Chapter 346 Invitation

Chapter 350 Exhausted

After sitting up straight, Rachel didn't want to move anymore - that hard dick inside felt like it was going to pierce right through her pussy.

Brandon patiently guided her, hands resting on her waist: "Move up and down, like when I fuck you."

The feeling was pretty novel - this was Rachel's first time taking control during sex.

Rachel let out a breath, lifted her butt slightly, then slowly lowered herself back down.

With her controlling the force, it was somewhat uncomfortable but not too painful.

After trying a few times, Rachel seemed to get the hang of it, learning how to find the height that felt best.

Each time she slowly lifted up before settling back down.

This slow pace was torture for Brandon.

His grip on her waist involuntarily tightened.

Rachel was enjoying herself immensely, but the pressure on her waist jolted her back to awareness. She looked down at Brandon in confusion.

"Brandon, I'm tired. Can you take over?" After about ten movements, Rachel couldn't handle it anymore. Her lower back ached so much she nearly collapsed - if not for his hands supporting her, she would have already fallen forward.

The light in Brandon's deep eyes gradually dimmed.

He hesitated before speaking: "I can't control my strength well. You'll be in pain."

Rachel was already sweating.

While moving herself was indeed more comfortable, compared to the pleasure Brandon's thrusting brought her, it was nothing.

"I really can't anymore." Rachel mimicked what he'd done earlier, leaning down to kiss his lips.

"As you wish."

Brandon kissed her back.

He flipped her over, pressing her beneath him again, and with one thrust hit her G-spot.

Brandon held back no longer, gripping her waist as he fucked her with full force, each thrust reaching the deepest part of her pussy.

Rachel's hands clutched his shoulders as intense pleasure instantly filled her emptiness.

"Does it feel good?" Brandon's voice was sexy, and speaking at this moment made Rachel feel like she was floating on clouds.

Without thinking, she blurted out:

"Yes."

Brandon above her seemed to chuckle softly.

Then came his tireless pounding, his soft sack slapping against Rachel's ass with each thrust due to momentum, bringing additional waves of pleasure.

Rachel beneath him bit her lip hard, but still couldn't resist the tingling from inside her pussy, nor could she withstand the force of his thrusts.

Brandon thrust frantically, knowing she was close to climax, pressing harder against her G-spot to stimulate her continuously.

Rachel pounded on his shoulder wanting him to stop, when suddenly her body went rigid and she whimpered.

Everything went white before her eyes, the spasms below and her taut nerves overlapping as pleasure gushed out like a tidal wave. Her pussy contracted violently, fluids continuously flowing out.

Brandon's lower abdomen tightened and he came too, lasting a full half minute. The scorching heat made Rachel's already climaxing body shudder.

Brandon held her tightly, making her receive his heat, his lips against her earlobe, hot breath sweeping across her ear.

He asked hoarsely: "Did you come hard?"

Rachel's voice trembled: "You fucked me so good."

Watching his beloved Rachel's dazed expression during orgasm, Brandon felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Rachel sank into the soft, fluffy bed, her whole body aching as if she'd been taken apart and reassembled. She was too lazy to even move her fingertips, her consciousness floating between satisfied exhaustion and wakefulness.

Brandon went to the bathroom to run warm water, adjusted the temperature, then returned to gently lift her up with the blanket.

Realizing Brandon was carrying her to the bathroom, Rachel's face flushed an even deeper red. "Brandon, I can do it myself."

"Don't move, I'll help you." Brandon's voice was low and husky with post-sex magnetism, brooking no refusal as he placed her in the large jacuzzi tub.

The warm water enveloped her tired body, soothing every aching muscle.

He personally took a soft sponge and body wash, cleaning her with gentle, meticulous movements - from her slender neck to her rounded shoulders, and then every place marked by him.

His slightly calloused fingers caused fine tremors as they passed over her skin, making it hard to tell whether this was washing or another form of caress.

At first Rachel was so embarrassed she buried her face in his chest, but eventually relaxed and let him take care of her, though her ears remained bright red.

In the steamy mist, neither spoke, only the sound of water and their breathing close together, intimate and unguarded.

"Worn out already?" Brandon swept her wet hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing her earlobe as he chuckled.

Rachel shot him a playful glare, her eyes full of charm: "What do you think?"

Brandon loved seeing her like this. He leaned down to kiss her lips, soothing her: "My fault. In a while, when things settle down, I'll take you somewhere to really relax for a bit, just the two of us."

He was referring to the honeymoon trip mentioned before, which hadn't happened yet due to the wedding and business matters.

"Where to?" Rachel's interest was piqued as she leaned against his shoulder.

"It's a secret for now." Brandon teased, eyes smiling. "I promise you'll love it."

Rachel grabbed his penis with a hint of threat: "Tell me or not?"

Brandon's breath caught, his gaze burning as he looked at her.

Rachel suddenly realized the semi-soft penis in her hand was like an inflating balloon - in just one second it had engorged and grown, returning to its pre-ejaculation state.

Rachel instinctively let go, wanting to step back.

But she forgot they were in a bathtub - there wasn't much space.

Brandon grabbed her waist, and the next second that penis pushed into her pussy.

Rachel let out a muffled groan, unable to speak before being interrupted by Brandon's rapid thrusting from behind.

His voice carried laughter: "Rachel, how can you be so adorable?"

"So adorable I want to fuck you until you can't get out of bed."

Rachel braced against the wall, speaking in fragments: "Then let's go to the bed, it's too hard here."

From behind, Brandon reached around with one hand to grab her swaying breasts, his voice low and comforting: "Just this once and we'll go to bed."

Rachel shook her head desperately: "Just this one time, let's do it again tomorrow."

Her legs were already weak.

Brandon smiled without answering, but didn't insist either.

After all, she was now his legal wife.

He didn't need to rush this kind of thing.

After who knows how long, Brandon finally finished just before Rachel was about to lose it, then knowing he'd upset her, diligently washed her body.

This time, he behaved himself.

After washing, Brandon wrapped her in a large, soft towel and carried her back to bed, then personally brought a hairdryer to patiently dry her long hair.

Rachel enjoyed this comprehensive pampering, feeling like she'd returned to her pampered girlhood, her heart filled with sweetness.

She slept very deeply, and when she woke up it was already afternoon.

By the time she finally got ready to go to the company, it was well past normal working hours.