Novel & Cerita Overlord Touch Me

He takes the plate, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, “We’ll see.” We sit at the table, and for a few blissful seconds, there’s only the sound of forks scraping against plates. But of course, I can’t leave well enough alone. “So,” I say between bites, “about this no touching rule…” He groans. “Not this again.” “I’m just saying—it’s a little dramatic, don’t you think? We’re adults. We can survive the occasional accidental brush of the arm.” “It’s not dramatic,” he says flatly. “It’s simple. No touching means no lines get crossed.”

"I'll be working on your thighs now. Please recline slightly on the pillow." "Okay." Even though I was still shy, the anticipation of his touch had completely eclipsed my sense of shame. Following his instructions, I sat up slightly. As I looked down, I saw that my chest was coated in the white cream. When the air hit my skin, it sent a cooling shiver through me. Fingerprints were left scattered across my chest, and the tips were glistening with moisture. Anyone could see that I had been toyed with. But I had no idea this was only the beginning.

“Good girl, not even yourself, you're not allowed to do so, only me has the right to touch this body cause you know why…..you belong to me” “Yes baby, I belong only to you” I yap hopelessly, his face was so close I could literally feel his hot breath on me, he smells like wine mixed with sin, and danger. I want to kiss those formidable lips of his, I want to taste every inch of him, fuck…..he's my doom. His dark eyes zeroed on me the whole time, I bet he's having a fun time Another spank came but this time it was not my ass, it was my V area,

With each push came a fierce aching need to be conquered. "How do you like that?" His hands were fondling with my breasts as he whispered. My response to him was a soft moan. This was sweet torture, my eyes were slightly shut both from ecstasy and the sight of Oliver hovering around us. Oliver was touching Charles, encircling his masculine hands around Charles' torso, back, and bum.

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

My skin yearns to feel his touch as he keeps one of his hands on the wall next to my head while the other is balled to a fist over my head as he leans his elbow against the wall. Moving my hands down, I clasp his t-shirt, wanting to pull him closer. “Touch me, please.” I plead between kisses, and he finally lowers his hands on me, grabbing my thighs just below my ass. I moan into his mouth as he groans. “They are going to kill me.” My breath hitches shortly, but it doesn’t keep us from continuing to make out. Driving my fingers into his hair, I grab onto them as he lifts me to wrap my legs around his waist.

“If you touch me, I would hate you more.” “What kind of touch Tesoro?” My lips moved down to her neck, sucking and kissing “This touch.” My hand sauntered back to the hem of her lacy panties I had asked my sister to get, trailing my fingers around the edges until I slipped one in and pulled it out, running that same finger down her pussy walls which I felt tighten until I reached her cunt, trailing my finger there to feel the wetness “This touch? I want answers, Ophelia…I can feel your wetness, I can feel you throb without doing anything.”

Oliver pushed his finger in and out of me while flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. “What are you doing? Oh Oliver.” I somehow muffled a scream. “Don’t tell me my nephew hasn’t done this to you.” Oliver said between licks. I was burning up. This was an entirely new level of euphoria. “No, never. It feels….it feels so nice.”

“You’re beautiful.” The hair doesn’t seem to bother him at all. In fact, he seems to like it, caressing my mound like a treasure. His palm is warm and rough against the softness of my flesh. “But…I…” My brain’s all jumbled up, dazed by his touch. His palm feels like heaven on my skin. “Shh.” Sir Oliver's finger snakes along my slit and my body shudders. My eyes widen and I gasp. My skin is on fire.

"T-touch me. Do it. Please." I pinch her nipple. Gardenia arches her back, groaning low in her throat, and then I'm cupping her breast, kneading it and weighing it in my palm. Fuck. One touch won't be enough. One taste won't be enough. Any foolish notion I had that this could happen just once, that we could simply get it out of our systems–it melts away into the heated air.