Chapter 78 Lose Control

Chapter 78 Lose Control

Nathaniel's large hand came down with a loud smack on her buttocks, leaving a clear handprint on her skin.

"Ouch!" Victoria yelped, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure flooding through her.

"Moan for me, I like hearing it," he murmured in her ear, his voice dripping with mischief.

His manhood moving inside her, each thrust hitting just the right spot.

Victoria couldn't help but let out soft moans, her pleasure building.

Just as she felt herself getting lost in the moment, Nathaniel suddenly pulled away.

Confused, Victoria knelt, looking at him with desire in her eyes.

A sly grin spread across Nathaniel's face.

Instead of continuing, he slid two fingers inside her, exploring her wetness.

"No... not your fingers..."

Trembling, Victoria felt a different sensation from his fingers, more direct and intense than his manhood.

Ignoring her protests, Nathaniel delved deeper, finding that sensitive spot.

"Right here, huh?" he teased, pressing on it lightly.

"Oh—!"

Victoria cried out as a wave of pleasure shot through her body.

Nathaniel, like a kid with a new toy, continued to stimulate that spot with his fingers.

"No... please... Mr. Cross... Oh! I'm gonna... I'm gonna!" Victoria lost control, shaking her head, her hips moving uncontrollably.

She felt a rush of heat building up inside her.

She wanted to close her legs, but Nathaniel held her firmly.

"Relax, Victoria, just let go," his voice oozed seduction.

"No... it's wrong..."

Before she could finish, Nathaniel's fingers pressed down sharply!

"Ah—!"

With a primal scream, Victoria reached a mind-blowing climax.

Her body arched, convulsing violently as a rush of heat flowed uncontrollably, soaking the black leather seat beneath her.

An unfamiliar and distinct scent lingered in the air.

As the intensity subsided, a wave of shame washed over Victoria like a tidal wave.

Realization hit her hard—she had lost control.

Collapsed on the back seat, her shoulders shook with sobs.

Tears streamed down, mingling with the wetness she had created.

Nathaniel withdrew his fingers, observing her tears with a pang of compassion.

He pulled her close, gently patting her back.

"Hey, hey, why the tears?"

"I... I've messed up your car..." Victoria's voice quivered with regret. "My clothes... they're ruined too, what am I gonna do?"

"You were the one in a rush, not me," Nathaniel teased, noting her mix of shame and anger, unable to resist a jest.

His words stung, and Victoria cried harder, pounding his chest with her fists. "You're awful! You pushed me into this! And now you're making fun of me!"

"Okay, okay, my bad, it's on me." Seeing her genuine tears, Nathaniel softened. "Stop crying, I'll have Sam bring you some clothes, alright?"

Sniffling, Victoria looked up with red eyes. "What else can I do? I can't go out looking like this, can I?"

"Alright, alright, I'll take care of it." Nathaniel kissed her forehead, calming her.

He tapped on the car window and called out, "Sam, come over here."

This was the unspoken agreement between Nathaniel and Sam.

Before long, Sam approached.

"Mr. Cross, what do you need?"

Peering into the car, Sam was taken aback by the scene before him.

The car was a mess, filled with a potent scent of passion.

Victoria's clothes were in disarray, tears streaking her face, her long legs shifting casually, red marks on the insides of her thighs, quite the sight.

Sam's face flushed crimson instantly. He averted his gaze, staring fixedly at his feet, too embarrassed to look up again.

"Victoria needs a fresh outfit, go grab one," Nathaniel directed.

"Sure thing, Mr. Cross," Sam replied, then hurried to the back of the car.

Observing Sam's quick movements, Nathaniel chuckled softly in Victoria's ear, "Sam's a good kid, maybe I should show him this kind of fun sometime."

"You're gonna corrupt Sam," Victoria snuggled into Nathaniel's embrace, tracing circles on his chest with her fingertips.

Nathaniel caught her wandering hand, nibbling her ear. "Life's about eating, sleeping, and love-making, how's that corrupting?"

His voice carried a hint of desire, his hand sliding down her waist.

"Mr. Cross!" Victoria grabbed his wrist urgently, looking at him with concern. "What's your plan now?"

"To keep going, of course."

Victoria was pushed back and pinned to the seat, the liquid on the leather dampening her back.

"Are we... not finished?" Victoria's voice quivered, her waist feeling strained.

"You've had your fun," Nathaniel parted her legs, his heat pressing against her. "I'm not done yet."

With a thrust, half of him slid into her wetness. "You gonna leave me hanging?"

Victoria gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Then hurry... I'm a bit worn out."

Her voice was soft, tears lingering, her hesitant yet eager manner captivating Nathaniel.

"You sly one." Nathaniel pinched her chin, nibbling her lips, easing his full length inside.

He gripped her thighs and thrust forcefully, eliciting a cry from Victoria.

"Ah!"

The cabin shook once more.

This time, Nathaniel didn't pause, gripping her waist and thrusting vigorously like a tempest.

Victoria kept sliding up, her hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, her breasts swaying provocatively with each thrust.

"Slow... slow down..." her nails dug into Nathaniel's back, leaving red marks on his bronzed skin.

Feeling the pain only fueled Nathaniel's desire. He lifted her hips, supporting her entire body as she straddled his lap.

"Move yourself," he patted her buttocks, leaving a bright red imprint.

"I'm too tired..." Victoria whimpered, but had to brace herself on his shoulders, moving up and down.

This position allowed for deeper penetration, each descent feeling like a jolt through her body.

Nathaniel admired her bewildered expression, then abruptly grasped the back of her head and kissed her deeply.

The kiss was intense, Victoria tasting the metallic tang of her bitten lips, their tongues entwined, no escape.

The wet sounds of their connection mingled with their heavy breaths.

"Mr. Cross... I can't handle it anymore!" Victoria's body weakened, pre-orgasmic spasms causing her inner walls to contract violently.

With a grunt, Nathaniel flipped her over and entered her from behind, delving even deeper.

"Hang on," he nipped at her neck, thrusting fiercely like untamed beasts mating.

Victoria was pushed forward relentlessly, her knees aching, her nipples grazing the leather seat, the dual sensations blurring her vision.

As Nathaniel finally released inside her, Victoria went limp.

Thick, white fluid trickled down her inner thighs, stark against the black seat.