The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 357

Chapter 357: Never underestimate your own potential
The sound of the rain grew louder.

Of course, Sam’s movements became more intense and wilder.

But to Sam, the sound of the rain seemed to carry a special rhythm. It was quite magical, almost syncing with the rhythm of his thrusts.

The only difference was that the raindrops hit the window, moistening it and leaving blurred trails, while on the other side, it was Sam’s cock slamming into Zoe’s pussy…

This night, did Sam and Zoe do it once, or twice? It was hard to keep track; they hardly rested all night.

Sam’s cock was like a tireless general on the battlefield, relentlessly charging.

And Zoe? All she could do was cooperate as best as she could, accommodating every sex position Sam desired.

…

When the wild night finally paused, Sam felt like he had exerted more effort and endured more hardship than usual. His sweat was proof enough.

The reason was simple: greater excitement led to more exaggerated movements and more intense actions.

Moreover, keeping Zoe’s mouth covered during sex wasn’t easy, especially given their wild antics that night. Sam thought that without his hand over her mouth, Zoe’s moans might have informed the entire building of their all-night lovemaking.

After all, Sam was exceptionally gifted in the art of lovemaking…

Without exaggeration, if such a rating system existed, Sam’s cock’s talent would definitely be SSS-grade.

Listening to the rain, Sam and Zoe basked in the afterglow of their sexual encounter. Sometimes, for the sake of cleanliness, Sam really wanted to take a shower or at least clean up a bit. But often at such moments, he chose not to.

He was inherently gentle and knew that women often needed tender care at such times. Enjoying these moments of intimacy was crucial.

It’s said that people need to feel pleasure both during the process and at the end for an experience to be considered perfect. There must be memorable moments throughout, and a pleasant, unforgettable ending.

Just like a novel, there should be highlights in the middle and an ending that’s hard to forget.

At that moment, Sam felt he was striving for a perfect ending.

The woman in his arms seemed incredibly comfortable. Although both were sweaty, neither seemed to mind; enjoying the intimacy was about appreciating her true presence in his world, or perhaps realizing that he also existed in hers.

“Ava really is a sensible girl,” Zoe suddenly said, her voice languid, enjoying Sam’s embrace.

She was well aware that Sam couldn’t stay the night at her place, as the young girl at his home would find his absence in the morning difficult to explain. Ava might find it hard to accept this reality.

Sam looked at the ceiling, the passion and role-playing immersion of earlier fading into a comfortable tranquility.

“Of course… my sister has always been sensible, a child who doesn’t cause worry.”

Indeed. Ava had known about her adopted status from a young age, so she probably felt she had no right to ask for more than the affection and familial role given to her by her parents and Sam. This made her appear well-behaved and sensible, but it was precisely this that was heart-wrenching.

So, her most sensible trait was asking for things at the right time, but not excessively so, which allowed her parents to feel like they were raising their own daughter, making their interactions less awkward.

But what did Ava really think?

Sam recalled another Ava he had seen in a dream. In the dream, she was possessive and persistent. But the Ava he saw upon waking was still the well-behaved, adorable girl he knew.

This made Sam feel a vague concern.

Could Ava really be hiding her true self, or was that just an effect of the dream?

Zoe nestled in Sam’s arms, the position comfortable not just because she was leaning against his warm chest, but also because his hands could roam her body freely, whether over her breasts or her vulva… as long as it was Sam, nothing else mattered.

“Your sister is not only sensible but also very cute. No wonder you care so much about her.”

“After all, she’s my sister. Sometimes arguing doesn’t mean I don’t care. Our whole family loves her.”

“Hmm… but do you only see her as your sister?” Zoe asked with a smile.

Sam paused, a chill running through him. It seemed there was an underlying message in her words.

“What do you mean?” Sam kept his composure.

Zoe closed her eyes slightly, relaxing her body as she spoke. “Didn’t I tell you? She had lunch here, and we talked a lot… She also told me about being adopted by your family.”

“She told you that?” Sam was surprised. In such a short time, even back in Cedarwood, Ava had hesitated for days before telling Angel.

Now, probably Sophie and Isabella didn’t know this; how did Zoe manage it?

Zoe smiled. “It’s simple… I just mentioned that both of you are very attractive but in different ways, and her feelings for you… aren’t just sibling-like. After a few more words, she herself told me that you’re not biological siblings.”

“You’re something else,” Sam sighed silently. But it seemed okay that Zoe knew; not being blood-related didn’t mean they weren’t siblings.

Some things in Sam’s heart hadn’t changed, at least not until Ava was of age. If she still felt the same way then, Sam might consider it seriously. But not now.

“You still haven’t answered the key question,” Zoe said.

“What key question?”

“Didn’t you notice your sister’s emotions toward you?”

Sam laughed it off lightly. “What special emotions? It’s just that she’s more dependent on me since we’re in Kuhang, and she has no one else to rely on. What are you thinking?”

“Oh, I see. I thought you, being a womanizer, wouldn’t even spare your sister.”

She laughed as if it truly didn’t matter. Sam couldn’t control her suspicions. After all, Ava wouldn’t casually reveal those hidden feelings to others; Zoe was just using her intuition to tease him.

Sam then thought of something else. “Since I’m a womanizer… what does that make you?”

Zoe pondered for a moment. “Hmm, a career woman who’s not very successful but still strong.”

“Ha, what a strange label. Shouldn’t you be talking about how you’ve been behaving since I walked in?”

Zoe’s cheeks flushed slightly as she bit her thin lips. “That was just a little game… you like that kind of fun and atmosphere, don’t you?”

“I think I’m okay with it, but… you didn’t seem like you were just playing a game.”

Sam’s penetrating gaze swept over her, the warmth under the covers visible, but what was visible was Zoe’s body post-sex.

“Me? I… I wasn’t really, just got a bit carried away…”

Zoe unusually avoided Sam’s gaze.

But she didn’t know that in Sam’s eyes, a big X had appeared over her head.

At the moment, she didn’t think there was a problem; after all, she could disguise it as just a mood. But now… remembering earlier, she felt somewhat ashamed and wanted to maintain her facade a bit longer.

Sam leaned down slightly. “Just a bit carried away? You don’t seem very honest.”

“You have no proof!” Zoe raised her elegant neck.

But Sam just smirked, his hand on her waist lifting and then falling.

“Smack!”

“Umm~~~”

Instantly, Zoe’s eyes filled with tears, and she involuntarily let out a very soft, almost annoyingly sweet sound.

Zoe quickly realized she might have revealed something and hurriedly covered her mouth.

But it was too late.

Sam’s face bore a sufficient smirk, his hand slipping inside her vagina. “See, now I have proof. You’re completely wet there.”

Zoe let out a weak voice. “Bad boy, why are you so naughty now…”

Now, seeing Zoe’s vulnerable expression, Sam deeply understood one thing: emotions are a tug-of-war.

A push-and-pull war.

In this process, if you retreat, the other person advances. If you advance, the other person retreats because two people can’t stand at the same point.

Sam squinted at her. “But it seems like just now you were hoping I’d be naughtier.”

“…That’s not true, don’t make things up…”

She even couldn’t help but lower her head, trying to push away the young man, trying to preserve her last dignity and a bit of pitiful facade.

It was still early, so Sam didn’t need to rush back to his apartment.

So he looked into her seductive eyes. “Are you okay?”

Zoe bit her lip, looking at him, even showing real shyness. “We’ve been making love for three hours now, your movements are still so rough, my vagina is a bit swollen, it might…”

“Hmm, but this isn’t swollen, right?” Sam pointed at her lips.

Quickly.

Under the young man’s playful gaze, he completely lay down on the bed.

If someone stood at the door, they could clearly see the blanket on him moving, especially near the legs.

Who knows how long it was, the rain became more urgent.

A long sigh emerged.

But it wasn’t from Sam; a head peeked out from under the blanket. “My mouth is numb… spare me.”

She rarely pleaded. “I have to work tomorrow.”

Sam thought for a moment. “Zoe, never underestimate your own potential.”

“What potential do I have left…”

“You do.”

Zoe looked down as he directed her gaze, and she quickly understood.

Her face flushed, she looked at him reproachfully. “You really are…”

Sam pressed on her shoulders, pushing down. “Be good.”

With just words from Sam, Zoe couldn’t resist. She cupped her breasts with both hands, then wrapped them around Sam’s cock, starting to stroke up and down…