Chapter 128: Unruly
Claire’s words trailed off as she let out a soft moan. Frederick, intrigued, looked at her intently. At that moment, Claire was a mess—her hair disheveled, and a large patch beneath her soaked. Sweat glistened on her forehead, causing strands of hair to cling to her face.
Meanwhile, Frederick sat upright and composed, his clothes perfectly in place. Despite the intense actions of his hands that would make anyone uncomfortable, he maintained an air of calm control, embodying the very definition of a gentleman. The stark contrast between them only deepened Claire’s embarrassment, making her feel utterly unrestrained and reckless.
Noticing that Claire hadn’t responded for a while, Frederick added another finger. “Ah! Mmm!” Claire found herself overwhelmed; three fingers felt like too much, as if she might burst. After all, she had only been with Frederick once before.
Yet, as the initial discomfort faded, she began to feel waves of pleasure rising with each of his movements. With each surge of sensation, Claire gradually lost herself in the experience.
“Ah, it feels so overwhelming! Frederick, please, I’m begging you. Don’t keep doing this!” Claire gasped between soft whimpers, her voice trembling with urgency.
“How overwhelming is it?” Frederick asked, a satisfied smirk forming on his lips.
“It really is too much! I feel like I can’t hold back any longer. I just want to scream, to call out. Mmm!” Even at this moment, Claire struggled to maintain her composure, her inner resolve still fighting against the rising tide of pleasure.
“Then let it out! Scream! Call out!” Frederick felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment swell within him at her words.
“No, no, we can’t. We’re in a hospital.” Claire shook her head quickly, recalling the last time a nurse had come in, feeling an overwhelming sense of embarrassment.
“And what if we are? It’s late; no one will come in. Richard is outside keeping watch.” Frederick had an unexpected urge to hear Claire scream with abandon.
“What? Richard?” The mention of Richard’s name made Claire even more anxious. She pressed her lips tightly together, glancing nervously toward the door, terrified of making any sound that might alert him.
However, Frederick continued his movements, and the sensation of three fingers was more than Claire could bear. Her face flushed bright red, and beads of sweat dripped steadily from her forehead. Seeing the deep crimson of Claire’s cheeks and the veins in her neck pulsing, Frederick worried she might overwhelm herself. He quickly grabbed his phone, found a random TV show, and turned up the volume, placing it on the table to create some background noise.
With the sound filling the room, Claire felt a bit more at ease. As the pressure built inside her became unbearable, she finally released her grip and gasped for fresh air. “Ha! Ha! Ah!” But even as she breathed deeply, a sound escaped her lips. She felt the wet, empty sensation beneath her, each moment bringing a wave of satisfaction that built upon the last, intensifying with every thrust. Finally, at a certain point, she reached her climax.
It was an unprecedented feeling of bliss, like experiencing a refreshing rain after a long drought in the desert or as if she had escaped the pull of gravity and was floating on a cloud.
“Mmm, I want it! Please, just do it to me—I want it so badly.” In that moment of overwhelming pleasure, Claire completely lost her sense of reason and her grasp on herself. She continuously caressed her body, gripping Frederick’s hand to guide it over herself. When his hand found one breast, she instinctively reached for the other, creating a rhythm of shared exploration.
Frederick watched Claire with growing desire, unable to resist the urge to pin her down and ravage her completely. Lost in his thoughts, he acted on that impulse. However, his fervor was overwhelming; he was so intense that it nearly brought Claire to tears. He was truly out of control, consumed by the desire to conquer Claire’s body, driven by an insatiable craving that felt otherworldly and addictive.
In the heat of the moment, Frederick flipped her around, lifting her waist and positioning her face down on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, smacking her backside to encourage her to arch her hips as he thrust into her from behind.
“Ugh… I can’t take it anymore, Frederick… please be gentle…” she whimpered. “Frederick, it feels like I’m dying and coming back to life all at once. You’re being too rough… ugh…”