Chapter 285 - 284: This Is The Reward For My Hard Work

Chapter 285: Chapter 284: This Is The Reward For My Hard Work

As she breathed heavily, a thought raced through her mind: *Ahn... this is really bad for me. I wanted to taste another raw fucking tonight.* She tried to tell herself she didn’t need it, but she couldn’t deny the craving. Wearing a condom was simply not enough for her anymore. It wasn’t that she was against protection in general—in fact, she had planned to go through a hundred boxes of condoms in a single week—but even that massive supply wasn’t enough to satisfy her.

She craved the feeling of him inside her without any barrier. She wanted a "finishing move" for her craving, something that would leave her feeling completely claimed. More than anything, she wanted her internals roughened up by his massive twelve-inch length, feeling every ridge and every pulse of his skin against hers.

"Ahn... ahn... please fuck me, Wen. I will do whatever you say," she gasped, her eyes clouded with lust.

Owen paused, a smug smile playing on his lips. He didn’t give in immediately; he liked seeing her unravel. "Are you sure?"

"Yes... yes... I will do whatever you want me to do," she answered breathlessly. To prove her desperation, she made a bold move, shifting her weight to spread herself wide open, offering herself to him completely.

"Heh, good," Owen replied, his voice low and commanding. "How about you wear something hot tomorrow? You know that man is already pretty horny."

Arielle froze for a second, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. "Ahn... n-no, not that... you won’t make me fuck him that way, right?" She looked up at him, her eyes begging for some form of direct reassurance. She wanted Owen’s touch, not just to be a tool for someone else’s pleasure.

"I will fuck you, hehe," he whispered, leaning in close. His breath was hot against her skin as he moved to her ear, biting her nape softly before licking her earlobe. *Slurp... slurp... slurp...*

"Ngn... then it’s not bad," Arielle moaned, her body arching. "But I don’t want him seeing my skin... my body is only made for you." She didn’t want to feel like a common street slut; she wanted her intimacy to be a secret shared with Owen, even if it involved a game.

"Don’t worry, I will fuck you. I’ll own you and claim you... hehe, I am sure you would love it that way." Owen shifted his position, his member poking against the entrance of her asshole, teasing her with the possibility of more.

"Ahn... then I won’t hesitate," she whispered, her resolve breaking. "What do you want me to do...?" She looked at him with begging eyes. Despite her protests, she was addicted to the power he held over her.

"Heh, nothing much. I just want you to get your pussy ready. And you need to wear an apron... while cooking."

Arielle blinked, confused. "A-apron? Only that...?"

"Heh, yes, just that... nothing more, nothing less. Only an apron and nothing else. Your pussy and ass are free... raw as it can get." He chuckled, imagining the thrill of it. He wanted to experience the danger of her being exposed while performing a mundane task, knowing exactly what was happening beneath the fabric.

"N-no... that’s too much for me. How can I do that with other people around?" she asked, her voice small. She was hesitant, terrified yet excited by the idea of showing her bare body in a semi-public setting, even if it was just around her husband. It was an irony—she had become a protective kind of slut, wanting to be owned exclusively.

"Then you won’t get a raw fucking from me. I won’t do another one," Owen threatened. He groped her backside, his fingers digging into her plush curves. He loved how her big booty felt in his hands, the sheer volume of her making her feel even more like a MILF.

"Ahn... this is too much... I won’t get my reward," she whimpered, imagining the night ending without the release she craved.

"Yes, you won’t. Heh, so what do you want? Are you sure you won’t take the game?" Owen pulled back just a fraction, stopping his dick from entering her asshole, leaving her hovering on the edge of satisfaction.

"Ngn... b-but what are you going to do if he comes to me...?"

"Oh, you won’t allow that. Heh, this is why it’s a game. You need to act like you are wearing normal clothes without giving him the time to realize you’re naked."

"Ngn... this is hard..."

"Which one is harder? Not getting my dick for the entire night, or playing a little game?" Owen gave her ass a sharp smack, the sound echoing and giving her a final jolt of adrenaline.

"Ngn... of course it’s harder if I can’t get raw. I don’t have a choice..."

"Good to hear that you want it. I will give you time... it’s for you to decide what to do with that man. Heh, I am watching, so don’t try to act like a little slut."

"Ngn... I know that... you will fuck me anyway... so why would I act like a slut?"

"Because you are a slut," he countered.

"Ngn... your own slut, don’t slump me to that. I am a dignified woman," Arielle whispered, though her actions said otherwise. She reached down, grabbed his dick, and began moving her hips on her own.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ngnn! Ahn... ahn... yesh... ahnn this is what I am looking for... ahn... ah!" She looked like a child who had finally received a piece of candy, sucking on it greedily, refusing to let go.

Owen remained still, standing as a pillar of strength while she worked herself over him. He didn’t move; he simply allowed her to guide herself onto his length to her own volition, his hands resting on his waist as he watched her surrender.

"Ah... this is why you’re a slut... I don’t think I have a more slutty MILF than you, mom." He marveled at the view—her skin, pale and glowing, contrasting with the light pink areas of her body that had been flushed from the spanking and the heat of their encounter.

"Ahn... ahn... ahn... yesh, this is the reward for my hard work... ahn... thank God... my son’s dick is the best... I wouldn’t be able to live without this..."