Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 340
TL: Elphie / PR: Mikan
It hadn’t been long since he’d held her, but he could no longer remember what life had been like without her.
Michael thought for a moment and swallowed the small lips that were letting out those sweet moans.
It was a shame he could no longer hear those pleasant sounds, but the taste in her mouth was even sweeter than that.
His body, which had been thrusting inside her for so long, began to move urgently.
Irene’s body swayed frantically beneath him, like a branch in a storm.
Her immaculate b*****s, covered in handprints and bite marks, mashed against his chest.
Their n*****s, hardened with excitement, rubbed against each other, and Michael seemed to like the feeling, deliberately rubbing his against Irene’s.
The moment he stopped his increasingly rapid movements, Irene felt something lukewarm rush into her.
He had come inside her.
Even as he e********d, Michael groaned and moved his hips, trying to spread his seed even deeper.
Beneath their tightly meshed bodies, after a few moments, her p***y spurted the last of his c*m she couldn’t swallow.
Michael didn’t pull out of her until the very end, gazing with satisfaction at what was still inside her.
“Hah…”
It had been a rough start, a rough ride, a rough coupling.
It had been enough to leave Irene exhausted and shaking.
She knew it was Michael.
Still, when she saw him recklessly overpowering and taking her, she thought there was a bigger part of him that wasn’t like Michael. But absurdly, as he continued with the act, she began to feel more and more of the parts of him that were exactly like Michael.
Then it dawned on her.
Michael was never satisfied with one time.
But if she was tired and refused to go further, he would not continue.
If the Michael in front of me now was anything like her Michael.
Irene lifted her head to look at him.
He was looking at her with affection in his eyes, basking in the afterglow of climax.
“Why? Do you want me to f**k you again right now?”
Irene’s answer was filled with vulnerable, honest desire.
“You did it too suddenly… it hurts a little down there.”
At that, Michael’s expression hardened.
He immediately grabbed Irene’s legs and spread them apart.
She squirmed in surprise, but he didn’t seem to mind, and he looked between her legs for a long moment, then clicked his tongue.
“I’m not sure, but it does seem swollen from the first time.”
With that, he let go of her legs.
At his words, she breathed a sigh of relief.
The moment she thought he wouldn’t do anything else, he spoke again.
“Then, darling, can you do it with your mouth?”
“What?”
“If it’s hard down there, then you can just do it up here.”
“No, that’s…”
It wasn’t as if Irene didn’t know what he wanted right now.
Just as Michael used his tongue to caress her between her legs and relieve her tension, sometimes she’d taken his into her mouth, too.
But she’d never been able to do it properly because he’d always pulled away, afraid of hurting her.
And yet, the Michael in front of her now was looking at her with eyes full of expectation, hoping exactly for that.
