Dallas's hands tightened.
He couldn't deny he had thought about it.
She had said, "I want you," so what was he supposed to think?
He must have been crazy, thinking over dinner that maybe she was just a spoiled princess who liked to make these provocative jokes.
If Averi knew what he was thinking, she'd probably laugh herself to tears.
Spoiled and Princess — neither word had anything to do with her.
She was someone who had never gone through a rebellious phase; from the day she became self-aware, she had been calculating how to become the heir to the J Corporation.
Without warning, she bit down, her teeth grazing his skin, her tongue following with a gentle lick.
Dallas tried his best to ignore the wet and ticklish sensation on his neck, stepped into the bathroom, and immediately set her down, as if she were a hot potato.
Averi looked at him with a teasing smile, "Are you afraid of me?"
Dallas ignored her, turned around to leave, only to hear her say, "Turn on the water, it's freezing."
He hesitated, then silently came back to turn on the water.
Averi raised her eyebrows slightly, smiling with an unreadable expression.
Did he really think she was cold?
The apartment had good water pressure; as he turned the faucet, hot water gushed out, fast and loud.
Averi sat on the edge of the bathtub, dipping her feet in to test the temperature — too cold one moment, too hot the next, her intent to make things difficult clear as day.
Dallas kept a stiff expression, letting her fuss without saying a word.
Once the tub was full, and she'd had her fun, she magnanimously dismissed him, stripped off her only shirt dress, and settled into a warm bath.
After drying herself about seventy or eighty percent, she opened the door and issued an order to the man sitting on the chair, "Carry me to bed."
It was only five or six steps from the bathroom to the bed.
She was wrapped in nothing but a towel, just barely covering her hips, her skin flushed pink from the hot water, faintly steaming, like a ripe fruit, ready to burst with one bite.
Dallas glanced at her, then looked away as he approached to lift her.
Once on the bed, there were more demands awaiting him: taking off her slippers, drying her hair—
When she extended her leg again, asking him to dry the droplets on her calf, Dallas's patience finally snapped. He grabbed her ankle, "If all you need is a servant, you don't need to spend this much money."
His features were already sharp, and anger only intensified them.
But Averi just smiled fearlessly.
Finally couldn't hold back? So close, yet so far.
She almost felt sorry for him.
She tried to pull her foot away but failed.
His grip was tighter than her pink handcuffs had ever been; it seemed he was really angry.
She realized the most intriguing thing about him was that, despite his temper, he spoke and acted with restraint. Anyone else might have lashed out at her in the hospital that time, but not him. The most he did was toss her business card aside.
Averi stopped struggling, leaned back, and lifted her other foot, saying slowly, "But a servant couldn't do this." As she spoke, she pressed her foot lightly, then harder, against his lower body.
Her feet, too, were flushed pink from the hot water, her toes pale and rounded, painted in the brightest polish. The soft sensation pressing through the fabric taunted his most sensitive areas, an itch that only grew worse.
Realizing his body was reacting, Dallas shoved her away.
Anger fueled desire, and desire fed anger, the two fires blazing in him, leaving him thoroughly vexed.
Averi collapsed onto the bed. Her loosely wrapped towel couldn't hold any longer and fell away completely.
The round, trembling chest, bright red nipples, twisted waist like a water snake, and the bare, slightly protruding vagina between his legs were all exposed to him without warning.
Dallas was taken aback and immediately turned his back.
Averi spoke leisurely, a smirk playing on her lips. "Got the guts to touch, but not to watch?" She was the perfect picture of playful defiance, turning the tables with ease.
Dallas moved his lips and said, "Sorry."
After not receiving a response for a long time, he became a little uneasy and said, "I didn't see anything."
A faint sound came from behind him, followed by a light, familiar scent. Before he could react, two soft, warm curves pressed against his back. A pale hand slid around to the front, finding and wrapping around the hard outline of his arousal.
Who are you lying to? "Her voice was soft and gentle, with a faint smile." It's so big, I can't even catch it."
Touching him a few times through his pants, his fingers were about to crawl into his waist.
Dallas grabbed her wrist, but heard the person behind him say, "Do you want to start again?"
Knowing that she was causing trouble, my hand instinctively loosened.
Averi took the opportunity to break free and reached straight in, tightly grasping the rough and hard inside.
Hard like this, you still say you haven't seen it. Remember to ask yourself whether your cock agrees or not before lying next time, "said the gentlest tone with the most vulgar words.
Dallas's lower abdomen tightened suddenly, his heart pounding, his length pulsing in response.
She actually called him there——
Does she have any shame at all!
As soon as he spoke, Averi was also a little excited.
Her hot penis trembled uncontrollably, and her palms were sweating, making it difficult to grip.
He is too big, his underwear is full and there is not much space for her to move around. She extended her hand deeper, grasped the soft balloon under her penis, and gently rubbed it.
Dallas felt almost driven crazy by her and tried to suppress the urge to speak out.
However, the more he did this, the more she wanted to hear his voice. So the hand movements became even more unrestrained, even using the index finger nail to scrape the grooves on the meat stick.
With each wave of pleasure, a bead of slick fluid soon appeared at the tip.
How could Averi miss this opportunity? His fingers swam upwards, taking his liquid as lubricant, circling around and rubbing against the glans with his fingertips.
She rose up on her toes, her voice soft. "Feels good, doesn't it? You're dripping too." She teased him, her voice seductive. "Moan for me, and I'll let go."
Dallas sensitively captured the words, and his brain unconsciously remembered her masturbation. Her fingertips were covered in sticky liquid... He seemed to smell the sweet and greasy smell again, his chest heaving with restraint, but he refused to make any sound.
Tsk, I can really endure it.
Averi held onto the glans with force, constantly squeezing the glans as if trying to extract semen. Just as the pleasure was about to reach its peak, she suddenly withdrew her hand and pulled him onto the bed.
His body was unbalanced, and he instinctively protected her shoulders, like protecting a hostage countless times. Feeling the slippery texture under her palm, she realized that she was naked. It was too late to pull her hand, so she had to close her eyes to make up for it.
I'm exhausted, "Averi complained, leaning on his arm and turning her wrist." Turn off the light."
Since you don't want to make a sound, just endure it.
She'd never planned on actually "giving herself"; it was all just a game to tease him. If she got him all worked up, why should it be her job to calm him down? After all, who was really playing whom?
In the darkness, the woman's breathing rhythm slowed down, as if she had fallen asleep.
Dallas looked at the pitch black ceiling without any drowsiness, his penis still stiff in his underwear, carrying the pain of unfulfilled desires that could not be calmed for a long time.
