Stuck in The Marriage Pact
Chapter 32: He is so strong

Chapter 32: He is so strong

Isabella hugged Hunter tightly as she reached the peak of pleasure; her body trembled, hot and sweaty, her face even reddening.

"Ugh ... Please please, stop ... Stop for a moment," she begged.

Hunter stayed silent, listening to Isabella panting near his ear, then turned and kissed the curve of her neck.

"Have you finished?" Isabella asked, her breath heavy.

"No," Hunter whispered.

"Oh my God!" Isabella exhaled harshly, then glanced at Hunter in frustration. "It’s been thirty minutes!"

"I don’t know!" Hunter chuckled and sat up without withdrawing his manhood still deep inside Isabella. He lifted her legs and embraced her while looking at her face.

"You’re so strong; it must be because of that damn milk!" Isabella cursed.

"Um, maybe..."

"I’m tired ... Really. You know I’m not that healthy, and you’re using all your strength..." Isabella sighed, brushing her hair back while looking at Hunter, who continued holding her legs, looking rather cute with his messy hair and sweat-drenched body. "What if I can’t finish?" she asked.

"That’s okay," Hunter replied calmly.

"You lie!"

"No, I’m not..."

"Then why are you keeping your bird inside me?" Isabella asked, smiling.

"Oh..." Hunter smiled shyly, looking down at his manhood still immersed in Isabella’s wetness. "I just... I just feel too comfortable in there. It’s so warm..."

"Really?"

"Yeah... But let’s take a break." Hunter withdrew, and Isabella sighed in relief. He stroked his manhood back and forth, gazing at his wife, who lay limp in satisfaction. "Sorry."

"It’s okay..." Isabella smiled, looking down at Hunter’s manhood, still so erect as if it held much more. "I... I don’t think I can rest properly until I help you release your butter."

"Butter?" Hunter smirked.

"Yeah... It looks like butter..."

"Yes... But It’s okay... We can do it again later."

"But won’t it hurt you?" Isabella bent her knees, her toes brushing against Hunter’s manhood. "It’s really hard..."

"But I won’t enter you... You’re already red." Hunter glanced at Isabella’s womanhood. "I don’t want to hurt you..."

"But I also don’t want you to suffer, holding your butter inside." Isabella sat up, looking around until her eyes landed on the lotion on the vanity. "Could you get the lotion for me?" she asked.

"For what?" Hunter frowned.

"Maybe we can use it so it won’t hurt me," Isabella explained, but Hunter immediately shook his head.

"No... You shouldn’t use anything for your womanhood... It’s not good," Hunter said, pulling Isabella close. "Now lie on your stomach... I’ll do something for you. It won’t hurt," he continued, gently pushing her down.

"But what? What are you going to do?" Isabella asked as she made herself comfortable on her stomach. A few seconds later, Hunter pulled her waist up slightly. "Hey..." she turned to see Hunter lowering his head behind her.

"This will make you happy..." Hunter smiled, kissing Isabella’s behind while holding his manhood.

Isabella chuckled. "You’re going to make me satisfied again!"

Hunter remained focused, kissing her behind, then backed up slightly to see her womanhood, licking it gently.

"Ouh..." Isabella twitched, feeling Hunter’s cold tongue. "Shh... You did it!"

"Umhh... I love it... I love your taste," Hunter whispered, continuing to lick as Isabella’s womanhood started secreting clear fluids. "You’re so wet... We don’t need lotion or anything, baby..."

"Yeah... You’re right," Isabella whispered, her breath heavy, resting her head on a pillow and closing her eyes. "That’s so good... You know how to use your tongue!"

"Hmm..." Isabella gripped the bed cover, her body tense again.

"I can’t wait!" Hunter sat on her thighs, bending down to aim his manhood into her womanhood from behind until...

"Ughh!" Isabella jerked, feeling Hunter enter her again, so big it felt full. "Please, you have to finish..."

"Don’t worry, baby," Hunter whispered, kissing Isabella’s back while his hips moved back and forth.

Isabella remained silent, clenching her fists, overwhelmed by pleasure until her body nearly trembled, reflexively kicking the mattress.

"Oh God!"

"Come on!" Hunter quickened his pace, ignoring how Isabella was nearing her peak again. "Huhh... Damn..."

"Please, faster!"

"Yes... I will!"

Hunter panted, sweat dripping onto Isabella’s back. After a few moments, he flipped her onto her back again, thrusting into her from the front.

"Let me kiss you!" he said.

Isabella allowed Hunter to kiss her aggressively, wrapping her arms tightly around him and spreading her legs wide.

"Emhh... I’m gonna come!"

"Yes..."

"Tell me where to release my butter!" Hunter shouted, panting, continuing to thrust.

"Inside me!" Isabella replied.

"Yes... I’ll fill you, baby... agh!" Hunter groaned loudly, thrusting deep into Isabella. "Oh God... Huh..."

Isabella exhaled deeply, feeling hot and breathless as Hunter collapsed beside her, still catching his breath.

"That was great... Huh!" Hunter dropped onto Isabella’s side, closing his eyes.

"It’s so hot..." Isabella fumbled for the nightstand, grabbing the remote control for the air conditioner, pressing a button, and aiming it at the AC in the corner of the room.

The room cooled down. She grabbed a blanket to wipe her womanhood, soaked from both her fluids and Hunter’s butter, then glanced at Hunter, who lay quietly with his eyes closed.

"Really? You’re asleep?"

"No, I’m not," Hunter whispered, opening his eyes and glancing at Isabella with a warm smile. "That was so great... It’s the first time in my life... but I’m tired... I think I don’t like stamina-enhancing milk," he added.

Isabella chuckled, lying on her side and gently wiping Hunter’s chest with the blanket.

"You said it was great, but you don’t like it," she said.

"Because it made you exhausted and maybe a little hurt," Hunter replied, focusing on Isabella’s green eyes, remembering their intimacy from minutes before. "Are you okay?"

"Yes... as you can see..."

"That’s good... I’m glad to hear that." Hunter smiled in relief, lifting his head. "Now let me kiss you."

Isabella leaned in, allowing Hunter to kiss her softly, and she suddenly felt her heart race again, sensing a strange spark, until her husband ended the kiss.

’Why? Why does everything feel so natural, even though we don’t love each other? Or... Maybe it’s because we have a possibility of loving each other?’ she wondered, watching Hunter sit up and wipe his arm with the blanket.