Chapter 139: Are You Feeling Good?

“Look at you now, you’re so fucking slutty!”

Frederick was ready. When he finally came behind Claire and saw the sticky fluid dripping down, he couldn’t help but slap Claire’s buttocks again. “Hmm! Hmm!”

Claire had already been stimulated to a certain extent. After Frederick did this, she really felt that she was going to be stimulated to death by him. She lay on the bed, biting the sheets beneath her, and couldn’t help making loud noises.

Frederick also felt that it was stimulating enough. He couldn’t help it anymore. His penis was so hard that it almost exploded. Looking at Claire’s wet pussy, constantly dripping with moisture, he thrust forward and penetrated it to the bottom. He couldn’t help but pat Claire’s very elastic buttocks with his hands. “Oh! Fuck! Oh!”

Claire couldn’t bear it any longer. She raised her hips hard, raised her head, knelt on the bed, and screamed! Feeling Claire’s vagina tightening like never before, he also made sounds of pleasure.

That night, whether it was because of Frederick’s stimulating pats, the doggy-style position, or the previous times of getting used to it, the two of them had completely merged into making love. The constant collision and thrusting made them reach an unprecedented climax.

“Claire, are you feeling good?”

“Yeah, it feels good! Fuck me! Fuck me! Freder!”

When he heard her call him “Freder,” Frederick was stimulated like never before. Claire had never called him “Freder” before. The rhythm of Frederick’s body became faster and faster, and sweat kept dripping from his hair, rolling down his well-dressed chest and dripping onto Claire’s back, following the rhythm of his movements. Claire knelt there, feeling Frederick’s strong love deep in her soul, twisting her hips and constantly cooperating with Frederick. He thrust in and out. Claire shouted until her voice became hoarse, but Frederick continued.

Later, she didn’t even know when Frederick ended. She just felt… she could vaguely feel that the sheets were wet, and she was still moaning.

When Claire woke up from her sleep, it was the next morning. When she woke up, Frederick was gone. It seemed that from the first time they had sex until now, she had never seen Frederick when she opened her eyes. Thinking of “Clai,” which she seemed to have heard in a daze after falling asleep last night, Claire smiled bitterly. She thought, “It must be my illusion. Frederick hated me so much that he tortured her in bed. How could he call me so intimately? What’s more, from the very beginning, Frederick said that I must pay back all of this on behalf of Anna.” For some reason, when Claire thought of this, she couldn’t help but associate it with the intimate scene between Anna and Frederick. She thought, “Frederick must be super gentle to Anna. The first night when Frederick conquered me, wasn’t he also so gentle? Frederick made it clear that he mistook me for Anna.” Her eyes unconsciously became wet.

At this time, Frederick had arrived at the Security Command Headquarters. “What are you all doing? It’s been so long since we found the leader of the last terrorist attack! Where on earth did our defense line get breached? Whether it’s because of the spy or not, we still haven’t figured it out!” “You will be fired if you don’t make it clear. Get out of here!”

The meeting started, and Frederick just looked through the documents handed over. Before they spoke, he scolded them. Ever since Frederick took charge of the Kingstown Security Department, he had always been even-tempered. He rarely got so angry. Everyone looked at each other and started talking. “What’s wrong with General Hawthorne today? Adjutant Parker, I’ve never seen him so angry.” “Shut up! Hold it in.”

Richard’s palms were sweating from nervousness. Frederick rarely lost his temper like this. Last night, Frederick told him to leave first and drove out alone. Richard wondered what happened after that. After Frederick vented his anger, he returned to the office, still feeling irritated and depressed.

At the end of their lovemaking last night, when they were so passionate, he couldn’t help but shout out “Clai.” The word kept echoing in his ears.