“Mmm, mm……”

While passionately kissing her as if quenching his thirst, Jürgen raised his left hand and firmly grasped her right br*ast. Diez arched her back and tightened her legs.

He satisfyingly gripped the area he had been diligently sucking, and with his fingertips, he repeatedly pressed and rubbed the peak. Trapped beneath his body, Diez was caught in mixed emotions. She wanted him to stop touching her br*ast, yet she also wanted him to continue. It would be too disappointing if he stopped now.

Could she have ever imagined that his touch on her br*asts would feel this good? Her right br*ast, which had turned reddish in Jürgen’s hand, was becoming increasingly itchy. Especially the n*pple, which seemed somewhat swollen.

‘I feel like something’s going to come out at this rate……’

The other br*ast, which was being neglected, was growing impatient. She found it frustrating that he was only touching one side. Why wasn’t he touching the other one? She tried twisting her body and rubbing her left br*ast against his forearm, but Jürgen didn’t budge.

Finally, as Diez raised her hand to massage her own br*ast, Jürgen, as if he had known all along, pinned her hand down on the bed.

‘Why……’

She wanted to protest, but she couldn’t because he wouldn’t release her lips for even a moment. Breaking free from the strong man’s grip was especially difficult when she was melting with excitement.

But it was too unfair to give up like this. Why won’t you let me touch the other one….. She let out a dissatisfied sound between her lips. Just as tears were about to well up from frustration, Jürgen broke the kiss and planted a soft kiss on the corner of her eye.

Then he lowered his head, took her left br*ast, which had been unbearably itchy, into his mouth, and strongly sucked it while grazing the n*pple with his lower teeth.

“Ah, Jürgen…!”

Letting out a shrill cry and trembling, Diez suddenly looked down. The cold and rigid Duke Klaus. The man everyone could only revere and look up to was devoting all his attention to satisfying her.

He passionately explored Diez’s br*asts as if they were sweet candies. His face showed how desperately he wanted to melt and devour them, but couldn’t.

The man with perfectly crafted features suddenly raised only his eyes to look up at Diez. He seemed to be asking,

‘Are you satisfied?’

That gaze, as if he was concerned she might not be satisfied, excited her even more. Diez unconsciously rubbed her private parts against Jürgen’s center and embraced his head.

The point of contact was beyond wet, it was completely soaked. By now, it was impossible to distinguish whose fluids were whose. Jürgen’s c*ck, swollen as much as it could be while trapped in his frustrating pants, rubbed strongly up and down against Diez’s private parts.

“Mm, mmm, ahh……”

It felt like her mind would melt from the sensations coming from above and below without pause. Just as his large member pressed firmly between her legs as if about to invade at any moment, he squeezed her br*ast and flicked the swollen n*pple between his fingers. At that moment, Diez screamed in ecstasy, her entire body trembling as a climax like an electric current surged through her.

“Ah, aah!”

Diez trembled violently, pressing Jürgen’s face against her chest until the sensation of climax subsided, then went limp. Finally freed, Jürgen looked down at her as she lay collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily, trapped beneath his body.

Of course, she knew it wasn’t over yet. Although she had reached climax, Jürgen had not yet tasted it.

Desire was saturated in his persistent gaze. It was a look that wanted to thrust his member into her legs many times.

But it was also like a signal asking for permission. He was begging to let him penetrate, to let him fully explore the narrow walls that would tightly wrap around him.

Of course, penetrative s*x with him always ended satisfactorily. But the problem was that somehow, today, she wasn’t in the mood for it. Until he was sucking her br*asts and pressing against her lower body with his member, she had been burning with desire to take in his c*ck, but after reaching climax and relaxing, it seemed too exhausting.

She didn’t want to disappoint Jürgen, but Diez knew well that forcing an act neither of them was drawn to would leave both unsatisfied. Jürgen hated forcing things. So if she spoke honestly, he would accept it.

“Today… I don’t want to go as far as penetration.”

As expected, deep regret shadowed Jürgen’s expression.

“Do you want to end it here?”

“I’m a bit tired……”

“I understand. Don’t worry about it. If you’re sufficiently satisfied, that’s enough.”

Jürgen gave her a couple of kisses on the cheek and then carried her to the bathroom. It was true that she had no energy left; Diez was nodding off as she washed her body in warm water.

Jürgen thoroughly cleaned her body, laid her back on the soft bed sheets, and covered her with a blanket. He didn’t forget to give her a brief kiss with a “sleep well.”

After dimming the lights, he left the bedroom and headed to his study. It was a place where no one would dare enter unless he called for them first.

Sigh. He exhaled and looked down at his lower body. His pants, which had momentarily seemed to settle down, were rising again. Sitting on the sofa, Jürgen closed his eyes. The intimate encounter they had just experienced immediately flashed through his mind.

Remembering the sensation of her soft, plump br*asts and the hot warmth pressing through the fabric of his pants, Jürgen unbuckled his pants. Grabbing his er*ect c*ck and stroking it, Jürgen called her name.

Diez, Diez……

The feeling of thrusting his c*ck into her private parts would surely be satisfying enough to blow his mind. Diez was a woman who actively embraced him according to her level of excitement. When thoroughly aroused, she would hold onto Jürgen and raise her hips, tightly squeezing his member.

He wanted to taste that feeling today too.

The unquenched thirst made him focus more on the act. Jürgen grabbed his shaft and stroked it upward as if wringing it out, habitually covering his mouth.

They had never had penetrative s*x without a condom yet. ej*culating fully inside Diez was only possible in his imagination. Doing such a thing without permission to a woman who wasn’t even considering pregnancy might make Diez feel betrayed.

That must never happen.

Above all, Jürgen didn’t want to do anything Diez didn’t want.

Because in bed, he wasn’t the one who should have control.

Rapidly stroking his member, Jürgen soon ej*culated with a suppressed moan. The s*men that gushed out messily soiled his hand.

Breathing heavily in the aftermath of his ej*culation, Jürgen slowly opened his eyes. He fixed his pants and headed to the bathroom, washing his hands with his usual composed face.

Looking down at his clean hands, Jürgen sighed at some point. Even though he had just put her to bed, he already missed Diez.

Should I go back now and lie down beside her as she sleeps? He didn’t feel like sleeping, but it would be nice to watch over Diez as she slept peacefully.

I can’t stand it.

With that thought, Jürgen left the bathroom. Having somewhat satisfied his lust by himself, there was no reason not to stay by her side.

Carefully opening the bedroom door, the first thing he saw was her sleeping soundly. The blanket he had covered her with was still in place.

Jürgen approached carefully so as not to wake Diez and looked down at her. Listening to her barely audible, peaceful breathing, Jürgen unconsciously smiled.

As he gazed intently at her firmly closed eyelids and slightly parted lips, Jürgen was seized by the urge to kiss her cheek or forehead.

But that might wake Diez. He didn’t want to disturb her sleep. Especially considering how she had been dozing off while washing.

Standing there, carefully observing Diez, Jürgen cautiously lay down beside her. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to have woken her.

Turning to face Diez, he stared at her profile as she lay straight. She certainly seemed satisfied with their intimate encounter. Looking at her sleeping face made him even more certain of this.

Whenever he noticed that she had come to enjoy intimacy with him, he felt reassured inside.

Diez had endured the one-sided abuse and violence of the previous Duke for five years. For such a woman, getting intimate with a man must have felt only frightening.

In fact, it was only long after Diez opened her heart to him and accepted Jürgen as her family that they shared their first intimate encounter. Just as they were about to leave the summer villa, it was Diez who first expressed her desire.

While embracing the female body he had so longed for, Jürgen put aside his growing desire and devoted all his attention to ensuring Diez had a satisfying experience.