Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 124 Betty seemed to think this position was too lewd Part5 R18

"Ah... it hurts... ah... it hurts..." At that moment, Betty's moans added a new word, and although Michael would have ignored a request to stop, the word "hurt" made him halt for Betty's sake.

Michael ceased his thrusts, giving Betty, his fierce mare, a chance to catch her breath.

Without asking Betty what she wanted, Michael shifted from kneeling to standing, cradling Betty's slender waist and pulling her up with him.

Betty's hands and knees left the hard floor tiles as they both slowly regained their standing positions.

It was then I realized the source of Betty's pain.

When I first heard Betty cry out in pain, I thought it was due to the vigorous thrusting from Michael, considering his considerable size rubbing frantically inside her, which would naturally cause swelling and pain.

If it were just the pain from that, their lovemaking could have paused midway, sparing me some heartache as I watched the surveillance playback.

But once they stood up, seeing Betty's slightly trembling legs and both of their reddened knees, I understood the pain came from her knees.

If she had been kneeling on the soft bed, she wouldn't have felt the pain, but she was on the hard floor tiles, and with Michael's movements, her knees had turned bright red and sore.

And it wasn't just Betty's knees that were red; Michael's were even redder.

Betty, being on all fours, had her hands to distribute some of her weight, lessening the pressure on her knees compared to Michael, who was only on his knees.

Did Michael not feel pain? He probably felt more pain than Betty, but he was immersed in the pleasure of Betty's exquisite body, pushing towards the climax.

He was so focused on the act that he would ignore any pain, even if it meant losing his life before planting his seed in the woman he loved most.

This situation showed that Michael was completely absorbed in the sexual act, ignoring all other sensations, while Betty still retained a sliver of other senses and rationality amidst the sexual experience.

They seemed to return to their initial position—doggy style, and indeed they did, but this time Michael didn't have Betty's hands against the wall.

Instead, he held her hips and moved to the center of the bathroom, with nothing to lean on.

"Smack, smack, smack..." Michael resumed his thrusts, his hips colliding with Betty's buttocks.

Gone were the rejections, the coldness, the struggles of the past.

Their lovemaking seemed effortless, devoid of any coercion or pretense, a true embodiment of passionate sex.

Michael also noticed Betty's unusually high level of engagement and "submission" that night, wondering if it would always be like this from now on.

Caught up in the excitement, Betty's cooperation drove him even wilder.

Though he had already climaxed once, which theoretically should have allowed him to last longer, Betty's body was too pleasurable, her beautiful form too much for any man to endure for long.

As time ticked by, Michael felt himself nearing the edge again.

His expression was torn—should he release now or prolong the delightful experience?

"Ah...mmm..." Betty moaned sweetly, her continuous moans eventually culminating in a distinct cry of pleasure before stopping.

At that moment, Michael ceased his thrusting, his expression contorted as if he was desperately trying to hold back something.

After a long struggle, Michael's face relaxed, and he let out a deep breath.

To an outsider, it might have seemed like Michael had just climaxed, but that wasn't the case.

While observing their lovemaking, I also kept an eye on Michael's scrotum, which was not far from where their bodies joined.

This allowed me to 'monitor' it effortlessly.

If Michael had ejaculated, his scrotum would have contracted sharply, but there was no such movement.

His pause was merely to suppress his urge to climax, taking a break so he could later continue to pleasure Betty for an even longer duration.

"Ha... ha... ha..." With Michael's pausing, Betty finally had a chance to catch her breath, as if she had just finished an intense workout.

Her heels finally touched the ground again.

She was panting heavily, her face drenched with sweat, her body no longer shaking, which allowed her to release her grip on Michael's hands that had been helping her maintain balance.