The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 298

Chapter 298: Gentle lovemaking
No girl could make someone as helplessly captivated as Angel did, always leaving one unable to cope.

At first, Sam thought Angel was just all talk, like many young teens trying hard to act grown-up.

Spouting mature-sounding phrases and engaging in seemingly mature actions, but actually incredibly fragile inside.

However, as he got to know her better, as more events unfolded, and as he felt the force of her presence, it all proved that she was truly special.

She was like a vortex that one knew was dangerous but couldn’t help but be drawn into, unable to extricate oneself.

And moreover…

She was too diligent, too eager to learn.

Especially in matters of love, she was understanding more and more.

She was beginning to grasp what drove men wild, learning quickly how to excite a man beyond his control in a short time.

Just a single crude, vulgar yet direct phrase was enough to make Sam instantly aroused.

It was outrageous.

Especially when she sat atop Sam’s cock, starting to rock her body, Sam felt as if all the ambiguous and hazy allure of the world was born from his own blood.

As if some people are born for a deadly kind of romance.

No need for anything else, no need for other emotions.

Immersed in the thick love, it was enough to feel as heavenly as paradise.

Feeling the warmth inside Angel, feeling her firm breasts pressing against his chest.

She opened her mouth and bit down on Sam’s lower lip.

Gently tearing at it, up close he could see her eyes slightly squinted, like a perfect siren, performing her profound mystique to the mortal world.

Angel whispered, “I knew you were bold, but I didn’t realize you were this daring.”

Her voice was muffled because she was biting her lip, but that didn’t stop Sam from hearing her clearly.

Especially at this distance, it felt like her words could directly energize his soul, like a kind of telepathy.

Sam’s hands naturally grasped her buttocks, which were delicate and voluptuous, irresistibly so.

Then one hand moved up, encircling her slender waist, securing Angel firmly in his embrace.

If there really were an apocalypse, Sam would rather it be this day, hoping that thousands of years later, when the world is rebuilt, someone would unearth his fossil in this exact pose.

“You make it hard for me to respond,” he said.

Sam looked into Angel’s eyes, their gazes intertwining in the confined space, like planets orbiting each other.

Angel slightly moved back, but could still feel the moisture of Sam’s lips, perhaps she liked it that way, as one of her little quirks.

Sam could only speak up, “For you, there’s nothing I’m afraid of.”

A womanizer might deserve scorn, might be worth shouting down, might be despised by society.

But you have to say the sweet nothings that people love at the right time.

Otherwise, you’re just scum.

Angel chuckled softly, then in Sam’s view, she lifted her hips slightly.

She bit her lower lip lightly. “It’s your turn now.”

Sam then understood her intention.

He withdrew his cock from Angel’s body and laid her flat on the bed.

From Sam’s current angle, looking at this stunning girl, her brow slightly furrowed.

Her beautiful face flushed, then as his large cock entered deep into her vagina, it slowly relaxed.

Sam’s movements were gentle and smooth, and of course… he was completely deep inside.

Angel breathed softly, then looked at him, with a naive charm, she smiled.

“Hold me.”

“Okay.”

Sam wrapped his arms around Angel’s slender figure, pulling her entire body into his embrace. Their intimate connection felt as if they could never be separated again.

Sam could clearly feel the heat emanating from Angel’s body.

He wasn’t faring much better himself, feeling as though his entire body was heating up.

Breathing in each other’s scent at such close range, her arms wrapped around Sam’s shoulders, she then leaned in to breathe by his ear.

Sam nestled between her collarbone and neck, as if greedily absorbing all the scents from this girl.

Suddenly, Sam thought that sometimes, those accustomed to exotic delicacies indeed crave the taste of simple, home-cooked meals.

Just like those used to intense lovemaking, a moment of gentleness can offer a refreshingly different experience.

For instance, at this moment, no vigorous movements were needed. Their bodies were connected by a thick and large cock, and with Sam’s gentle motions, it brought a unique pleasure to both.

Sam’s body was in great shape, and at this pace, he could last all night.

To let the girl in his arms enjoy the pleasure of sex, yet not rush into it too quickly and lose the beauty and scenery of the process.

Everything was like a gentle, flowing stream.

Like a fine dish that must be savored slowly, not devoured greedily, or else it would lose its layered flavors.

In such a process, the bed would emit soft sounds.

The breathing and heartbeat of the two became increasingly evident, intertwining in the room.

Angel gently bit Sam’s ear.

“Why are you so confident?” she whispered.

Sam was momentarily stunned.

What the hell, what is she talking about at this time? He seemed a bit unable to keep up with her train of thought.

“What confidence?”

Sam held Angel a bit tighter.

Their conversation in this context seemed to have a contrasting beauty, as if they were supposed to discuss something trivial, yet it ambiguously intertwined with the moment.

“Be gentle…”

“Oh, okay.”

“What I meant was… why were you so confident when you told my mother that you would make me say those words…”

It was still about that previous matter.

No wonder Angel hadn’t asked Sam from the beginning until now; she had been holding back her curiosity, waiting for this moment.

But now, in the midst of making love, wasn’t it a bit out of place to discuss these things?

But Sam chose to answer anyway.

“I mean… I’ll try my best to make it happen.”

As he spoke, Sam continued to thrust, savoring the wonderful sensation of his cock moving in and out of her vagina.

Angel’s muscles tensed up, and Sam could feel her change; her arms around his body tightened, seemingly the best proof of her nearing climax. Although Sam’s movements were gentle, it was clear she was close to orgasm.

This girl was quite adorable.

Even during sex, she was stubborn, often unwilling to admit how excited she was at the moment of climax, struggling to control herself.

But it was precisely at these times that she looked the most adorable, using all her strength to try to restrain herself.

Sam never exposed Angel’s efforts.

Her voice even trembled, as if trying to appear nonchalant.

“You… can’t do it… I will never… never say that to her.”

A simple sentence, mixed with countless breaths, made it impossible to stop. Sam wanted to increase the amplitude of his thrusts.

So, he slightly changed his position.

This time, Angel didn’t complain about Sam taking the initiative; her legs wrapped tightly around his waist clearly showed her attitude at the moment.

Sam lowered his head.

“Hold on to me, I’m about to sprint.”

Angel immediately furrowed her brows, not out of dissatisfaction, because her hands instantly wrapped around Sam’s neck.

The frown was because she felt the overwhelming surge, like a cataclysmic disaster rushing towards her.

It might sound a bit perilous.

But Sam was already planning to end this lovemaking session with the fastest speed; his movements were very wild and rapid, bringing a storm that was irresistible.

Angel couldn’t hold back anymore; her mouth open, she kept emitting breaths and moans. Her vagina began to contract involuntarily, and she was immersed in immense sexual pleasure.

…

When Angel’s legs fell weakly onto the bed, her gaze gradually becoming vacant.

Sam didn’t leave; he gently pressed down on her soft body, then looked at her beautiful face.

With his hand, he wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked softly, “Do you hate your mother?”

Angel lazily glanced at Sam. She could have chosen not to answer this question, and a few months ago, she definitely wouldn’t have. But now, she hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering slightly.

“The person who should really hate her is you, because she made me this way, and that’s why I treat you and the people around you like this. It’s also her who made me realize that in the face of interests, many things can be set aside, no matter what kind of emotions, even familial ones.”

Sam saw the loathing in the depths of her eyes. He understood it wasn’t directed at him.

He could somewhat imagine the stories of love and hate within such powerful families.

That’s why it makes sense that so many people consider being born into a royal family as a misfortune.

After thinking for a moment, Sam said softly, “Your mother still loves you. I’m not just saying this to be polite, but you should be able to see it too. Her attitude towards me is also because of you, because she’s afraid you’ll be deceived, afraid you’ll get hurt.”

Angel’s gaze turned icy as she looked at Sam.

“If you want to keep saying these things, get off me.”

“…And if I don’t?”

“Then keep fucking me, I still want it.”