sucked.
"Hurry up."
Giving Nathan Moore a fierce glare, Titus Zane’s slender fingers reluctantly started moving.
"Mmm... tighten it a little more..."
A humming sound carried an unquestionable command.
"What a hassle!" Titus Zane complained disdainfully. Eager to get him off quickly, she obediently tightened her fingers.
The temperature of her palm was hot and firm, but Titus Zane, intent on finishing swiftly, paid it no attention.
"Too tight, loosen it a bit." Lips wandering over her neck, another command ca out, his shaky breathing signifying his arousal, his clearly articulated fingers probing beneath the fabric of Titus Zane’s long dress. "Like the tightness here."
Titus Zane...
An exasperated roar burst beside Nathan Moore’s ear.
"How would I know myself!"
Nathan Moore laughed, his full forehead pressing against hers, his dark eyes curving with his clear amusent.
"I’ll teach you." His clearly articulated fingers covered the back of Titus Zane’s hand, moving together with hers.
...
Listening to the man’s quick but prolonged breaths, Titus Zane was already losing patience.
"How much longer!"
The man’s lips and tongue lingered at her nape and neck, a voice imbued with laughter echoing.
"Call my na for five minutes and it’ll be done; don’t call, and I can last for an hour."
Seemingly recalling that Titus Zane wouldn’t willingly call his na, he arrogantly threatened her.
"Pervert!" Titus Zane glared in disgust, but in order to get it over with, she reluctantly called out, "Nathan Moore!"
"The feeling’s not right, there’s no emotion."
Titus Zane...
Damn, playing hard to get now!
Suppressing her rage, she raised her voice a notch. "Nathan Moore!"
"Is that how you called Logan Ray when you were with him?"
Titus Zane...
Who knows what goes on in this man’s head, to make such comparisons at a ti like this.
Not wanting to entangle with him any longer, her bosom almost bursting from his kneading.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried hard to recall every mont with Logan Ray.
A soft murmur slipped from her rosy lips, "Nathan Moore..."
"Hmm, that’s better, drop the surna."
Titus Zane...
She exhaled a helpless sigh and licked her lips.
"Nathan... Nathan Moore..."
"Good girl," Nathan Moore’s husky voice rose from her collarbone along with his increasingly heavy breathing, "Keep calling, call my na..."
"Nathan Moore..."
Two minutes later, the man let out a low growl, his handso face buried in Titus Zane’s shoulder as he gasped for breath.
"So dirty!" Washing the stickiness from her palm under the faucet, Titus Zane couldn’t help but complain out loud.
The man who had just cleaned himself up, seemingly in a good mood, did up his belt, turned around, and pressed his robust chest against Titus Zane’s back. With his articulated fingers, he grabbed her hand and washed it clean under the faucet with her.
Titus Zane turned her gaze to the man clinging to her face, his lips slightly raised, his eyes and brows soft.
"Carry, why did it take you so long to throw away the fruit core?" ca Jon’s voice, accompanied by footsteps.
Titus Zane tensed up, having been so focussed on finishing quickly that she’d forgotten...
Her mother and Jon were still sitting in the living room.
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