That Christmas Night By Chance

Chapter 7: Buy One Hour, Get a Night Free?!

"I'm scared. Can we stop, please?" the young woman pleaded with a trembling voice. But... he had pushed it this far. Retreating was not an option.

"Just relax and you'll feel good." His large hand gently stroked her hair, his gentle eyes meeting hers as he softly brushed his fingertips across her face.

"Look at me, I'll make you forget that guy."

Luring her into a false sense of security.

Making her forget the pain.

Yes! He just wanted to shift her focus by leaning in to kiss her again.

"Mmm..."

She was like a naive rabbit, falling for the passionate kiss again.

Christopher restrained himself, even though that part of him was still pressing in. He acted as if he was calm, contrary to the burning desire that was about to explode.

Thud!

He couldn't hold back!

He thrust fully into her when she was dazed, then withdrew his lips and looked down at the connection point, feeling something tear.

Tear...

"Ah!"

Anchisa screamed, pushing his abdomen away with both hands.

"Ah... it hurts." Tears welled up in her eyes, making her look so pitiful that the young mafia felt concerned.

But... it was just a concern. It didn't mean he intended to stop! He continued to press in, letting her small body get used to it, even though the tightness was driving him insane.

"Are you alright?"

She shook her head, trying to plead with her eyes for him to stop.

But... what he saw was the opposite.

Eyes like hers.

A demeanor so inviting.

She was clearly seducing him.

"Okay, you'll get accustomed to it soon."

He comforted her, then slowly began to move in and out, gently but firmly.

Every friction created a strange sensation for Anchisa. At first, it hurt, but as he moved in and out, rubbing against her more, she didn't know why it started to feel good.

It... hurt and was thrilling, indistinguishable.

But... she liked it.

She liked it now.

This host was skilled... he was very good at seducing her.

Finally, when her body got used to it, every time he pressed his hot shaft in, her slender waist responded by lifting her hips to meet him. The sound of bodies meeting, mixed with sweet nectar, was embarrassingly loud yet thrilling...

Mafia Chris reached out to grab her bouncing breasts to increase the pressure and depth.

Thrust, Thrust, Thrust!

Keep thrusting now, because Anchisa had forgotten all the pain. He was skilled due to his superior experience, knowing the rhythm she liked, listening to her sweet moans as she repeatedly called his name at the peak of pleasure, making it sound enchanting.

Her moans fueled his intensity.

The more she called his name, the more intense it became.

Soon, the heated love channel made her climax for the second time, her femininity clenching around his core non-stop. Christopher withdrew, then pressed and swirled.

The young woman panted heavily.

But...

He... refused to let her rest.

His strong hands tightened around her body, pulling her into an embrace, then lifted her slender waist to straddle him in a sitting position. Her beautiful breasts were level with his lips, perfectly positioned for him to lean down and suck on them.

His manhood moved to align with the entrance, holding her waist and pressing down until he was fully inside, before he began to move his hips upward.

"Ah!"

"Do you like this position, hmm?" he asked, not waiting for an answer because her bouncing breasts were in front of him, tempting his lips to tease the tips before anything else.

His lower body moved closer, while his upper body continued to entice her without pause.

Thump, thump, thump!

The embarrassing sound of flesh meeting drowned out the buzzing of the phone, which had been ringing for a long time since she entered the room, over ten times.

The male host she had an appointment with sat waiting for hours, sighing in frustration when he realized he had been stood up, deciding to leave.

"Ah, Chris, I..."

"Are you about to come again...?"

"Uh, yes... Ah, ah!"

Anchisa shuddered for the third time, her slender body collapsing in exhaustion against his strong chest.

Panting she said, “That's enough, I think it's been over an hour."

"It's fine, I'll give you another night on the house."

"I'm tired."

"But I'm still..."