Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 115 - 114: Is Little Jujube Starting to Develop?

Oh my god!

Why is he behind me?

South Grant used both hands and feet to push him away forcefully.

South Grant was already at the edge of the bed, and with her push, Nathan Foster tumbled down.

Just at that moment, Nathan Foster’s hand was on South Grant’s waist.

With his fall, he pulled South Grant down with him.

Nathan Foster hit the ground with his back, while South Grant landed directly on top of him.

South Grant let out a startled cry, and her lips fell upon Nathan Foster’s lips again.

After a full three seconds of being stunned, South Grant finally reacted and tried to get up.

But it was already too late, Nathan Foster held the back of her head and pressed her down towards himself.

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

South Grant struggled, but her strength was nothing in front of Nathan Foster.

Nathan Foster held one hand on the back of her head and the other on her lower back, pinning her down even though she was on top.

She was obediently controlled by Nathan Foster.

South Grant felt Nathan Foster’s fiery tongue stirring wildly, and she angrily opened her eyes wide to look at him.

Nathan Foster now was really no different from the Nathan Foster of the past life.

Whether he was on top or she was on top, the one in control was always him.

She was always the passive one!

Couldn’t avoid it, couldn’t escape.

South Grant remembered he had a wound on his lower lip, he said last night it was from her biting him.

At this moment, South Grant curled her tongue and gently teased Nathan Foster’s tongue.

Nathan Foster looked slightly stunned, but in that brief moment of surprise, South Grant captured his lower lip.

She didn’t bite, but sucked forcefully.

Watching his brows furrow, South Grant’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

Take that, can’t handle you!

Pain you to death!

Time passed bit by bit, maybe a minute or maybe an hour, one was sucking hard, the other was kneading on her body.

Until South Grant felt tired from sucking, she released Nathan Foster’s lower lip, slightly panting.

As expected, the area bitten last night was now severely swollen, and there was blood oozing out.

South Grant raised her hand to wipe her mouth corner, looking proud.

Nathan Foster looked at her with a satisfied expression instead.

It seemed like the swollen wound didn’t bother him at all.

South Grant’s initially proud expression paused slightly when she saw Nathan Foster’s satisfied face.

Is this guy a masochist?

Doesn’t he feel pain at all?

At this moment, Nathan Foster looked at South Grant, a smile tugging at his lips, as he gazed into her eyes and said:

"You’ve got quite the mouth skills, sucking with such intensity, we’ll definitely try again sometime."

South Grant: "..."

This round, South Grant was utterly defeated!

After such a tussle, South Grant was exhausted.

Dealing with beasts by day, and wild animals by night.

What kind of life is this?

Soon, South Grant fell asleep.

Nathan Foster couldn’t fall asleep so easily, during his earlier "battle" on the ground with South Grant, somewhere was on high alert.

He was now in the bathroom, taking a cold shower.

After calming down, Nathan Foster emerged from the bathroom.

He came out to see South Grant sleeping by the edge of the bed, he walked over and looked down at her.

At night, she always washed off the makeup from her face, making her skin look as flawless as jade, under the dim light, she seemed like a peerless pearl, tempting one to want a taste.

The air conditioning was on in the bedroom, and the thin blanket had been kicked onto the floor during their earlier scuffle.

Nathan Foster bent down to pick up the thin blanket and covered South Grant with it.

Then Nathan Foster noticed, beneath her sleepwear, there were two small bulges.

Is this... has the pancake started developing dates?