The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Pristine doll
The room’s temperature was rising, bodies entangled under the sheets.

What was once a neatly laid blanket had now become a disheveled mess, like scattered, unorganized clouds.

And the two naked bodies merged as one, the penis sliding in and out of the vagina, creating soft frictional sounds, reminiscent of the collision between flowing clouds and the air.

Breathing became hotter and more intense.

Sam felt his chest and neck drenched, undoubtedly the handiwork of the girl sprawled atop him.

Angel was a girl who never admitted defeat, yet she was also the ultimate paradox.

She had many disagreeable traits.

Such as a considerably low moral threshold, a stubbornness and pride that could match, if not exceed, Sophie’s, a sharp tongue that could easily wound someone’s vulnerability, and even laziness, a love for giving orders, and a strong desire for possession and control.

But it was this very Angel that Sam found irresistible.

Their combined allure seemed to be a case of two negatives making a positive, something to both love and hate.

Even during sex, she always liked to be on top, moving on her own.

Yet, in the act, she would lower her head like a cat, continuously kissing Sam’s cheeks, lips, and even his neck and chest without missing a spot.

As if she intended to leave her mark on every inch of Sam.

Strange… wasn’t this what a man was supposed to do during sex?

But at this moment, Sam, lying on the bed without moving, completely enjoying himself, found it hard to voice such a thought.

Angel’s body was fully seated on Sam’s penis, her hips rhythmically moving up and down. Her movements grew more skilled, and Sam could feel the endless pleasure she brought.

Throughout the entire act, Sam felt as if he were bathing in a hot spring, every pore on his body involuntarily opening up, his nerves dancing in tune with Angel’s continuously rocking body.

Even if Sam liked to think of himself as a rational person, someone who had risen above base pleasures, a man with clear pursuits and considerable self-discipline, in this moment, under Angel’s ‘spell’, he could cast all that aside.

As Angel’s moans grew louder, she could no longer bear the overwhelming sensations of the intense orgasm, clinging tightly to Sam’s body.

Angel was drenched in sweat, yet she was reluctant to leave Sam’s embrace, just as she was reluctant to have his penis leave her vagina.

Sam, with his arms around Angel’s waist and smelling her faintly fragrant hair, whispered,

“Weren’t you almost asleep just now? Look at us now.”

His words sounded as if he was playing coy after gaining an advantage.

But at this moment, Angel was not in the mood to spar with Sam, or perhaps after the vigorous sexual activity, she simply lacked the energy.

Unlike Sam’s stamina, Angel’s endurance wasn’t as exaggerated. After the continuous climaxes, now it seemed all she could do was breathe rapidly, resting on Sam’s chest.

“You’re one to talk… You were clearly enjoying our lovemaking just as much,” Angel said, her breath moistening Sam’s cheek with each word, as if the whole world should be submerged in water, a breathable, warm ocean.

Sam chuckled, his hand unconsciously caressing her breast and thigh.

“I was just playing along with you. After all, with the mood so heated, it would be rude not to respond, wouldn’t it?”

“Smack.”

Angel mustered the strength to sit up and gave Sam a playful slap.

Of course, it was barely audible, lacking any real force. It seemed to have become a habitual gesture for Angel, more of a coquettish act than anything else.

“So, was making love to me this time also against your will?” Angel asked with a slightly dissatisfied expression.

Sam shook his head and replied,

“Not at all. I just thought we were actually going to sleep, I didn’t realize you were in such a ‘refined’ mood.”

With a languid roll, Angel flopped onto her back and shot Sam a glance.

“Go run the bath, I need a shower.”

Sam blinked.

“A shower now?”

“What else? Even though you didn’t ejaculate, I sweated a lot. How am I supposed to sleep like this?”

Angel had a point. Given her penchant for cleanliness, it wasn’t just about taking a shower; she’d probably want to change all the bed sheets in the room too.

“So… why do I have to run the bath?”

At this moment, Sam asked what seemed to be a very naive question.

Angel responded without mercy, lifting her long, beautiful leg and lightly stepping on Sam’s still-erect member.

“What do you think?”

In that instant, Angel seemed to embody the aura of an ice-cold queen, her tone chilly and dangerous, and the pressure from her foot significant enough to be concerning.

Sam winced in pain.

“Alright, alright! Stop stepping on it, if you break it, you’ll have nothing to play with later.”

Hearing this, Angel’s face flushed. She turned gracefully, not wanting Sam to see her current expression.

“Talk weird like that again, and I’ll cut it off tomorrow.”

Sam got out of bed, simply put on his underwear, and started to run the water in the bathroom.

The bathroom of the wealthy was something else. The luxurious, spacious bathtub looked like it could serve as a swimming pool for a small child.

The water, at just the right temperature, gradually filled the tub.

Angel, seemingly without a trace of shyness, appeared naked before Sam’s eyes, stepping into the bathtub with her long, elegant legs, and then settled down comfortably.

Sam instinctively swallowed, as if trying to suppress the reawakened desire rising within him.

“Uh, take your time. I’ll wait for you outside.”

After saying this, Sam turned to leave, but then he heard Angel’s voice.

“If you don’t shower, don’t even think about getting into my bed.”

Sam replied with a smile, “Aren’t you showering? Even if I wanted to, I’d have to wait for you to finish first, right?”

Angel’s long hair was simply tied up, not in a ponytail, but in a loose bun.

She glanced to the side.

“There’s a showerhead over there. You can shower there.”

“Are you kidding me?”

Sam replied, annoyed. The bathroom was large enough to be divided into three sections: the bathtub, the shower, and the toilet.

But the only thing separating the bathtub from the shower was a thin pane of glass.

In other words, if Sam showered while she bathed, it would be like a live show.

Sam might have been shameless, but not to that extent! Just picturing the scene—him showering there, lathering his entire body with soap, not missing any hidden spots.

And the most crucial part, being watched through the glass…

Damn.

Not even Le Crazy Horse show would go that far, right?

Angel cracked a slight smile.

“Why not? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before, and you don’t seem shy around me. Suddenly getting prudish now, are you? That’s just like you.”

It seemed Angel was trying to provoke him in this way.

But Sam wasn’t Sophie, and even if Sophie were here, she wouldn’t do such a thing.

Despite saying this, Sam no longer intended to leave the bathroom because he had a better idea.

He walked towards Angel, who still wore a look of rich disdain, as if unwilling to give up on her provocation.

Angel narrowed her eyes, sensing something unusual about his approach.

“What are you doing?”

Sam had already reached the side of the bathtub, where the water was covered with a dense layer of foam, concealing Angel’s beautiful body beneath, with just the hint of her enticing breasts visible.

Instead, Sam smiled, looking down at the heiress soaking in the tub.

“You wanted to shower together, right? So let’s do it.”

With that, he stripped off his underwear right in front of Angel.

When Sam’s impressive cock was exposed to Angel, her face flushed slightly; she clearly understood what he intended to do.

However, she had never bathed with someone else before, not even with a person of the same sex since childhood, due to her obsession with cleanliness, a habit formed early on.

Even though Sam and she were now lovers, and they had already engaged in the most intimate sexual relations several times, it seemed like she should be open to anything.

But there were some boundaries Angel wasn’t ready to cross, so she sat up straight.

Instantly, Sam heard the sound of the water stirring, the foam creating ripples on the surface.

He could even see the stubborn bubbles clinging to Angel’s chest and groin, conveniently covering her nipples and vulva.

What was this? A mosaic?

“Get out! I don’t want to bathe with you!”

Angel began to push Sam away, refusing to let him into her bathtub.

But how could Sam give up at this point?

Some things were indeed addictive, like forcing someone to do something they were reluctant to do but found thrilling.

So, Sam exerted an undeniable force, ignoring her resistance.

“Splash!”

The water’s surface was disturbed, as if the entire bathtub was experiencing a tsunami.

Sam sat down directly in front of her, face to face with Angel.

This heiress, who rarely suffered losses, wore a rare blush of shame; she felt inexplicably shy, especially under Sam’s direct and burning gaze.

It was as if he saw through everything about her, and she even wanted to cross her arms and draw up her knees as a defensive measure.

But how could she allow herself to show any embarrassment or weakness in front of Sam?

So, Angel resisted the urge to make such a move, even as Sam’s feet seemed to touch her buttocks under the water.

She leaned against the bathtub, a slight anger on her face.

“I’m giving you three seconds to get out of my bathroom.”

The familiar tone of threat.

But unfortunately, now that he was in, he might as well enjoy the rub, right?

Sam was not one to leave things half-finished.

So he watched with a smile as the girl, somewhat obscured by the water, looked even more irresistibly cute as she struggled to suppress her shyness.

“Nope, not leaving,” he said.

“Sam, you’ve grown wings now, have you?” Angel’s voice rose a notch, unable to contain her irritation.

But Sam knew very well that Angel’s lack of action, coupled with her raised voice, was a sign of her vulnerability—she was out of options.

So, without hesitation, Sam nodded in agreement.

“I’ve always said it, I like to push the envelope. Not only have I grown wings, but they’re quite hard too.”

“Asshole, get out!” she yelled.

Suddenly, she extended her foot, seemingly trying to kick Sam out of the bathtub.

If it were all in good fun, Sam might have let it slide; after all, with his self-healing abilities, a little injury was no big deal.

But not now… there was no reason to back down.

He had to show her what real skill and hardness meant.

Sam reached under the water and grabbed her approaching foot, firmly holding her ankle.

Angel’s movements came to an abrupt halt. With one foot caught and the slippery bathtub offering no leverage, her other foot was rendered useless.

At that moment, Sam went on the offensive.

His hand released her ankle and slid upwards, all the way to her clitoris.

Sam’s towering frame loomed over Angel like a mountain about to collapse onto her unprepared form.

“What are you doing… damn it!”

In an instant, Angel’s naked body was enveloped in Sam’s embrace.

And he didn’t stop there; Sam helped Angel adjust her position.

She could only sit in the bathtub with her back to him, leaning against his heated chest, her breasts fully grasped in his hands, and her vagina already completely filled by his thick and large penis.

With Sam’s powerful thrusting, the foam under the water, which had been dispersed and then gathered again, seemed to hide a monstrous presence.

By now, Angel seemed to understand that she really had no better way to deal with this man. So she simply chose to enjoy the moment, while speaking in a tone that feigned dissatisfaction.

“So this is your idea of taking a bath together? You clearly just wanted to fuck me.”

Sam chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you get dirtier as you wash.”

Although the idea of sullying a dignified heiress seemed thrilling and tempting, Sam understood the art of quitting while ahead.

So, after a symbolic ten minutes of thrusting, he withdrew his penis and reached for a towel nearby, murmuring gently, “I’ll scrub your back for you. This is a VIP service only you get to enjoy. Ordinary folks can only dream of it.”

“Ordinary folks can’t, but there are special ones who can, right?” she retorted, always quick to find fault.

Sam smiled, pouring some designer body wash he’d never used before onto his hands, then spreading it over her soft shoulders.

“You are the special one.”

Angel watched her reflection on the water’s surface, as well as Sam’s visually striking penis, as a vague sense of desire began to spread once again.

The body wash gently covered Angel’s shoulders, accompanied by the warmth of his palms.

Sam added a bit more heat, enhancing Angel’s sensations—not to tease her, but to provide just the right temperature, achieving an effect similar to an essential oil back massage.

It was, to say the least, exquisite.

Sam’s hands, employing a special technique, massaged not only Angel’s back but also her waist, which he did not neglect.

It tickled a bit, but Angel, not wanting to admit how sensitive her body was, stubbornly remained silent, just sitting there.

Until she clearly felt Sam’s almost magical hands move under her armpits and around to her chest.

“Stop.”

Angel caught his hand. Her face was flushed, and she couldn’t help but speak with a trembling voice, “Just scrub my back, that’s enough.”

Sam smiled, taking in her expression completely. He then leaned in closer, whispering beside the delicate curve of her ear, “As a considerate and meticulous boyfriend, I must take care of every little detail for my girlfriend. Don’t worry, I don’t mind the effort.”

“You jerk, you… mmm!”

The moment Sam’s magical hands grasped her breasts, Angel’s body stiffened, her complexion turning a deep shade of red. Then, in the next instant, she could only collapse softly into Sam’s embrace.

Like a pristine doll, yet destined to be thoroughly played with…