Chapter 3 First Time To Be Fingered

The man's lips seemed to be magic, because Celia found herself wanting to immerse herself in the kiss regardless of anything.

She fumbled to take off her clothes while kissing him.

"Please... I want it. Please give it to me."

She bit the man's lips unscrupulously, slipped her tongue into his mouth, and tore his shirt off restlessly.

She was the one who had taken initiative, but she was the one who went limp and numb first. She was so excited that she even shed hot tears.

Suddenly, the man pushed her away, putting their kiss to an abrupt end.

Even he had to admit that no man could resist such a temptation. But he didn't want to take advantage of the poor woman. He had to stop her from doing something that she'd regret for the rest of her life.

"Calm down first," he said in a hoarse voice.

He forced himself to pull away from her, but Celia refused to give up. Without hesitation, she pulled off the wedding dress, revealing her curvaceous and sexy figure.

The man's eyes wandered to her wet underwear and his throat went dry. Before he could react, the woman wrapped herself around the man's body like a snake. Cupping his face in her hands, she gently stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. She slowly moved her hands forward and ran her fingers through his hair.

The man wanted to push her away again, but when he looked into her eyes, he was instantly shell-shocked.

Her eyes, lustful from the drug, were filled with unspeakable loneliness.

He couldn't help but be reminded of the car accident his brother, Mack Shaw, had orchestrated.

At the time, his twenty-year-old self had gotten into a bad accident with his mother. Albeit vague, he recalled that a girl had rushed them to the hospital. He was swimming in and out of consciousness at the time and wasn't able to get a clear look at her face.

Unfortunately, when he woke up, the girl had left, and his mother had passed away from her fatal injuries.

Over the years, he had been collecting evidence to prove that Mack was the mastermind behind the so-called "accident". He had also been inquiring about the whereabouts of the girl.

While he hadn't seen the girl's face clearly, he did recall her sad and beautiful eyes, which were extraordinarily unique and unforgettable.

She had to be about the same age as the girl in front of him now. Could they be one and the same?

He froze in place, thinking of the past silently.

By the time he came to his senses, he was met with a pair of round and delicate breasts.

It turned out that Celia had already stripped naked while he was distracted. She reached up and cupped her plump breasts, rubbing her buttocks against the man's hard cock.

Every time her fingertips touched her sensitive nipples, she'd feel a wave of numbness and pleasure.

By sheer instinct, she reached for the man's suit pants and held his erect dick. However, it was so huge that her small hand couldn't wrap around the shaft completely.

Although she didn't have any prior sexual experience, her gut told her that as long as she put this huge dick into her wet pussy, all her torture would end.

"Please, help me..."

She lowered her head and started kissing the man's chest, slowly making her way down to his abs. Then she stopped when she saw a wrinkled scar around his waist.

The scar encompassed a large area of skin, like a winding centipede, which was enough to frighten anyone who saw it.

But Celia seemed to be enchanted by the scar. She caressed it with her fingers and kissed it again and again.

"Sir, please help me. It feels so uncomfortable. Please..."

It was hard to tell whether she was begging the man or seducing him, but her voice was full of pitiful fragility.

The man's desire was overwhelming, but he was still a man of principle and was unwilling to take advantage of this girl. However, his heart was burning with lust and he had to do something about it.

He subconsciously reached out to touch Celia's slender waist, stroking her delicate skin inch by inch. Finally, his fingertips wandered over to her wet pussy, but he didn't enter right away. Instead, he rubbed circles around her labia.

Celia couldn't control herself anymore, so she tried to move her buttocks upward, hoping that the man's fingers would slide inside of her.

The fire in her body was burning more fiercely now, and she felt completely overheated.

The man could keenly sense her desire, so he quickened the movement of his hand. He tentatively inserted a finger in her, and his other hand reached out to grab her plump breast, rubbing her pink nipple fiercely.

The man also felt an overwhelming sense of desire. Just then, liquid slowly flowed out of the girl's body and soaking his fingers.

"I... I want... More... One more finger, please..."

Celia's naughty words were music to the man's ears.

He obediently added another finger to meet her requirement and pressed his lips against hers, swallowing her moans.

She arched her body, and her delicate body heaved with the man's movements. A feeling of unprecedented pleasure surged crazily in her body.

As his fingers moved in and out of her, she felt her inner walls tighten suddenly, as if it was beckoning the man and wanting more.

Finally, after his two fingers reached into the deepest part of her vagina, she felt a sense of ecstasy.