C3 Don't Bite Me

Frederica couldn’t believe it. She actually talked back to Yates. “What’s the matter? You can’t afford it?”

As soon as the words flew out of her mouth, Frederica knew that something was wrong. Sure enough, Yates glared daggers at her, but he probably instinctively already knew that there was no point in arguing with such a fool. With a furrowed brow, he headed over to his phone to make a request for a hangover pill.

When he came back to the bedroom, Frederica’s head was already feeling groggy. Before she could put two and two together, she was being pressed down on the bed and stripped of her bathrobe, but all she could say was, “Mr. Castillo,” and cooperate with whatever he was doing to her. She obediently bent her thin legs so he could take off her underwear.

He pressed down on Frederica hard and watched her face studiously. There was not a trace of drunkenness on Frederica’s face. She simply stared straight into his eyes, unflinchingly, and after a while, seeing that he wasn’t about to make a move, she suddenly said in a serious voice, “Does Mr. Castillo want it or not? If you don’t want it, then I’ll leave.”

Frederica’s doe-like eyes always had a film of water in them, and even when she said those angry words, her eyes didn’t change their shape. They were still soft and gentle. She wasn’t naturally fierce. She was actually a very cute and innocent girl.

He had no idea why, but all of a sudden, he found it hard to look her in the eye. He then rolled her over on her knees.

The lubricant felt cold against her bare skin. After applying too much of it, it slid down her sensitive skin down to her legs. Frederica buried her face in the folds of the blanket and her teeth were chattering. Yates pulled her up and bit her earlobe from behind. Using just one hand, he slit open the soft folds of the meat-wrapped tunnel below and slathered some more lubricant on it. This time she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Yates held his hard dick in his hand, and with the help of the lubricant, he slowly parted her lips and inserted it into the narrow passage. As soon as the head was stuffed in, Frederica pushed against his stomach with the back of her hand, but she didn’t dare to mention that it hurt. She began to beg in a low voice, “Mr. Castillo, I was wrong…”

She was sobbing as she spoke, but at the same time, she was pretty clueless about the fact that Yates’s crotch was burning up with desire. Gritting his teeth, he slapped her gently wiggling butt as she tried to avoid him.

The quiet hotel room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh. Frederica was down on her knees on the soft bed. She was so dry and the only thing she could do was take small breaths. Like a fish out of its element, she moaned very vaguely.

Yates leaned forward to bite the back of her neck as she begged for mercy. “Don’t, don’t bite… Tomorrow, tomorrow they will see… Mr. Castillo, um… It’s too, too deep… Woo…”

Yates paused for a second, then bent down to take a bite. He didn’t hold back at all. Frederica had been panting all along, but all of a sudden, the back of her neck was on fire and her eyes became sour as tears fell down her cheek one by one. She subconsciously muttered under her breath, “Are you a dog?” But of course, it was muttered so lowly, he didn’t hear her.

Yates, on the other hand, was relieved. He lifted her up from behind and pressed her back against his chest. He stroked her lower abdomen with one hand.

He rubbed the faint bulge on her lower abdomen as if he was teaching a child something. He asked her in a rather hoarse voice. “Tell me, what is this?”

The meat stick inside her was squeezed into her sensitive inner wall. She could barely accommodate him. The hidden pain and pleasure fell onto her limbs and bones in waves.

Frederica felt like she was submerged in a sea of fire as she gasped for breath and was unable to speak. Yates thrust hard again and she was caught off guard. “Oh,” she said and was about to give in when Yates pulled out more than half of it out of her. He whispered seductively in her ear, “Nice? Do you still want to play some more?”