Mr. Ford is Jealous

Mr. Ford Is Jealous by Boat of Peaches Chapter 938

effort was futile. Weston's touches only made her tenser.She did not

hands and parted her pursed lips with his finger. He teased her teeth with his fingers and reached to play with her shy tongue. Stella was forced to part her mouth. A little heat escaped from her lips. Weston's eyes darkened at that look of hers. He leaned forward and kissed her. After the kiss, he propped himself up on her side and rasped, "Nervous?" She usually would have relaxed by now, but she was still tense. Stella could barely open her eyes. She said hesitantly, "I don't know. I..." She thought her condition had improved a lot. After all, during the few previous sessions... Weston had given her a good time. She no longer felt as disgusted as she did in the past when she had to grit her teeth for hours without medication. She could only enjoy the intimacy after taking the medication, but she did not quite remember her feelings after sobering up. That was why she would be tense and nervous the next day and relied on the medication to ease her tension. Stella was rarely conscious of the pleasure he gave her. In most of her memories, she could only recall the times she had to force herself to endure or the time he pushed her to her limits until she begged for mercy in tears. When he gave her pleasure, he might overdo it and give her too much. She was afraid of reaching her climax. Stella was extremely distracted and not in the mood. Weston understood her circumstances. He was more patient and gentle with her, but he soon realized something was wrong. She was completely unaroused. Weston could tell that she was trying to cooperate, but the way her eyelashes fluttered as she closed her eyes revealed her true emotions. Weston stopped teasing her. "Stella..." Weston required a ton of willpower to hold himself back. His forehead was sweaty, and his veins popped on his firm arms. "Try to accept me. Hm?" Stella simply nodded, but her body's reaction was terrible. At last, Weston propped up and looked at her steadily. He sighed and got off her. Then, he lay down next to her and took her into his arms. 'Til let you off this time." He kissed her forehead and said, "You must be tired today. Get some rest." Stella looked up at him in surprise. "But you're..." Weston tightened his hug, and she could feel his discomfort. The skin on her leg