Unbelievable. Isabelle had nearly fainted that day. But he said they ended it in a hurry. How much more pain, how much more cl*max she would have to endure today? She couldn’t even imagine.

“You can look forward to it.”

“I want to stop.”

Isabelle cried out urgently.

“You’re lying.”

A strange smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he spoke. Isabelle froze as their eyes met. Lies were useless in the face of those piercing eyes.

It was obvious how much she wanted him, how much she actually wanted to have his c*ck inside her. She wanted to die. Richt smirked, his lips curling down into a sneer.

He traced his fingers along her straight collarbones and firmly gripped the delicate areas, leaving marks on her slender neck and jawline as he passionately sucked on them. Red marks bloomed in the places he had passed. His heated body boiled with desire.

His thick hands kneaded her br*asts while his hot tongue licked her n*pples. She clamped her mouth shut to muffle the moans that plans to escape, but it was no use. He bit and nibbled on the swollen bud that glistened with saliva.

Her whole body seemed to melt into him. She wanted to turn away from the way her body was reacting, the sensations she was feeling, and the arousing scent emanating from him, all of it. Isabelle whimpered and turned her face.

“Don’t turn your head.”

“Hmph.”

“Look at me.”

The passionate affair from that night kept coming back to her mind. She had endured being sucked, penetrated, and even passed out before finally being released. She wondered if it would be the same today.

“You’d better watch.”

His voice was firm. Isabelle reluctantly turned her head to meet his gaze. The face that sucked on her n*pples beneath well-groomed hair felt alien.

Richt continued to lock eyes with her and sucked harder on her br*ast, as if taunting her. It felt like the intense desire in his pitch-black pupils would devour her. Her soft flesh crumpled irregularly under the teasing of his tongue.

Richt enjoyed hearing Isabelle moan and squirm for a while before moving downwards. He licked gently at her protruding ribs, coating her flat stomach with his saliva. Then, he descended to her smooth lower abdomen and left a deep kiss, marking his territory.

He was insistent despite saying he wouldn’t rush. It was agonizing to receive only small caresses while her body was heated up. She cried out, squirming hotly beneath. Isabelle clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh.

“Should I touch you down there?”

Once again, he saw through her inner thoughts.

“Tell me.”

Richt looked at Isabelle’s face and moved downward, spreading her knees apart, where an erotic scent emanated. He teased her crevice with his index finger and observed the dripping w*tness of her p*ssy.

The parted l*bia, twitching hole, and the tender flesh inside. He touched and spread them meticulously, peering inside. The area that she thought would be swollen from their intense affair last time seemed to have recovered thankfully and appeared fine.

Instead, it was the opening and closing of her ar*usal that stimulated him. The sight of her open p*ssy and provocative scent emanating from her tiny hole drove him crazy.

Instinctively, c*m oozed from her c*nt and soaked his sh*ft. He wanted to put his c*ck in right away and start pounding away like a maniac, but he was patient and held off.

He wanted to torment Isabelle, to torture her, to make her beg and plead beneath him.

“If you give in, I’ll pl*asure you without any reservations.”

Isabelle’s tears streamed down her face.

“Yes?”

“Yes, please.”

Her voice was resigned.

Richt grabbed her ankles and pulled her up, lifting her a$s up, and Isabelle’s body folded in half, her p*ssy pointing skyward.

Richt was satisfied with her posture, knowing she would feel embarrassed. Even though they haven’t actually done anything yet, she was gasping for air and flushed red from the strain.

Richt immediately buried his face in her p*ssy. He didn’t mind the slippery l*quid that touched his nose. He sucked on her cl*toris, and the sensitive flesh immediately swelled red.

With a phallic shape that resembled an er*ect*on, he eagerly sucked and probed inside with his pointed tongue. As a result, Isabelle’s fl*ids poured out, and he lapped them up like a man who hadn’t had a sip of water in days.

“Mmm, ah.”

Isabelle’s legs shook and shuddered under the relentless stimulation As he licked the throbbing area clean, it quickly became w*t again. And when he licked it again, it became w*t once more.

“Mmm, hah.”

Isabelle’s moans broke out without stopping. When Richt had fondled her p*ssy long enough, he lowered his pants. He rubbed her c*ck lazily between her l*bia, then plunged it into her reddened hole. It was a deep penetration, the tip touching the entrance to her womb.

The hard, hot sh*ft slammed in, causing Isabelle let out a loud moan and her thighs trembled.

“Hmph, please.”

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Richt relentlessly continued to move inside her. Fl*id kept gushing out.

“Please, go harder?”

“Mmm, no, please.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll continue until you can’t help but beg.”

“Hmph, ahhhh.”

“Cry some more.”

Isabelle sobbed.

“Then I’ll give you all the c*m you want.”

Richt gradually increased his pace, focusing on sensitive areas. With each thrust, tender flesh accompanied him, entering and leaving together. As he targeted her vulnerable spot, the more she became dazed and overwhelmed with pl*asure.

His massive p*nis plunged deep inside, reaching the root with force. The blunt tip touched the depths. The sensation of fullness was both overwhelming and arousing.

Richt gripped Isabelle’s hips and thrust himself in. As his thrusts intensified, Isabelle sobbed with excruciating pl*asure.

An indescribable sensation overwhelmed her, and she shamelessly bucked her hips. Her slick v*ginal walls clenched and spasmed around his c*ck. The cl*max came with a brain-melting sensation. Isabelle’s c*nt clenched, spasmed, and sputtered.

But Richt didn’t stop moving. He thrust faster and harder, until her body shook violently. Her c*nt, so sensitive after her one cl*max, tingled like an electric shock.

“Uh, haah.”

Isabelle screamed like she was about to die as her cl*max continued to surge. Her throbbing, aching c*nt felt alive, like a living creature.

She could hear his balls pounding against her tight p*ssy, but he showed no sign of ej*culating. Isabelle wanted to cry out, to beg him to end it.

It felt like everything below would burst open. She wanted it to be over quickly, but that was his decision. Her chin trembled.

“Uh, please, stop.”

“Stop squeezing. My d*ck’s about to burst.”

Richt delayed his cl*max. The feel of her tightly clenched insides was so good he wanted to last longer, and there was a strange sadism in watching Isabelle struggle.

Looking down at her face contorted with a mixture of pl*asure and pain, Richt arched his back in pl*asure. The narrow interior grew hotter and hotter, clenching at his c*ck. It was like being sucked into a hole.

On the outside, it was Isabelle who was screaming, begging him to stop, but on the inside, Licht was no different. He was going crazy with pl*asure. It felt like his p*nis might melt away and become useless.

But that would be troublesome. He wouldn’t be able to enjoy Isabelle’s tiny hole with a molten object. Richt pulled himself together and held back his cl*max. He relentlessly thrust into the area that felt like it would wear away from constant friction.

“Mmmm, hmmm.”

Isabelle gripped the sheet tightly, her white knuckles showing. She shuddered at the pl*asure that seemed to be bleaching her brain as Richt rubbed her swollen cl*t.

Due to the position they were in, Isabelle couldn’t properly arch her back or move her waist. Richt found her reaction amusing and pressed harder against her protruding cl*toris.

Overwhelmed by her extreme ar*usal, Isabelle couldn’t hold back and cl*maxed once more. It felt like her brain had gone blank.

Richt’s movements, on the other hand, showed no signs of slowing down; he continued to thrust as if there was no end. Then, as Isabelle felt her third cl*max, he finally ej*culated.

Only after he’d poured out a full load of c*m did he let his raised hips touch the sheets. When he pulled his p*nis out of her tight hole, s*men flowed out with it, leaving the sheets in a mess.

Isabelle lay on the bed with her legs spread apart, unable to control her breathing. She was consumed by an intense pl*asure that left no room for embarrassment. Her v*gina continued to contract and secrete fl*ids.

“How many times did you come? Tell me.”

Isabelle had no energy to answer. Her entire body ached from the long session and from the position. As Isabelle rolled over on her side to get comfortable, Richt snuggled in close behind her, hugging her belly.

“I think it was about three times. We should count next time.”

Richt said, running his tongue along her collarbone. She didn’t have the strength to pull away, so she let him be, and so, he nibbled on her shoulder and licked her neckline. Then he moved his hand from around her belly to her chest.

He cupped her br*ast with one hand and twisted her n*pple between his fingers. Isabelle was surprised by this sudden change in direction, sensing that another round was about to begin. She looked back at Richt in horror.

“I feel like I’m going to die.”

“You’re not.”

She barely managed to squeeze the words out of her voice. Richt continued to tease her, biting down on her collarbone and running his tongue over it.

“Don’t bite me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“It hurts.”

“You like it rough.”

“I don’t.”

“When are you going to be honest with me? Hmm?”

Richt moved his hand lower and biting down harder. Isabelle twisted and moaned in pain.

“Don’t get too close to Viscount Ross.”

Richt suddenly said while nibbling on her n*pple and Isabel was surprised by this sudden mention of Eden.

“Answer me.”

Richt growled in a stern tone. When Isabelle didn’t respond, he pulled her n*pple harder, stretching and twisting it painfully like dough.

“Hmph, ah, okay.”

Isabel finally managed to speak, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Only when he finally got her to spit out the words he wanted did he let go of her red, swollen n*pple. The area that had been grabbed felt numb and cold. He was such a perverted man.

Against her back, Richt’s p*nis hardened. Isabelle tried to ignore it and crouched down, hoping to avoid contact with the stiff c*ck that was poking her. Richt noticed her tension and concern and tried to comfort her by stroking her belly.

“Don’t worry, dear. I’ll give you a little time to relax tonight.”

Isabelle was both relieved and disappointed to hear this. After all, Richt had hinted that they would continue later. She couldn’t believe how much stamina he had and wasn’t feeling tired after doing it like that.

Isabel let out a sigh of exhaustion.