novelraw Chapter 387 The Little Rabbit Harry Hunter
Chapter 387 The Little Rabbit Harry Hunter
Isabella Weaver kissed for quite a while, but seeing that Harry Hunter didn’t respond at all, she stopped in frustration to question him, "Why aren’t you kissing me back!"Harry Hunter chuckled quietly, reached out to smooth her slightly tousled long hair, and lowered his head to plant a very light kiss, "I did kiss you."
Isabella Weaver widened her eyes, "How can that count? I don’t want it like this!"
"Then, how do you want it?"
"Like before!"
"What was it like before?"
Isabella Weaver’s cheeks turned even redder. She stammered, unable to string together a complete sentence.
"Madam, you have to say it aloud. If you don’t tell me, how will I know what kind you like?"
Harry Hunter hooked her chin with his finger, restraining himself, his face looking as serious as possible.
"Tonight, in the garden behind the wellness center, after I kissed you, you got mad and hit me, so I thought maybe you like it gentle. Wasn’t I gentle just now?"
Isabella Weaver looked at him suspiciously, "Are you pretending to be a little rabbit?"
Harry Hunter was about to deny it when Jeremy Duff, who was pretending to be unconscious nearby, couldn’t hold it in any longer and shouted, "He is! He’s clearly a big bad wolf pretending to be a little rabbit! He actually..."
Before he could finish, Harry Hunter hurled a wine bottle at him.
A "clang" resounded on Jeremy Duff’s head; the bottle didn’t break, but his brains were almost smashed!
He let out a wail and fainted completely.
Isabella Weaver was startled and wanted to check if Jeremy Duff was all right, but Harry Hunter picked her up and walked outside.
Harry Hunter’s voice was controlled, "He’s fine."
"Oh."
"I’m not."
"Huh? What’s wrong with you?"
"You’ll know in a moment."
Isabella Weaver was carried into the penthouse suite of the club and knew exactly what was wrong with him when Harry Hunter pinned her against the door and kissed her.
She was held up by her buttocks, her legs wrapped around his waist, the position was so intimate that it made her blush and her heart race!
His kiss was a bit wild, capturing all her air, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded.
"Harry Hunter!"
"Don’t like it?"
"You’re pretending to be a little rabbit!"
Harry Hunter laughed, "Seems like you still prefer the big bad wolf."
He carried Isabella Weaver into the bedroom, tossed her onto the soft, spacious bed, climbed on top of her, and his hand caressed up her thigh.
Isabella Weaver was wearing the club’s standard uniform tonight, a red plaid short skirt, and flesh-colored stockings, fully showing off her long legs.
Harry Hunter stroked over her stockings for a while, feeling they were in the way, and tore them right open!
Isabella Weaver let out a scream, followed by Harry Hunter’s fingers caressing up her skin.
His hands were hot, so hot they made her shiver.
His body was also hot, so hot it made her feel dazed.
She clumsily cooperated with him, responding to him, her bare arms wrapped around his neck, quickly being brought to the peak by him.
Waves of pleasure attacked her entire body, one after another. She couldn’t withstand his fierce invasion, surrendered, and let him do as he pleased.
She was pressed under him, sunk into the soft bed, calling out to him at varying pitches.
When he finally was satisfied, he picked up the soft Isabella Weaver and took her to the bathroom for a shower.
She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Isabella Weaver felt the bathroom lights were exceptionally bright, and under those stark lights, Harry Hunter was applying shower gel to her, inch by inch, caressing her skin, staring without blinking.
Isabella Weaver was unbearably shy, grabbed a towel to wrap herself, "The light is too bright, it’s blinding."
Harry Hunter kissed her affectionately, "Then I’ll dim it."