Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 929: I like it when you're as desperate for me as I am for you.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. DO NOT OPEN IF YOU'RE A MINOR.]

"Honest thoughts? I wanted you to rip it off."

A low chuckle escaped Zoren as he heard his wife's bold remark. Earlier, she had seemed a little reluctant — as was always the case whenever he was overcome by sudden heat. Yet she always gave in, often becoming the first to want to continue without hesitation. Just like right now.

Drunk or not, Penny was always the same.

"Fine," he said, leaning in for a quick peck on her lips, his hands continuing to unbutton her blouse. "Relax. We'll get there."

To keep her from growing impatient, he leaned in again, keeping her mouth busy while his hands worked.

Penny's bodysuit was snugly worn beneath her uniform. Once he finished

removing her blouse, Zoren would then turn to her skirt, and then to the jogging pants hidden beneath. Layer by layer, it became clear: by the time he reached her bodysuit, she'd be standing butt-naked in a place where young people came to learn.

A part of him knew this was wrong; they both did. But the greater part of them simply didn't care.

As her school blouse slid onto the desk beside them, Zoren broke away from her lips. Penny, catching on, turned around until her back was facing him, and brushed her hair over her shoulder. His fingers grazed her nape, reaching for the cold metal zipper at the top of her bodysuit.

as she felt the fabric part, exposing her back to his warm breath. But instead of unzipping it entirely or moving to her skirt, Zoren stopped

his body against hers. Penny once again found herself pressed

the shell

until she felt his

from behind. With the zipper lowered, there was just enough space

upward, Penny braced herself against the wall. Her knees instinctively bent, but Zoren's arm around her waist kept her steady. The closer his hands to their destination, the more

enough, his hands cupped

sound escaped her lips, her face burning as he teased her with a gentle pinch. The combined heat of the bodysuit and her

her shoulder and neck, his hands still fondling her. Their gazes

mouth, eliciting

the sensations coursing through her. "I like it," she moaned softly. "I like it. I want

her cheek. He nuzzled her with the tip of his nose before biting her

She felt his hand sliding down, dangerously close to her navel. "Renren, what are you —

hand slipped beneath the waistband of her jogging pants. The snugness of the bodysuit didn't hinde him, and the garter of her skirt offered

massaging the top of her folds before gliding down to

low in her ear. "You always complain about my

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All she could focus on was his touch - deliberate,

he continued teasing her entrance. His finger lingered there, occasionally