Chapter 140 He Is Really So Rude

"So, we weren't exactly in sync with the climax. I'll make sure to pay more attention next time," Daniel said, sounding all thoughtful.

How was he supposed to pay attention to that? Wasn't it just about feeling good?

I leaned against him for a bit, catching my breath, before heading back to the shower to wash off that muddy feeling down there. Once I felt clean, I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel.

The weather was getting hotter, and even a thin bathrobe felt like too much.

I glanced at the temperature on the water dispenser and sighed, "If it gets any hotter, I'm turning on the AC."

"Yeah, we should. You don't even want to cuddle with me at night anymore," he said, clearly focused on something else.

I dried my hair a bit and plopped down on the couch in the living room.

"Remember when I first came here, you had a rocking chair in the corner?" Daniel suddenly said.

"Yeah, it was in the way, so I moved it to the walk-in closet," I replied.

"Let's go there," he suggested.

"No way, our lovemaking will leave a smell. I don't want my clothes absorbing that," I shook my head.

"I'll bring it out," he said, heading straight to the closet.

I sighed, thinking he always had some new idea.

He placed the rocking chair where I usually did yoga and lifted me onto it.

I lay there with my legs stretched out. "You're not seriously thinking about making love on this, are you?" I asked, pressing down on the soft, banana-shaped chair.

I doubted it could handle both our weights, especially with Daniel's rough moves.

"Think about it, making love while it rocks. Isn't that exciting?" he said.

"I'm just worried it might ruin the mood instead of enhancing it."

"I trust my control."

I decided to give it a shot and adjusted myself. The chair wasn't wide and had no armrests, so he had to straddle me.

But there was a problem. After a while, he felt heavy, so we switched positions, with him underneath and me on top.

As the chair swayed with our movements, he controlled it well, but I occasionally felt a bit lost.

When I lifted my legs, waves of pleasure hit me, mixed with a sense of weightlessness.

His hands intertwined with mine, giving me a sense of security.

The chair creaked, accompanied by the sound of our bodies colliding and my moans and his occasional grunts.

The sensation was incredible. I could feel him sometimes lifting his legs, straightening his body, and using only his core muscles to thrust.

He was too strong. I was exhausted, my legs weak and numb, wanting to stop, but he kept going.

"I can't, my legs are numb," I pleaded. He quickly thrust a few more times before slowing down and massaging my ankles.

"Feeling any better?" he asked.

"A little. Let's change places or positions," I said, shifting uncomfortably.

"Okay." He stood up, lifting me with him.

In that moment, his cock penetrated deeply, and I instinctively tensed, contracting.

He groaned, holding back the urge to thrust, and carried me to the couch.

I lay on the couch, stretching my legs as he moved slowly, feeling much better.

Just as I sighed in relief, he sped up. I pinched his waist and glared at him.

"I thought your legs weren't numb anymore," he slowed down and added, "They were, but I have iron willpower!"

"No, you just have a determination to get enough pleasure." I bent my legs, wrapping them around his waist, massaging my calves, and said, "Okay, now my legs are completely fine."

He chuckled and asked, "When you glared at me earlier, they weren't that numb, right?"

"Yeah."

Why did he suddenly speed up before I finished speaking? It was really rude.

He chuckled, and I pinched his waist again, even pinched his nipple hard.

He groaned, then sighed in pleasure.

"Why are you like this?" I asked.

"Because it feels great." He mimicked me, making me pinch him a few more times in anger.

He didn't dodge, and I felt his skin was really thick and tough, while my fingers turned red.

"Alright, focus," he reminded.

When I was pouting, he leaned down and gently coaxed me, and I bit his earlobe.

"You'll be out of strength soon," he said, thrusting forcefully.