Her Wicked CEO: How To Seduce A Hikikomori Wife? Chapter 159 - Baby, You Moaned

His dark pupils dilate when he sees her enter the empty bathtub; she sits down, knees up and legs spread widely. He sucks in the cold air when she simpers at him. Her fingers slowly trail down between the inner thighs, touching herself lightly. She parts those folds with her two fingers, not breaking the eye contact once. She inserts her middle finger between the folds, rubbing the swollen c.l.i.toris. 

Looking smug, she tells him again, "If you move, I will bite it hard next time."

He halts his feet, frozen at the spot. No sane man would dare to move after hearing that unless he wants to be bitten really hard there.  Kiyohira fists his hands and glues his back to the cold smooth wall, panting. His rod starts to throb, wanting to be inside his wife and f.u.c.k her hard beneath him. However, the woman is bent on torturing him. Surprisingly, he wants this torture.

Her ample b.r.e.a.s.t.s jiggle as she rubs it harder, slightly lifting her chin up and opening her mouth wider. At that moment, he wants to take those hard nipples in his mouth and feel the softness of her core with his fingers. He watches her tease her breast with her hand -- pinching and pulling her nipples, ma.s.saging roughly, and squeezing her mound hard. She's not moaning, but the sound of her heaving for air is driving him crazy.

Seeing her tease herself like this, Kiyohira doesn't know how he is still standing. Unable to move toward her and take her hard, he is completely under the spell that she put on him. He wants to do what she wants him to do. Is this woman turning him to be her slave? Oh! He's been her slave for a long time.

She widens her leg further, leaning backward. She inserts two fingers inside her. He clenches his teeth. His shaft is aching for her, wanting to explore those wet dripping walls ready for him. She arches her chest when she reaches the apex. He widens his eyes when he sees her essence gus.h.i.+ng out of her core. 

Such a waste! Why he's still standing here? He can't move. "Pity me, wife."

She crumbles down, breathing rhythmically. She shakes her head weakly and her lips curve into a slight smile. She glances at his erect member pointing toward her and wets her lips. Was she a succubus in her previous life? She can't have enough of this man. 

She commands him with a hypnotizing voice, "Touch yourself, Kiyohira."

Kiyohira finds himself touching his c.o.c.k before he realizes what he's doing. Will he jump from the top of the building right now if she asks? Probably. He's too shameless to feel ashamed even a tiny bit. He never liked touching himself. Before he met her, he was rarely interested in these activities.  Unlike her, he's not good at satisfying himself. After she was gone, he became disinterested in these activities again. 

She wants a show and he will try his best to give it to her. 

Like a teen boy who is doing it for the first time, he curls his fingers around his d.i.c.k awkwardly. He moves it up and down while gradually increasing the pace, copying her actions earlier. He presses the throbbing head with his thumb, rubbing it. It doesn't feel right or satisfying in any way. He purses his lips and looks at her with a questioning gaze like a student who is asking his teacher if he's doing it right.

Rie bursts into a peal of laughter, stopping her action and shaking her head. "You are terrible, Kiyohira. You can't even do yourself."

Embarra.s.sed, Kiyohira stops and looks away. She's certainly better at doing herself. When she doesn't stop laughing, he pouts a little. She doesn't need a man to get an o.r.g.a.s.m, but he needs her. He will admit it shamelessly if anyone asks.

"Come here."

He receives permission finally.  He takes long strides toward her. He steps inside the bathtub and bends down on his knees. Without wasting one more second, he lifts her waist and digs his face between her thighs. She pinches her lips together to stop herself from moaning when his tongue licks her c.l.i.t. He presses his lips on her bud, nibbling it a little with his teeth before gliding his tongue over it again, flicking it furiously. Her body trembles beneath him. She folds her legs, locking his head between her thighs.

Her control is commendable. She doesn't moan despite the way he's eating her to his heart content. She's giving all of herself to him after making him wait for so long. Nothing can stop him now. Maybe, she can stop him with her words. The bet is forgotten. Pride? Can it make him feel the way he's feeling now? There's no such thing as pride or ego in love. 

But he wants to hear her moans. It doesn't matter whether he wins or not. He wants to hear her scream her name like she used to. He wants her to know his tongue and p.e.n.i.s are better than her fingers. 

His nails pierce her flesh. He hears her groan. He wants to look at her. When she feels him slow down and move, she clutches his hair and s.h.i.+fts her waist up to meet his mouth again. 

"Mora, Kiyohira, more." Her voice is shaky and piqued. "Make me come. If you don't do a good job, I won't f.u.c.k you."

He chuckles. So bossy! His hot breath tickles her nether region. He swirls his tongue over the nub before penetrating her moisty ca.n.a.l. Her body is tensing up as the knot of molten flame begins to unfold and surge through her nerves, engulfing her. Her body shakes vigorously. He holds her love handles firmly against his mouth, drinking the juices as she squirts out with a loud cry. 

"Baby, you moaned. It's my turn."