New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 635: Relieving the warmth

The last thing Coco remembered after dinner was trying to talk to the husbands about adding Kairo to the family, but the way Quizen had teased her, the smirk on his face when he kept caressing her ankle, and even his dirty remark..

He knew damn well what he was doing and she had let him, knowing full well where it would lead.

So when the five of those beautiful men started crowding her and fussing over her, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling the desire crawl up her veins.

Now, she’s laying and trembling in Quizen’s bed, ruined and flushed under him— and she can’t even tell if the heat in her cheeks is because of his touch and delicious strokes or out of shame, for giving in so easily to his tricks.

Quizen wasn’t any better than her though.

He was panting above her, his hand trailing up her stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake and he was frowning down at her.

She could barely see the possessive glint in his gaze just before he spoke up.

"You’re such a bad girl, wife." He murmured, his voice ragged and gruff with desire as he stayed still above her. "What were you thinking? Letting yourself get that heated for us? In Kairo’s presence, too?"

He doesn’t sound annoyed. If anything, he sounds almost proud— like some kind of hunter savoring the thrill of the chase.

Coco shivered under his stare, her velvety walls clamping down around him in a way that made Quizen’s breath hitch, making his grip on her hip tighten.

"I-I’m sorry.." Coco whimpered, the sound coming out involuntarily. "Just want you so bad—"

She couldn’t even finish what she was saying when she heard a laugh tears from the mediator’s throat. He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, and flashed her a knowing smile.

"Adorable." He mumbled, his eyes taking in the way she looked at him. "Begging for me like some desperate little thing."

Quizen hummed and started going down, her breath fanning hot air against her neck before his lips brushed a sensitive spot that made her hips twitch against his.

He presses kiss after kiss on her skin, as if he can’t help himself, as if he can’t get enough of the way she responds to even the thinnest hint of affection.

His body is so big and solid above her, to the point she can’t keep her hands from sliding over his shoulders to feel the muscles ripple underneath his skin and the weight of him against her.

Quizen stopped peppering kisses onto her neck, but he leaned closer, his hips flush against hers and then, he started moving again.

Coco’s body arched off the bed, her back arching in a sharp, trembling curve as her vision whites out.

Every thrust was driving the thickest part of him right where she’s most sensitive— the angle is brutal, perfect; Coco can feel every inch as it drags over that spot inside her with devastating precision.

"Fuck!" She gasped, her eyes glossing with tears "Q-Quizen, I’m gonna—!"

A sharp inhale cut across his lungs as he watched her unravel beneath him, but he didn’t slow down; if anything, he drove into her harder.

"That’s it, Coco." He groaned out, his hands sliding down to her sides and pulled her up against him, her lower half getting lifted off the bed. "Let me see you come on my cock like a good girl."

"Q-Quiz— ah!" Her voice cracks on his name, her breath ragged. "I c-can’t! I’m g-gonna—!"

But he doesn’t let up. Quizen slammed the tip of his length into that spot again and again, harder even, and it made Coco shatter beneath him with a sob, her inside clamping down around Quizen.

"Q-Quizen!" She wailed his name, her voice a little too loud. "I’m c-coming—!"

A groan ripped from his throat when he felt it; the way she milks him like she’s trying to pull his own release out of him.

His hips stuttered when she tightened, and then, he slams into her one last time before burying himself to the hilt and released so deep inside her to make sure that by the end of it, there’s a chance he’s going to walk out of the room with an egg on his womb.

Coco’s nails dig crescent moons into Quizen’s arms as he froze above her, his entire body locking up.

He didn’t pull out yet and just trembled through the aftershocks of their releases, but he pressed his forehead to hers and they both struggled to catch their breath.

When he finally lifted his head, there’s something close to satisfaction in the way he stared down at her body.

Coco panted through parted, kiss-swollen lips, her chest rose and fell rapidly, body flushed and warm from their love making, but her gaze is a lazy thing, hooded with the lingering effects of pleasure, and when their eyes met.. Well, Quizen can see the hunger in hers. the need for more.

The fact that she still wants him, even though they only finished a few minutes ago, made the look on his face twist into hunger once again.

"Want more already, wife?" He murmured, tracing a thumb along her cheek.

Does she still want him and go for round two? Fuck yes! As if she will ever let the chance to bed once of them pass! Over her dead body!

"Yes—" Coco answered, lips parted, ready to beg, but the door suddenly slammed open.

The sound makes her jolt, eyes flying wide as she instinctively clutches at Quizen’s shoulders and there in the doorway stood Heiren.

The mediator’s expression is unreadable for a split second before his gaze dropped pointedly to where they were still connected on the bed and his eyebrows furrowed.

Heiren closed the door immediately and shot Quizen an annoyed look.

"Seriously?" The brown haired mediator hissed, watching as his friend shot him a what-do-you-want look which only worsened the annoyance he was feeling.