Chapter 112
The soothing water cascaded over Elizabeth's body. Through the mist, thinking about what was about to happen, she couldn't help but blush.
The next second, the bathroom door swung open.
Even though she knew it could only be Jacob, Elizabeth couldn't help but look over.
Jacob had somehow already stripped completely naked, his wild, masculine physique creating a powerful visual impact.
Between the man's strong legs hung his unusually large penis.
Elizabeth's gaze fell upon it, and she couldn't help but shudder, unable to forget the torment that thing had once put her through.
She spoke with some panic, "Mr. Smith, I'm not done yet."
"It's okay, I want to wash with you." Jacob seemed to see through Elizabeth's discomfort and showed a rare teasing smile. Her naked body was displayed before him, and Elizabeth saw his penis stand erect because of it.
She stared blankly as he approached, watching him pump some body wash into his hand.
He wrapped her in his embrace from behind, squeezed out a pump of body wash, and his foam-covered, large hands covered her breasts. They felt so good he wanted to knead them roughly, but he restrained himself, only rubbing them suggestively with his thumbs.
So he played with them with slight regret, his caresses making the woman in his arms lose her strength and lean backward.
His penis pressed against her bottom, quickly hardening to its fullest from her body.
Jacob lowered his head to kiss her cheek, hot water droplets falling from her wet hair.
Elizabeth was aroused by him and turned her head to accept the man's demanding kiss.
Their lips and tongues intertwined. Jacob kissed fiercely and forcefully, as if he wanted to devour Elizabeth whole.
After a long, lingering kiss, Elizabeth gasped, "Fuck me."
She was almost going crazy. Jacob kept teasing her, but never took the next step.
Jacob certainly wanted to as well, but he deliberately didn't want to let her have her way so quickly.
In their previous sex, he had only ever cared about himself. This time, no matter what, he wanted to please her first.
So he washed his right hand clean and explored down Elizabeth's body, while biting her ear and murmuring, "Don't rush, baby. I know you want me badly."
Elizabeth's face flushed red, and she glared at him in annoyance.
Making it seem like she was begging him to have sex!
Jacob noticed this, ground his teeth—she really didn't know what was good for her!
He was being generous enough to give her foreplay, and instead of being grateful, she actually glared at him!
Revenge came quickly. Elizabeth only felt two fingers skillfully penetrate her vaginal opening, then rapid and crazy thrusting, simulating the motion of a sex organ going in and out, constantly rubbing against the folds of her vaginal walls.
Elizabeth felt so good her scalp tingled. She reached back to hook her arm around Jacob's neck, tightening around him as his movements quickened. Jacob laughed and cursed, "Elizabeth, are you trying to strangle your husband?"
Elizabeth didn't respond, so Jacob turned her around to face him, leaning down to suck on her already clean nipples.
His tongue circled and licked, then sucked like a nursing baby.
Elizabeth bit her lip tightly, refusing to make a sound, or else he would definitely tease her.
The long foreplay finally ended. When Jacob finally lifted his penis to enter her body, Elizabeth grabbed it.
Elizabeth smiled mischievously as she gripped his penis, scratching at his opening with her fingernail. He groaned in both pain and pleasure, couldn't help but spank her bottom, "Stop messing around, you little troublemaker. Hurry up and stick your ass out."
Elizabeth, however, squatted down and took his glans into her mouth.
When the warm mouth wrapped around him, Jacob felt amazing. Then Elizabeth used her tongue to please him with all her might. Jacob wasn't satisfied and held her head, thrusting into that mouth as if it were a woman's vagina.
Elizabeth tried hard not to let her teeth hurt the man, but she was choked into retching by his thrusts, so she had to slap Jacob, signaling him to hold back a little.
Jacob ejaculated a thick white liquid in her mouth, then pulled Elizabeth in for more kisses.
Elizabeth pushed him away and said helplessly, "Let's get out first."
Jacob was very proactive, helping her dry off and carrying her out in his arms.
He took the hairdryer to blow-dry her wet, long hair, but his eyes stuck to her body like hooks.
Elizabeth noticed his undisguised gaze and felt a bit uncomfortable, "Mr. Smith, please get my nightgown."
Jacob smiled and didn't move, "Are you shy?"
Elizabeth closed her eyes, feeling like she didn't know how to face this changed Jacob.
But he started kissing her again.
From her forehead, her face, all the way down.
When the kiss reached her lower abdomen, Elizabeth subconsciously covered the area between her legs, only to have Jacob gently yet firmly move her hand away.
He had already started going down on her.
Last time Elizabeth still pretended to be asleep; this time it was impossible for her to pretend not to know anymore.
It seemed Jacob didn't mind. At this thought, Elizabeth's mind suddenly went blank.
Jacob's tongue dominantly parted her folds, precisely finding that sensitive nub, then mercilessly sucking and licking it.
Elizabeth couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together, the inside of her thighs feeling his fuzzy hair and his face.
That nimble tongue desperately burrowed into her body, going deeper and deeper.
This pleasurable torment continued for who knew how long before Jacob lifted one of Elizabeth's legs.
He knelt on the sofa with half his body, the other half standing on the ground for balance.
Then he guided his penis, slowly pushing into that tight, wet passage.
The thick thing entering Elizabeth's vagina, different from fingers and tongue, almost smoothed out the folds.
Even after having sex with him multiple times, Elizabeth still couldn't easily accommodate such an impressive size.
But this time her vagina was wet and slippery enough, and Elizabeth only felt indescribable pleasure.
But penetration was just the beginning. When Jacob thrust to the deepest point, as if confirming her limit, the storm-like fierce thrusting that followed made Elizabeth almost lose consciousness, abandoning all other thoughts to focus solely on receiving the man's impacts.
The sofa was too narrow to move freely. He simply lifted and held her in his arms, making her wrap her legs around his waist, continuing those soul-deep thrusts while walking around.
Elizabeth's half-dry long hair swayed in the air with the movement, the scent of shampoo mixed with the smell of lust, completely igniting Jacob's last bit of reason.