Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 964 - 960: Pretending to Be Experienced in Front of Him
Whether it was Nicholas Croft’s inherent tenderness or just with Sophie Foster, his long fingers danced over her body like a pianist, playing a beautiful, gentle melody.
His lips and tongue softly and skillfully caressed every inch of skin, making Sophie shiver uncontrollably.
As they both shed their clothes, and she watched the man hold himself up above her... Sophie gripped the sheet beneath her, hesitantly speaking, "...Uncle... could you be a bit gentler,"
Nicholas looked up, propping himself up with one arm, gazing at Sophie’s small face, with a playful glint in his lust-filled eyes.
"Uh...I like gentle guys," Sophie forced a smile, then puffed out her cheeks and let out a deep breath.
The book said that being gentle the first time would lessen the pain, and she was worried this strong, handsome uncle might hurt her, so she came up with a random excuse.
"Alright,"
"Ah..." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
"Don’t be scared," Nicholas leaned forward to kiss the corner of Sophie’s lips, gently brushing away the stray hair on her forehead with one large hand, his palm softly caressing her cheek.
"Whew, whew..." Sophie breathed out, enduring the discomfort in her body but forced a smile and said, "No, it’s just... it’s been a while, I’m a bit unaccustomed,"
"Is that so?"
Nicholas paused his soothing kisses, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her.
Sophie nodded continuously, "Mhm mhm," biting her lip and pretending to ponder under Nicholas’s amused gaze, "Has it been two months or three since last time?"
"Heh,"
The little kitten was truly adorable, while other women would pretend it was their first time, she, however, pretended to be experienced in front of him.
He kissed the corner of Sophie’s lips again, coaxing softly, "Be good, call me Uncle..."
For some reason, every time he heard the little kitten call him Uncle, his heart itched with delight.
"Uncle..."
Sophie obediently called out, her small hands tentatively reaching up to Nicholas’s back, pressing tightly against him, feeling very dependent...
Though his movements were gentle, a man who had been drinking was exceptionally enduring. The affair ended past two in the morning; Sophie was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep as soon as it was over.
Having been through a long bout of passion, Nicholas felt not the least bit sleepy; instead, he was quite energized, leaning against the bed, lighting a cigarette for himself.
He looked down at the little kitten sleeping with her back to him, and raised his hand, gently stroking her shoulder exposed outside the blankets.
The skin of an eighteen-year-old girl was extraordinarily good, tight yet elastic, with a soft fleshy feel in his palm, leaving him with an overwhelming sense of fondness.
