Chapter 104 Shameless

Who was the one who wasn't serious first?

If Manuel had shown even a little bit of seriousness, Catherine might have had a chance to like him.

But since he clearly didn't take her seriously, Catherine wouldn't shamelessly approach him.

Catherine sighed and said, "Manuel, you don't need to keep asking me these pointless questions. Listen to yourself—don't you think you're being contradictory? You never planned to be with me, and you wouldn't even say sweet words to deceive me. Why would you expect me to have real feelings for you? Do you really think money can buy true love?"

Catherine was sulking, but she heard Manuel's muffled voice behind her, as if he was laughing.

"Interesting. So if I say some sweet words, will you like me?"

He leaned close to Catherine's ear and nibbled on her earlobe. "Baby, if I call you this, will you feel anything?"

Catherine was really speechless. "Isn't your baby Isabella? If you call me this now, what will you call Isabella later, 'darling'?"

As Catherine spoke, she suddenly felt Manuel's hand wandering inappropriately over her breasts.

Talking about such a serious topic, Manuel still had the nerve to touch her.

Catherine looked up at the ceiling, feeling like a lifeless fish, completely disinterested.

She really didn't know how Manuel could still be interested in flirting with her after just finishing a call with Isabella.

Wasn't he supposed to be in true love with Isabella? This so-called true love didn't seem to amount to much after all.

Catherine sighed, "Manuel, what about your true love? Does Isabella know how flirtatious you are?"

Manuel's actions paused, and indifferently he said, "Flirtation is a man's nature. What's strange about me doing this?"

Catherine sneered, "Yeah, right, this is just who you are."

Manuel's hand stopped at her waist, "Those men who seem faithful on the surface, as if they aren't flirtatious, are just either unable to afford the cost or being controlled by others. If given the choice, few men would remain loyal."

Catherine instinctively wanted to refute, thinking that Nicholas wasn't like that.

But she guessed that mentioning Nicholas would definitely make Manuel angry. She didn't want to appease Manuel or argue with him now, so she silently closed her mouth.

However, Manuel noticed Catherine's hesitation and his tone turned colder. "What? You think I'm not telling the truth? I'm a man, I understand men better than you. If given the chance to cheat, men wouldn't pass it up. After all, women outside are more exciting. They only hide it because society seems to be more conservative now."

Catherine didn't move, just lying there quietly. She waited for Manuel to get bored of talking to himself and stop.

Gradually, Catherine closed her eyes, feeling a wave of drowsiness.

Manuel didn't say anything more, and he fell asleep, too.

The next morning, when Catherine woke up, she found one of her legs draped over Manuel, and she was startled.

Manuel was already awake, looking down at her with a blank expression.

Catherine pursed her lips, feeling a bit guilty. "You told me to sleep in the bed, otherwise I would have slept on the couch."

She cursed inwardly, how after so long, her sleeping posture still hadn't improved?

Waking up in the morning to find herself clinging to Manuel like an octopus was really embarrassing.

Manuel raised an eyebrow and suddenly pulled Catherine into his arms, pressing his lips to hers in a deep kiss.

At the same time, his large hands slowly moved from her waist to her perky breasts.

Catherine was kissed until she couldn't breathe, and Manuel's hands were wantonly kneading her sensitive spots.

She bit her lip in frustration and couldn't help but use Isabella to provoke him, "Didn't you just take a call from Isabella yesterday? Why don't you go find her now, why do you want to have sex with me?"

"She's not my girlfriend now, she can't help me. Of course, I have to find you to relieve my desires."

Catherine felt like she was Manuel's last resort, and she angrily bit his lip lightly.

The force wasn't strong, it actually felt like teasing.

Manuel quickly released her lips, his tongue licking and sucking down her neck.

His teeth left shallow marks on Catherine's collarbone, then he wrapped his tongue around her nipple, sucking hard like a baby drinking milk, occasionally sweeping his tongue over it, bringing a tingling sensation.

His other hand didn't spare Catherine's right breast, pinching the nipple and pulling it up, letting it snap back, his fingertips lightly scraping the most sensitive spot, soon making Catherine moan uncontrollably, with some juice seeping into her panties.

Seeing that Catherine was already aroused, Manuel released her right breast and focused on her lower region.

His fingers repeatedly kneaded her vagina, pinching her clitoris with just the right amount of pressure, the slight pain intensifying the stimulation.

"Ah, don't..."

Catherine bit her lip, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

Manuel curled his lips into a smile and lifted Catherine's legs, positioning them in an M shape.

Then he suddenly straightened his waist, thrusting his thick dick inside.

The instant pleasure made Catherine's eyes widen, her vision exploding like fireworks.

Her mind went blank, leaving only the extreme pleasure.

Manuel didn't stop, using his waist to move Catherine's body rhythmically.

His thick dick repeatedly hit the most sensitive spot inside Catherine's cunt.

At the same time, Manuel sucked on Catherine's nipple, his tongue sweeping over it.

With both sensitive spots being stimulated, Catherine quickly reached orgasm, her vaginal discharge spraying out, soaking the sheets.

But Manuel didn't stop, flipping Catherine over and holding her slender waist from behind.

He thrust rapidly with a shallow-deep rhythm, each withdrawal revealing some pink cunt flesh. The speed and frequency were so high that Catherine's vaginal discharge was quickly turned into foam by his dick, slowly dripping down her thighs, looking extremely lewd.

After countless thrusts, Manuel let out a low growl, reaching his climax.

When it was over, Catherine sighed in relief, feeling like a fish that had been out of water for too long, lying on the bed with no strength left.

Manuel held Catherine tightly, resting his chin on her head.