The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 356

Chapter 356: Isn’t this a good opportunity for you to conquer me?
In the dimly lit room, it seemed all secrets could be hidden.

Sam looked around the unlit room. In the darkness, he lifted Zoe’s chin and gazed into her eyes.

“Why don’t we turn on the lights?”

Zoe looked back at the young man, unable to hide her anticipation. She had been eagerly awaiting Sam’s arrival, looking forward to a different kind of energy from him today… eager for him to fuck her hard.

“Because… isn’t it safer with the lights off?” Zoe said with a charming smile.

Sam chuckled at her clearly excited demeanor.

“You just think it’s more thrilling this way, don’t you?”

Caught off guard by his directness, Zoe felt even more acutely that Sam was different now; he seemed to be shedding his pretenses in their private moments.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Smack!”

Sam slapped Zoe’s ass. It wasn’t earth-shattering, but it was enough to send ripples through her, stirring emotions and quite literally making her buttocks tremble. It felt good, as if that slap could transform a man’s stress into drive.

“Umm~~~”

Zoe, being a clever woman, knew better than to question what her favored man was doing. If she had turned around and asked what he was up to, it would have been foolish.

So, the right move was…

Zoe moaned softly, turning her head coyly to look at Sam with a flutter of her eyelashes.

“What are you doing~~”

If this were a fantasy world, Zoe would definitely be a natural-born succubus.

She was simply a genius at handling men.

“Isn’t it cold standing here? Let’s go to your room.”

Sam walked towards the room, but Zoe stopped, her cheeks flushed as she extended her slender hand.

“Hmm?”

Sam smiled, curious about what she wanted to do.

“Take my hand…”

Sam squinted at her.

“Can’t you walk on your own?”

She didn’t offer a lengthy explanation, just a reason that seemed absurd yet undeniably compelling.

“I’m cold…”

Sam took Zoe’s soft hand, and they walked to the room together. Zoe’s expression was visibly seductive to the extreme, as if she might melt right there. This constant edge of reason was mesmerizing.

Why do people love extreme sports? Because at the brink of life and death, close to death, one feels most alive.

Though not an extreme sport, this moment was certainly a challenge to one’s rational limits.

Once in the room, Sam casually sat on her bed. Only then did he notice Zoe standing before him in that irresistible sleeveless turtleneck that revealed her beautiful back curve and a hint of her enticing buttock line. She seemed a bit flustered, like a shy young girl.

Sam looked at Zoe.

“Why are you standing there? Won’t you come sit?”

Zoe looked at the young man.

“May I sit?”

At first, it sounded absurd—after all, it was her home, and their relationship was such that formalities seemed unnecessary. But seeing her expression, Sam quickly grasped a possibility…

So, you like this kind of play? Playing this game with me?

Sam understood immediately. He had no objections; in fact, he was quite willing to try.

So, he picked up a pillow and tossed it on the floor.

He didn’t speak but smiled at the very tempting woman.

Good lord, a backless turtleneck and black stockings. Who wouldn’t be confused?

But Sam wasn’t fully engaged yet; his gaze was clear. He was testing how far she was willing to go with this game.

But as it turns out, some people continually push your boundaries.

Life constantly destroys your standards but raises your thresholds.

Because Zoe knelt down, she moved the carefully placed pillow aside and sat on her knees right in front of Sam.

Sam couldn’t help but look at her.

“You’re kneeling on the floor… Aren’t your knees hurting, and isn’t the floor cold?”

Zoe placed her hands on her thighs, resembling a Japanese woman.

She gave Sam the impression that he was a distinguished guest, and she was the hostess dedicated to ensuring his enjoyment.

The disparity in status often adds more to the experience.

It enhances one’s senses infinitely.

Zoe smiled.

“Isn’t this more fun?”

Sam leaned forward slightly, then looked at her, now appearing especially humiliated but excited in her eyes, even occasionally twisting her waist as if eager for Sam to fuck her.

He lifted her chin, her skin smooth and delicate, and looked into her eyes.

“Do you really enjoy this?”

Zoe looked back, not playfully but with a somewhat cold gaze, intensifying the sensation.

Especially the way she looked at him, as if he were an object, made her desire him even more.

Right then, she didn’t need gentle, delicate, or passionate treatment; she needed this.

Even… to become his sex toy would be fine…

Zoe whispered softly.

“Isn’t this a good opportunity for you to conquer me?”

Sam looked into her eyes with an indifferent face, then unconsciously slid his thumb.

Across her cheek, then over her soft lips. The touch was pleasant.

Sam let go, and in Zoe’s rippling gaze, he placed his hands slightly behind him and looked at her with a very cold, almost indifferent gaze.

Sam didn’t speak. He stood up, spreading his legs slightly apart.

This scene, in Zoe’s eyes, was extraordinary. She now realized what truly fascinated her.

Yes… just like this.

Zoe, excited, moved… no, it was her knees, inching closer to Sam’s legs.

Sam saw the opposite wall; his view now only included the top of her head.

Zoe unbuckled Sam’s belt, then pulled down his pants.

Her actions went unopposed by Sam.

Instead, he began to think.

But Sam quickly realized, never bring unnecessary sympathy into such an atmosphere.

Because simply put, right now, at this moment, this was their private world.

In this world, there was no need to adhere to any laws, morals, or even ethical norms.

The only necessity was to play one’s role wholeheartedly.

That was the only way to achieve what both needed.

Pitter-patter—

Pitter-patter—

The rain tapped against the window.

Sam looked up, his palm resting on black hair.

Not caressing, but pressing.

“It’s raining.”

His voice was hoarse, as if enduring something, yet savoring something.

And Zoe’s words were hesitant because her mouth was completely filled by Sam’s penis.

“…Yes… mmm.”

Not only did Zoe get what she wanted, but Sam also gained a new experience in this encounter.

It seemed to be the result of conquest and domination.

Even if this might just be a game, perhaps back in reality, he was still a student enjoying his youth.

But that’s okay…

Some things change imperceptibly.

What did Zoe need?

For Sam to fully display his usually restrained dominance in front of her, and his… semen.

He just looked down to see Zoe looking up at him, her mouth open, showing off her catch.

Full, all thick white semen.

Almost spilling from the corners of her mouth.

Sam nodded in satisfaction.

“Go clean up first, then we’ll continue.”

“Gurgle… okay~”

Zoe was exceedingly obedient at this moment.

She had fully immersed herself in this role, forgetting the real differences in their identities and the age gap.

She only knew what to do, knew she needed to keep doing it to experience sensations she had never had before.

What was there to fear?

Isn’t life about seeking pleasure, about constantly exploring new and exciting things? Otherwise, wouldn’t it be too boring?

Zoe swallowed all the semen, then went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

When she returned, Sam fulfilled his promise, giving her the reward she deserved.

He had Zoe lie across his legs, bending down, her proud buttocks arched.

Looking at her smooth back and the buttocks wrapped in black pantyhose.

The visual enjoyment was intensely strong.

“Ready?” Sam asked in a cold voice.

That voice! That indifferent voice!! Zoe’s eyes nearly melted into mist.

Sam supported his cock with his hand, aimed at Zoe’s vaginal opening, and thrust forward forcefully!

“Ah… go slower, slowly insert it, it hurts!”

“If it hurts, endure it. Don’t scream.”

“I… mmm!!”

Zoe indeed stopped screaming, enduring and restraining herself, but this resulted in her eyes becoming misty, even tears seeping from the corners.

Her mouth seemed somewhat uncontrollable, the woman covering her lips, under such endurance, experiencing another kind of restrained stimulation.

Sam hadn’t expected it.

Zoe wasn’t pretending; she genuinely enjoyed this kind of sexual experience, and quite a lot.

The rain grew heavier, beating against the window.

Sam’s movements also grew more intense, thrusting powerfully, bringing Zoe to climax after climax.

Zoe’s initially restrained voice eventually became difficult to control.

Of course, at that time, Sam would stretch out his strong arms from behind her and cover her lips.

Lowering his voice, he huskily said.

“Try screaming again? See if I don’t fuck you even harder?”

This immersion in climax, yet not allowed to make any moaning sounds…

Zoe felt she might actually die.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes back; she only knew that this sensation was unprecedented.

That feeling of being restricted in everything, only able to enjoy sex within Sam’s rules…

It was too enticing.

Zoe wasn’t a particularly weak woman in her daily life.

But now.

She could only arch her back, enduring the impact of Sam’s big cock.

Like soft rocks, meant to withstand the crashing waves…