Bala: The Duke's Contract Wife

A Room Inside the Library (2) | 18+

*still explicit and mature scenes*

Victor put Rose's body into the bed. The girl didn't even ask about the existence of a room in the library, but instead, she immediately pulled Victor's body over her on the mattress.

Although Victor was aroused, he restrained himself. He wanted to enjoy his time with the girl in front of him. And this time, the man was determined to make Rose enjoy their intimate action, both when doing it and after. So he held back when Rose's hand dropped into his pants. Victor slapped away Rose's hand and stood up from the bed.

Rose frowned seeing Victor's attitude. The girl thought Victor had agreed to fulfill her desires. Not fair, thought Rose. The man had already ravaged Roses with his hot touch yet he refused to give her the satisfaction she needed?

The girl was just about to protest when Victor said in a low tone, "Take your dress off. Slowly."

For a moment Rose just looked at Victor, making sure the man was serious about what he said.

So he wants a show...

Rose came down from the mattress slowly. Her eyes were glued to Victor's green bead. Then the girl turned her body away from him and began to untie the ribbon on the back of her dress. She deliberately did it very slowly in front of Victor.

After all the ribbons came off, Rose could feel the bodice of her dress loosening. The sleeves of the dress came down from her shoulders. And before long, the fabric fell perfectly on the floor, revealing Rose in her sheer inner dress. Rose slightly turned to Victor before tucking her fingers on the shoulder straps of her inner dress. Then with one smooth and slow movement, she lowered her inner dress to the floor as well.

Rose stood perfectly naked before Victor.

"You're not wearing a corset?" asked Victor.

Rose clicked her tongue. "Don't like it. It's hard to breathe."

Victor walked slowly towards Rose who still had her back from him. Then the man traced Rose's back using his fingers. From the nape to the waist. Rose got goosebumps because of Victor's touch.

Deciding that she didn't want to wait too long, she twisted her body and walked to him. The girl walked to him. Then started unbuttoning Victor's shirt one by one. Victor let her strip him. Before long, the black shirt with gold embroidery on the collar and shoulders fell on the floor, showing Victor's solid body.

It was Rose's turn to traveled her fingers down on Victor's broad chest. She swore she felt Victor's breath become rough when Rose touched him. Rose's hand kept traveling down until it reached Victor's belt. Still holding Victor's gaze, she opened the belt, removing it from Victor's pants. Then boldly, she pulled victor's pants toward her. Victor staggered slightly following the pants. The distance between them was almost nonexistent.

A smile crept to Victor's lips. "I like you like this, Rose," he said.

"You better not get used to it, Duke– I mean, Vic."

"Why not?" With ease, Victor again lifted Rose after she dropped his pants to the floor. Reflexively, Rose's legs hooked themselves on Victor's back while her hands circled around the man's neck. Victor sat on the bed, leaning on the bedframe, then placed Rose on his lap. Rose could feel Victor's still hardened manhood under her crotch.

Feeling his bulge made Rose even wetter. Slowly, Victor moved Rose's hips along his manhood. Lubricating Victor's intimate tool with her juice.

But then Victor stopped again. He put his hands on the bed and annoyingly, Rose felt a loss at that. Her passion had peaked. The girl really needed a release. Nevertheless, she did not dare to insert Victor's manhood without the man's permission.

Rose looked at Victor as if begging. Honestly, she felt she was so lame at the time. So hooked was she with the man's touch that she willingly begged... although not blatantly. All her life, Rose never begged. Not even to Rendre.

Only to Victor... Somehow the man was able to make Rose feel things she had never felt before.

"Try putting it in yourself," said Victor, "so you can set your own pace."

The girl thought it was a joke at first. Then she looked down, looking at Victor's manliness that almost reaching her lower abdomen. Suddenly, Victor spat on his own intimate device. "Lubrication," Victor told Rose with a small smile, "so you don't hurt anymore."

Hesitantly, Rose touched his shaft. Rose's fingers could barely circle Victor's. He moaned at her touch. That, somehow–ah, there were too many 'somehow' moments that she experienced while being with Victor–motivated her to move her hand. From the base of Victor's crotch to the end. A white liquid began to come out.

"Is this hereditary?" asked Rose.

"Hm?"

"For you to have... this big?"

Victor's face showed a wide grin. "You like it?"

Rose rolled her eyeballs. The man was too proud of his own manliness. Although... indeed his was very large. Well, Rose didn't have any other references for comparison because so far she has only ever done it with Victor. But for her, Victor's manliness was so big for her own hole.

"You're going to like it more inside you," Victor said again. His hands went to the back of his head in a relaxed position. A relaxed posture that could show the muscles of his arms. "You are in control, Rose. You can control your own pleasure."

Rose swallowed her rough saliva. Then she raised her hips and positioned Victor's manliness right at her entrance. Her eyes continued to stare at Victor as Rose lowered her hips slowly.