~THIS NOVEL WILL BE UPDATED THRICE A WEEK~

MONDAY, WEDNESDAY, AND SATURDAY

Note: This chapter has been categorized as mature and therefore may contain sexual content and/or strong language that may not be appropriate for underage readers.

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This is wrong!

Why could I not push him or kick him? Why was my mind not working?

Nicolai's hands were now inside my skirt. I was trapped in his strong arms and I could not possibly get away from him. As he left my mouth, he lowered his lips down to my neck. He was nibbling it and biting it so that all I could do was raise my body in the sensation I felt. My whole body is burning. If Nicolai will not stop, I swear the remaining sanity in my brain will eventually be swallowed up and accept his teasing.

I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my hand and pinned me while lowering his mouth. His expert hand was unbottoning my white long-sleeved shirt. 

Until he was finally able to open her shirt.

I did not wear my bra because I was not comfortable, so I only used silicon tape to hide my very hardened nipple. My very average, rounded chest was proudly showing up in his intense gaze. I wanted to hide it, but both of my hands were still raised above my head.

What was his intention in doing this to me?

I gulped and almost held my breath. I felt like I was out of breath as he put his mouth on my chest. I felt his hot breath while his mouth was still not leaving my chest. He was fully giving attention to it, sucking, nibbling, and playing with his tongue alternately.

"Damn!" I wanted to pull his hair. 

Nicolai stopped! " I pleaded, hoping he would listen to me on just this one. But he was deaf to my request.

I don't think this man would love me. I remember that he said the other day that he had broken up with his girlfriend. Maybe he just wanted someone to take care of his itchy lower part.

She felt his rough hand slowly insert his hand into her thin garments. Until he found his purpose. I froze when his thumb was teasing my entrance. He purposefully placed it just deep enough in my insides for me to react more strongly to his touch. 

My suppressed moaning subsided when he played with my clit. He was pinching it as his head looked up at me. I turned my face to the side. I didn't want him to see that I was affected by his touch.

But this man already knew that although my mind was objecting to it, my body was fully accepting of his touch.

My legs opened wide as he inserted his middle finger into my already wet hole. I felt the pain. I bit my lip at the sensation I felt. It's been a while since I felt something inside me. He was only slowly inserting his finger, then started to thrust it deeper and faster. I was already dripping and it showed on his finger when he showed it to me. My face redded. He slipped another finger inside me.

"You seemed to like my finger. I wondered what your face would look like when something big and hard is inserted into your wet inside. "

I screamed when another, thicker and longer, dug its way into my insides. He began to shove in and out in a violently erratic manner. My screams were not enough as Nicolai's finger moved in and out repeatedly. My face, which appeared to be telling him to stop, was severely constricted, I was loving what he was doing to me. I don't know that this is feels like to be touched by him.

As my mouth fell open, Nicolai took advantage of it and covered my mouth with his. His hot tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth. I was being devoured by him at the time. In an attempt to access the frail life inside, his tongue scraped aggressively between my lips, looking around. He was squeezing my tongue with a greedy grin on his face, eagerly anticipating my trembling lips. The kiss was so strong that I felt a tingling sensation on my tongue and tried to disguise it. In addition, the more time he spent wandering around in my mouth, the more it appeared to tickle her lower part.

I was gasping for air, when Nicolai left my mouth.

He stood up, unbuttoned, and removed his sleeves. Next, he unbuckled his belt, and he also took off his white briefs and slacks. I was surprised at his angry, huge member that was pointing at me. Something was flowing at the base of the tip. 

He leaned and lowered his body on me after he completely removed my clothes. There was nothing on us covering our nakeness. In the spur of the moment, he didn't wait to insert his thing inside me. His eyes were widening in shock, as were mine as well. He then smiled after and kissed me on the lips, as if he had discovered something.

He grabbed my face and whispered in my ear.

"I promise I slowed down not to hurt you." I nodded my head.

I felt tense. As he gradually inserted his thing into me, I felt the pain as my insides were still tight like the first time. He seemed to be hardly able to move and was being careful not to hurt me. 

But it was too late. I was still hurt that I felt my insides were tearing apart. He was big and huge, throbbing inside me. There was no way he would not hurt me.

"I-Im sorry..." He said and wiped the tears from my cheeks. He continued to move.

I turned and looked down. He hadn't completely inserted himself inside me yet. How much more if he put the whole thing in?

A peculiar sensation developed at the end of the pain that became stronger as he struck more. The sensation I had every time he pounded it in was as if something was rising up inside me. His hands were readily open, and he drove farther into me. My back began to churn as a result of this. The sensation was so intense and unpleasant, but I couldn't do anything but tilt my head and groan at the infinite pleasure that flowed over. Suddenly, my begging voice broke up, as if I were ready to scream out loud.

"Oh....!!!"

My body trembled with fear. I uttered a low, raspy moan. As soon as the haze of the aftermath began to thicken, something began to flow into me. It was quite warm. I spread even more. Something that had been filling my insides had vanished, and his fluids had trickled down through the opening.

It was too late to regret when, in fact, my body was enjoying it.

He was taking advantage of the fact that I was grieving the death of my husband.

I should not forget my husband, who accepted me and became my best friend for many years. The man who stood up as the father of my son.