Chapter 160

Chapter 160

John hadn't noticed?

That was exactly what was bothering him!

After thinking it over, John said, "Let's head back. Come again another day."

He needed to think of another way.

The butler let out a quiet laugh, as if he'd somehow seen this coming all along.

The car pulled out of the neighborhood and disappeared into the traffic. Through the window, John caught sight of another car passing by his.

"That car just now..."

John felt a little uneasy, but didn't dwell on it — he had other things weighing on his mind.

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The night was dead quiet.

"Everard!"

Rebecca had just stepped out of the bathroom. Before she could finish her sentence, she was pulled against him.

She pressed her hands against his chest, startled, staring at him wide-eyed.

"What are you doing?"

In the darkness, Everard's eyes gleamed like stars.

"I know what you said to Grandpa that upset him."

"What?"

"That you won't give me a child."

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He pulled her toward him by the back of her neck while his hand slipped under her pajamas.

Rebecca's face instantly flushed. "I never said anything like that."

"Rebecca, you're not being honest."

Rebecca cleared her throat. "I've talked to you about this. Oliver is still young, and besides—"

Before she could finish, Everard silenced her with a kiss.

His thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple between them, the soft bud slowly hardening.

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Everard's large hand pressed against the back of her head as their lips and tongues tangled together. Her usually hesitant little tongue was caught and coaxed into play.

The deep, commanding kiss filled the entire bedroom with a haze of desire in an instant.

The early spring night carried a touch of chill, yet two bodies burning with heat and urgency pressed tightly against each other.

"How many days has it been since your period ended?"

Rebecca cleared her throat, her face growing even redder.

"Don't lie to me. It's been several days already."

"Everard, it's your fault for wanting it so much. I just wanted a few more days to rest."

"Rebecca, be more active."

Everard nibbled her ear, coaxing the woman lying on top of him. "I'm sure Oliver would love to have a little brother or sister..."

Rebecca's face turned red. How did he jump to that topic so fast?

Everard asked with a soft laugh.

Rebecca took a shallow breath, letting her hand slide down his chest, all the way to his waistband, where she slipped it inside.

His cock stood firm and proud, radiating a scorching heat.

Drawing on past experience — all those times he'd pushed her to take care of his needs — she gently rubbed her palm over the head.

Before long, her hand was slick with fluid.

Everard let out a low groan.

The long abstinence had left him impatient. He pulled down Rebecca's underwear, found the entrance already growing wet, and pushed inside.

Rebecca braced her hands against his chest as sweat slid down her forehead.

"Lower your head."

Everard guided her down, coaxing her to take his hardened nipple into her mouth.

Rebecca licked it and wrinkled her nose slightly — it tasted a little salty.

"Don't stop."

One hand pressed against her back, controlling the angle of her body, while the other gripped her hip, pulling her down to take him deeper.

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Her body hadn't taken him in for several days, and she was a little dry. Noticing this, Everard gently pulled back and teased her entrance patiently before pushing in again.

"Rebecca, move with me. Roll your hips."

Rebecca struggled to keep up with his rhythm, her hips trembling faster and faster. "Ah... slower..."

The most sensitive spot inside her was hit again and again, sending waves of pleasure through her body, leaving her dizzy and barely able to think straight.

"Rebecca, answer me honestly."

"Slower!"

"Answer me honestly, and I'll slow down."

Everard smiled, his hands roaming over her body, circling the spots he knew made her squirm.

He kept her nerves wound tight.

A pinch at her waist made her twitch, and her walls clenched around him instantly.

A vein pulsed at Everard's temple. He quickly soothed her.

"Relax, relax."

Rebecca tried to focus while he kept thrusting, waiting for his question.

"Just ask already."

"Setting Oliver aside — if I wanted a child, would you give me one?"

Everard watched her dazed eyes, pulled her head down, and drove his hips up hard.

"Ah!"

Rebecca quickly covered her mouth and hit him.

"Be gentle!"

She didn't want to wake Oliver next door.

"Answer me."

"I would."

Everard flipped her over and pinned her beneath him, hooking her legs over his arms, and picked up the pace.

Like a flood breaking through, he gave her no room to breathe, as if he wanted to wring her completely dry.

Rebecca bit down on her lip, desperate not to wake Oliver next door, letting out only soft, helpless little cries — like a lamb being overwhelmed.

It was enough to make anyone's heart melt.

"Everard, Everard, I can't take it, I can't..."

The pleasure pooled deeper and deeper in her core, and her walls contracted faster and faster.

"Rebecca, do you know how much I've missed you?"

Everard leaned down to her ear, and with one final surge, released inside her — hot and unrestrained — making her shudder from the heat.

She lay there with her eyes shut, gasping for air, every inch of her body at its peak of sensitivity.

She couldn't move at all. But Everard gave her no time to recover — he dipped his head and kissed her, lips meeting lips, tongues entwining.

He kissed from her mouth down to her neck, then to her chest. Her top hadn't been taken off, only pushed up.

He sucked and kneaded her breasts over and over until they grew hot and numb.

The cock still inside her hardened again, ready for a second round.

By the time Rebecca realized it, it was already too late.

"Baby, are you tired?"

He murmured softly, his warm breath brushing her earlobe.

Rebecca nodded quickly, her voice soft and weak. "Tired..."

She hoped Everard would stop here and let her rest.

But Everard kissed her forehead.

"I know you're tired. Here, let's switch positions — you won't be as tired this way."

He lifted her body, pulled out, and had her lie face down on the bed. He tapped her lightly on the waist.

"Move down a little."

As her hips shifted down, her bottom lifted up.

Everard gripped himself and entered her from behind.

"Ah..."