《Love Agreement With The King》Chapter 196 - Positions
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"We should trust him," Roselyn said after a brief consideration, her kind soul decided to have faith in the doctor and trust him.
"Do it for me. Let him go." Roselyn whispered to John who glowered at the doctor for few seconds hesitating if it was the right choice to do until he gave up only because Roselyn wanted so and untied the knot to free him.
The doctor smiled and stood up, "thank you." He murmured in a shaky voice.
"I promise you to have my word." He said before running toward the door and escape as fast as he could concerned John would change in his mind at any time.
John scoffed slamming the door as soon as they remained alone, "I hope he won't tell anyone." He burst out.
Roselyn wrapped her hands around his shoulder, "John, we have some chances to have kids!" Roselyn exclaimed with eyes full of joy.
John smiled embracing Roselyn once again and holding her. He was so happy to receive such big news but it was even happier to see Roselyn so relieved.
"We should get to work," John exclaimed with a mischievous tone as he smirked and Roselyn giggled rolling her eyes, he was never tired of enjoying some private time with her.
John kissed her and pushed her closer to the sofa. He pinned her down to lay over her.
"You will be an amazing mother," John whispered to her, and a smile formed on her lips.
He bent over her and slipped out her dress.
She wasn't wearing a bra so John took few seconds to admire her breasts and kiss around her lips slightly playing with his teeth and tickling her nipple.
Roselyn breathed out as her breath quickened, "you think so?" she asked. John from gazing at her breast gazed up to meet her gaze.
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"I am sure about that," John said his eyes sparkled.
[smut alert, don't read if uncomfortable]
Roselyn smiled once again, "then we should definitely try to increase the chances to have kids." She smirked, John was hoping to hear her say something like that so he bent over her to trail down the strike of kisses over her belly bottom. His tongue tickled there Roselyn who suppressed a giggle.
John began to massage Roselyn's clit with circular motion and controlled strokes as her breath quickened in response to his gesture. His fingers traveled down through her folds and tapped against her entrance to penetrate deeper.
As he got deeper with his fingers Roselyn automatically lifted her hips and opened her knees more.
"You're so wet." He said when he removed his fingers to take off his pants and slip down his slips to enter in her with his member.
Roselyn whined, arching her back impatiently for him to began to thrust. He couldn't make her wait any longer so he satisfied her desire thrusting inside her and Roselyn threw her head back against the pillow of the sofa.
His hands traveled toward Roselyn's curves admiring how her body was perfectly shaped and every inch of her made him hardly control himself.
John began to thrust in a steady rhythm only to increase when Roselyn clung onto the arm cushion.
Roselyn mouthed for him to keep going that pleasuring dance when his thrusts were so intense that her body soaked in pleasure, she moaned once again when with an abrupt movement he groaned and turned her body around He slipped out to enter in her from behind.
Roselyn didn't expect that gesture and when he thrust at her from behind she jolted and unconsciously contracted her belly as she refrained from pain. He pulled her hair as he moved his hips back and forth ramming into her with rash and fast movements.
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Roselyn choked out a moan lacking oxygen she finally breathed out a cry of pain and pleasure at the same time.
He slipped out his member and Roselyn fell down the sofa. John sat at the edge of it and lifted her from her hips to grab his member and slip it inside her entrance once again as she sat down turning her back on him. Roselyn arched her back, jumping on her tiptoes joining him with the thrust. She could feel inside him so hard and thick that her eyes crossed at her peace. He fastened his speed wrapping his arms around her hips as he cupped Roselyn's breasts leaping as she joined him in the thrust with little controlled jumps.
When his hardness slid off Roselyn caught her breath and turned around to look at him in the eyes as she climbed on top of him once again. He grabbed her hips and helped her to fasten the thrusts gazing at her eyes bursting in passion.
He leaned closer to her breast to take her nipple inside his mouth as with his hands he went to grab Roselyn's booty.
The room filled with moans and noises of skin slapping against its each and quickened breaths.
"John …it feels so good…" Roselyn breathed out tightening against his knees to hold onto him. John's groans and Roselyn's moans in unison.
He pinned her back to the pillow maneuvering her body so easily, switching to a new position once again. All Roselyn could do was let him do whatever he wanted with her because she knew that everything he did would send her in a state of pleasure like if she were up in the clouds.
The pleasure felt ethereal when crushed her down the bed with her back against the pillow of the sofa he started thrusting inside her once again from behind.
Adjusting his hands over Roselyn's hips he grabbed her and kept her still as he began a quick impetuous rough penetration from behind.
Roselyn whimpered out in both pain and pleasure.
"I can't wait to claim you mine for the rest of my life." He muttered neared to her ear slowing his movement to wrap his fingers around Roselyn's neck and nibbling delicately with his fangs against her neck. Roselyn held her breath fearing what he might do. But when he kissed her delicate skin she remembered how to catch her breath.
He kept kissing her neck until he departed to travel his hands around Roselyn's curves and start thrusting once again.
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