"Alright, I'll believe you for now. Go take a shower and get some sleep. You reek of perfume, and it's gross."
Perfume? Really?
I just showered not too long ago. How could I smell like perfume?
I couldn't believe it, so I raised my arms and sniffed around, but I couldn't catch any whiff of the perfume Scarlett was talking about.
"Are you sure? I don't smell anything."
"I said it's there, just go!" Scarlett snapped, giving me a little smack on the butt with a stick.
Have I been too soft on Scarlett? Is that why she's acting so bold now?
I casually pulled Scarlett into my arms, leaning back against the wall under the stairs. "You hit me?"
Scarlett squirmed, trying to break free, but she didn't have the strength.
She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I'm Ryan's wife. Can't I hit you?"
"You can, but there's a price," I whispered back, my breath tickling her ear.
She shivered slightly at my warm breath.
I held her waist tightly, feeling her movements. From what I've seen, most women tremble during climax.
Seeing Scarlett tremble, I suddenly wanted to see her at that moment.
After all, I'd watched her and Ryan twice, but I'd never seen her climax.
I couldn't help but ask, "Has Ryan ever made you climax?"
Scarlett blushed. "What are you talking about?"
"Come on, tell me. I want to know." I placed a hand on her butt, giving it a squeeze to urge her.
"No, he hasn't. You've seen it yourself, just a few minutes. How could that make me climax?" Scarlett's voice grew quieter, less confident, and her blush deepened.
Damn, this shy Scarlett was even more attractive than Sophia and Grace during climax.
My cock hardened again, pressing against Scarlett's soft belly.
Scarlett noticed and started pushing my shoulders, trying to break free.
But I tightened my grip, holding her even closer.
Suddenly, Scarlett's arms went weak, and she fell into my arms. Her nose brushed against my lips.
Her high nose bridge and delicate skin touched my lips, her warm breath on my chin, and heat drifted down to my neck.
My blood boiled, feeling like my whole body was on fire.
"Scarlett, help me out," I whispered in her ear, my voice hoarse.
"How?" Scarlett's reaction mirrored mine, her legs getting weak.
"Let me inside you."
"No! That's not happening!"
"Then use your breasts to help me finish." I placed my hand on her chest, giving it a firm squeeze.
Scarlett bit her lip, a soft sound escaping her nostrils.
She was wearing simple long-sleeved pajamas, but no bra underneath.
Even through the fabric, I could feel the softness of her breasts and her hard nipples.
I massaged her breasts, feeling them harden in my palm, standing tall and firm.
"Help me out, Scarlett. I need to finish."
"But Ryan's home," she said, clutching my clothes, her eyes full of nervousness.
"It's fine, he's asleep. We'll be quiet, he won't know."
"Where should we do it?" she asked.
Good question. Definitely not downstairs. If Ryan woke up and saw Scarlett helping me out with her breasts, he'd lose it.
Then I remembered what Scarlett said last night when Ryan knocked on the door while we were in my room.
"Let's go to my room. If Ryan wakes up, I have a place to escape."
"Okay. But wait." Scarlett walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out a thick, long cucumber. "Let's go upstairs."
I pointed at the cucumber, confused. "What's that for?"
Using her breasts to help me finish, what did she need a cucumber for? Was she planning to snack on it midway to keep her energy up?
I knew I was good in bed, but did she really need a cucumber?
"Don't worry about it. If you want this, let's go upstairs." Scarlett blushed, avoiding my gaze.
But seriously, what could be more important than Scarlett helping me out?
"I want to, of course I do!" I said, grabbing her wrist and quietly heading upstairs.
As we reached the second floor, I even lightened my breathing.
Even though I knew Ryan slept like a log, I still felt guilty. After all, Scarlett was about to help me out with her huge breasts.
We made it to my room without a hitch, and I gently closed and locked the door.
"Can you tell me now what the cucumber's for?"
"You're not a virgin anymore, you're an adult. Don't you get it?"
Her words from last night about masturbation echoed in my mind. Was she planning to use a cucumber?
Actually, that was a good idea. It would make Ryan believe even more that Scarlett came to my room to masturbate.
But now that Scarlett was with me, did she still need a cucumber?
The cucumber was almost as long as my arm, but not as thick as my cock.
I took the cucumber from her hand and tossed it onto the gaming chair nearby.
"Scarlett, you're with me now. You don't need a cucumber. My cock and fingers can help you."
With that, I took her hand and placed it on my crotch.
This time, she obediently spread her palm and gently rubbed my cock with her soft hand.
I let out a comfortable sigh, feeling even more pleasure than when I was with Sophia and Grace.
"Scarlett, you're doing great. Take off your pajamas and let my cock slide between your breasts."
"Okay." She used her other hand to unbutton her collar, one button at a time.