CHAPTER 72 - MAKING LIAM ANGRY **In Harriet's arms, Liam's manhood stood tall.
Oh, she had a pretty decent relationship with this 'thing', which had already messed up her insides and even got into her mouth. However, touching it with her hands intensely and feeling every bulging vein throbbing against her palm skin was something she had never experienced before.
Every time Harriet stroked it, she could hear Liam gasping softly. Harriet thus wanted to experiment. With two hands, she touched the erect manhood. Ah, even with her two hands, she couldn't cover the entire surface of that thick and long pen–
"Madam-"
Harriet looked up to see Liam covering his mouth with one hand. The man's ears were red, and a blush ran down his normally pale cheeks. His eyes looked cloudy and unfocused, and Harriet felt waves ripple through her back seeing her husband like this.
The man leaned back against the pillow, allowing Harriet to touch his painful throbbing manhood. One hand that didn't cover his mouth gripped the bed sheet, and his breath hitched softly as Harriet stroked his cock in a way that made him feel good.
Harriet tried to stroke the base of the shaft and the tip together, and that made Liam let out a long moan. His voice as deep and thick as dark honey echoed in Harriet's ears, into her head which was getting hotter and hotter. Harriet's eyes misted at the beautiful sight before her.
"Ah… Madam–!"
As Harriet twisted the centre of her palm on the tip of Liam's sensitive crown, all of Liam's muscles visibly tightened, and his toes gripped the sheet beneath him.
"Uuh–!" Liam grabbed Harriet's wrist to stop her from performing the manoeuvre. "Madam–don't… it feels too–"
Harriet understood and stopped. She didn't want to hurt Liam by teasing him too hard. She saw Liam catch his breath and lean back on the pillow, so Harriet used her thumb to tease the tiny hole in the tip of Liam's length in small circular motions.
"Oh! Oh–mmm–m–" Liam shook his head quickly with a panicked expression. The man glared at Harriet, but in Harriet's eyes right now, Liam looked so desperate.
The man was indeed desperate. He didn't think that letting his wife touch him like this would take him into another world.
Liam could also see his wife's shaded gaze filled with lust. The slight smile on his wife's seductive plump lips and the woman's strong desire to make him feel even better.
The man wanted to push her and put his manhood inside her right now… but…
Harriet, on the other hand, found Liam enjoying her touch so sexy and seductive. This huge hardness between her fingers continued to throb with its temperature rising steadily. Harriet massaged him gently like she was squeezing the liquid inside, and that was when the precum, clear liquid from the tip of his manhood came out.
Feeling Harriet's hand massage a little tighter than before, Liam's waist couldn't stay still. This time, Liam's hands were holding the wooden headboard, trying to hold on as hard as he could to hold himself together.
Harriet stopped stroking him, causing Liam to heave a sigh of relief, but what that woman was doing down there next made Liam gasp.
"Madam-mmmh! Oh, Madam… Madam–!" Liam furrowed his brows, pleading frantically at Harriet, who had sucked his testicles hanging tight under his shaft. "We–agreed to only use your hands–oh!"
Harriet used her mouth and hands at the same time. She sucked Liam's testicles and stroked his cock at the same time.
"Harriet–stop it, I'm going to–"
Splurt!
"Ah!"
Liam's seeds landed on Harriet's hair and cheeks.
In Harriet's hand, Liam was still expelling the remnants of his sperm, wetting Harriet's wrists and palms.
It was lots of white liquid–
"Ah-hah-"
"Hmp-"
"Oh…!"
Liam looked at Harriet with a very red face. "You-"
Harriet blinked innocently. Her heart pounded as Liam gently gripped her wrists and made her look him straight in the face.
"I'm really going to die at your hands, huh, Madam?" Liam asked sharply and kissed the woman on the lips quickly and roughly.
"Did you know I just almost died? Madam, is it because you're pregnant now that you think it's okay to kill me?" Liam asked angrily amid his euphoria.
The man pinned Harriet on the bed, and tore off her skirt and panties, positioning his still throbbing manhood into Harriet's pleasure hole. Feeling Liam's lust and anger, every cell in Harriet's body awakened with excitement. This was probably the first time Harriet had made Liam this angry.
THRUST!
"Aahng!" Harriet was surprised.
Liam was also surprised.
It was the first time Harriet had shouted so loudly, which made Liam blink in astonishment. While Harriet wondered how it could feel this good on the first thrust. It felt like she would climax just by being inserted.
Liam began to realize how wet Harriet's vagina was. The wetness and warmth of Harriet's walls gently massaged his cock, which was still a bit sensitive after the previous climax.
Not only that, Harriet's body writhed uncomfortably beneath him as if she was enduring something incredibly intense. Harriet's whole face and shoulders were flushed, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Milord, why did you thrust into me so deeply?" whispered Harriet in a hoarse voice.
Deep? Liam got confused. He was just doing what he usually did–ooh, was it because Harriet was pregnant? Did her body and pleasure spots change after she got pregnant?
"Milord…" Harriet pleaded spoiled, sobbing a little from the feeling of wanting to be stroked inside there.
Liam felt he lose his breath watching his wife slowly go crazy under his touch. If he had a heart, his heart might have exploded by now. "How could my Madam's body be so lewd?" he whispered.
Harriet felt full as Liam's manhood sank at a rapid rhythm into her. Liam seemed to be stuck in a trance. The man moved in a way that only made Harriet lose consciousness even more.
"Milord–Milord–oh–oh–"
Harriet's mouth fell open, her saliva starting to pool on the corners of her lips, and Liam licked it greedily. A sticky sound and the sound of skin colliding with a skin filled the room, followed by Harriet's moaning voice which was much wilder than usual.
"...so good–Milord… deeper…"
"Harriet-"
Liam gasped as Harriet's pussy got tighter with each thrust. He could feel his lower stomach heating up, holding in the sperm that was about to burst out once again. Goosebumps ran down Liam's spine as if they were being electrocuted with heaven-like pleasure.
"More…faster–"
The man had no idea what had gotten into Harriet. Like an unreasonable beast, he obeyed Harriet's orders which sounded as sweet as honey to his ears. Oh, whatever possessed Harriet had possessed him too, even faster than that woman–
He knew he couldn't overdo it. He couldn't be too harsh, but oh, Harriet wouldn't let him stop.
THRUST THRUST THRUST
"Mmmh!" Harriet's moans and pleads only made him lose in that trance. Unknowingly, he had bitten Harriet's neck hard, causing the woman to moan and cry again.
THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST THRUST
"Ah! Aahh!"