I Don't Want To Be Loved

Chapter 147: Riding Igor (19)

At her sudden words, Igor’s eyes bulged, doubting the words he had heard and looked at Rihannan with endearing and cautious eyes.

“…What do you—”

“Right now, Igor, I want you to embrace me, touch me.”

She wanted to feel alive and the only way to confirm that she was alive and breathing were the nerves and hot blood electrifying her body whole.

“But to do that… your current condition is…”

“Please, Igor.”

Rihannan’s curled fingers stretched out and wrapped it around his neck. She swept her soft hand on his hardened back neck, moving it towards his tousled hair, tangling her fingers and pulling him towards her.

His head naturally followed the gravity of her pull—his hardened lips pressed onto her soft lips. She was on the offensive; she wanted him. Her tongue dug between his closed lips and coiled itself around his.

Igor’s eyes remained open; he had rendered himself in surrender to this woman. His heart fluttered at her taking the lead.

Igor’s body reacted to her touches, his hip area rocking back and forth. He thought of pushing her down right away and have his way with her while he crush her underneath his embrace, but he stopped midway and pulled away from her sweet and enticing lips.

“…Th-then let’s first go back to the palace a-and—”

But before he could finish the words he meant to say, Rihannan used the weight of her body and pushed his upper torso down, his back touching the bed.

Soon as he saw her atop him, Igor’s head panged and circled in dizziness.

Her pearl-skinned body… half of it covered with a blanket was proactive and sensual; her erect twin peaks, slender hips, and silver hair covering her back brought out a raging fire from within. She was the epitome of a seductress. Seeing her body illuminated by fire, not a single spot of her body had been stained with dirt. She was alluringly attractive.

As she slowly lowered her body, her cold and soft hair fell upon his ch*st—her slight raised bre*sts touched his skin, and from then on, he knew he’d no longer be able to put up a front and resist.

“Uggh…” Igor groaned, stretching out his hand and pulling the back of her head.

Previously, he only had a small taste of her lips and mouth, but this time, he tasted all corners of her. The kiss was soft at first, and then with a soft gradation of intensity that made her fingers cling to his torso. His insistent tongue parted her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known.

She gave a smooth moan, grabbing tight his shoulder—smoldering intensity overcame her. Her hand slid down the side of his waist in a straight line down his toned and muscled b*tt.

Igor let out an intensifying howl, lips still kissing her. Their breaths filled the room and grew heavier, their kisses cutting through the open space.

His free hand ran through her flower and explored her wet and moist parts. But it wasn’t enough just yet for her to take him in. He pushed one finger, two fingers. He teased the bud of her clitoris with his thumb as his fingers slid in to explore her. Her muscles tightened around him and she let out more viscous fluids.

Igor filled his mouth with her jiggling peaks, his fingers pistoning her fleshy flower. Rihannan curved her back and moaned loudly. Each movement drove her to higher pleasure.

“Aaah!”

Her love juice was plenty enough to wet her cavern wet passage and leaked out.

“Climb on top of me.”

Igor grabbed her hips and pulled her to his center. Her b*tt lowered down and slowly swallowed his member.

Half had all been swallowed up. Rihannan shook her head and shivered. Perhaps due to the position, he felt bigger than usual and harder to push inside. It felt like an impossible task.

“Ah… I… don’t think I… haa… can…”

As she had tried to pull away, Igor grabbed her b*tt and pushed his hips upwards, slamming his manhood all the way inside her fleshy insides.