Her triggering point

"Aron's point of view,"

"Sorry, I slapped you. Aron, please let me go." Her tears, glistening in the red-hued room light, resemble a red diamond amidst the white snow.

Her resistance to my physical contact only intensified my desire to feel her all over. Her wedding dress still blocked my view of her stunning milky white thighs, no matter how much I tried to open her legs by tying a leg spreader between them.

I was trying to put her at ease by gently touching her, but she smacked me across the face, which hurt my man's pride. Sara's resistance only served to heighten my attraction to her body; I've never met a woman who didn't enjoy my touch.

Junior Finge was quite excited to explore her pussy's depths. However, I intended to make her plead with me to let me inside of her.

Once again, I lay down on her to feel her pulpy lips. I have no idea what it is about her lips that makes me want to keep kissing her.

It wasn't even our kiss; I was the only one who placed her lips in my mouth, and she gave no response. My anger towards her grew because of this sudden realization, which increased my anger toward her.

Did she not enjoy my kiss? Given that every woman is yearning to kiss me, how is it possible that she didn't like my kiss?

Perhaps she likes soft kissing.

No, she didn't enjoy delicate kissing; she constantly mentioned in her erotic stories that she prefers forceful and passionate kisses that leave a painful and powerful impression on her lips.

If she enjoyed my kiss, then why didn't she respond? I am becoming even more enraged as my subconscious continues to pester me with inquiries.

This time, when I saw her swollen lips, I kissed her softly. She did not respond to my soft kiss, but to my astonishment, she did not try to oppose me or break free from my hands.

To make her moan, I rubbed my tongue against her jawline. It would have been nice to hear her pleasant moan, but she seemed lifeless as she lay on the bed.

It left me quite disappointed. I will try my hardest to make her happy with me because Aron Finge has never failed to satisfy a woman in bed before.

I flicked my tongue on her earlobe and let out a hot breath behind her ears. She tried hard to hide the effect of my proximity to her by tightly closing her eyes.

She made no sound or sign that she enjoyed my touch as I sucked her tender neck until it became blue. Her gown blocked my view of her stunning physique, even as my torso yearned to feel the warmth of her skin. I tore off her gown because I could not wait to see how beautiful her body looked.

The room's faint red light reflected off her white body. I can't stop staring at her perfect physique. It's hard for me to say for sure what color her underwear is; it could be red or white lace. Whatever shade it was, I liked how her lingerie hugged her curves.

I softly cupped and stroked her breast. She attempted to move her legs, but the leg spreader rendered her immobile. Now, I believe she enjoys my touch. She let out a sob instead of a moan when I blew hot air onto her breast.

Why is she acting out so dramatically? Looking at her face, I tried to read her expression. She had closed her eyes and was still lying there like a corpse. Instead of joy, I observed a hint of pain on her face.

How is this possible?

Women never darted their gaze away from my great muscular form, but this woman was lying as if she didn't even want to look at me.

I tied her hand so that she would plead with me to release her hand so that she could touch my perfect abs but she didn't plead with me as I expected; instead, she wanted to let her go. Should I let her go?

Oh, come on, think about me; I am dying to measure the depth inside her. My increasing lust overpowered me, preventing me from releasing her hand from the restraints.

I didn't care if she wanted me to touch her or not.

I wanted her so desperately.

I unhooked her bra, revealing a perfectly cupped breast in front of me. Upon laying eyes on her delicate pink nipples, I felt an irresistible desire to kiss them. I used my hand to grip one of her breasts while sucking on her other nipple. I have never experienced such a high level of pleasure. I guessed her body size accurately; her breast size is exactly 36.

When I was finished licking and squeezing her breast, I moved down to examine her lovely-shaped belly button. She has a deep, perfectly round belly button. It's the most exquisite belly button I've ever seen. I slid my tongue into her belly button to assess its depth.

She flinched at my touch on her belly button.

Oh, she likes my touch on this spot. It refers to her body's triggering point.

I was pleased with my little accomplishment, but I was disappointed when she didn't moan or open her eyes.

I flicked my tongue across her panty line, but she didn't react.

Why is this woman testing my patience? I blew hot breath over her panty and on her inner thighs.

My junior is already in full bloom, eager to find its way inside, but I don't want to hasten things for her.

To give her a feel for my hardness, I ran my junior finger over her panty. Once she felt the hardness of my dick, she opened her eyes and stared at me in terror.

"Please let me go, Aaron." She struggled to get her hands and legs free from the tie bar.

"Sara, you have such a gorgeous body. I'd never seen such beauty before." She pleaded with me, but I disregarded her and softly pursed her lips.

I reached into her underwear to see whether she was desperate for me, but to my dismay, her pussy was perfectly dry and showed no signs of being desperate for me.

How is it possible for a woman to have such complete control over her lust? She's so adept at controlling her desires, but I'm also Aron Finge, so I won't give up on her until she begs me to feel her inside. I opened the side drawer of the bed and took out her latest published story magazine.