CHAPTER 350: CHAPTER 348 GETTING USED TO IT [PART 3]

He groggily stared at the girl beneath him, kissed her lips with no hesitation, pried open her lips and teeth, greedily enjoying her taste. Unconsciously, he undressed the girl, kissing and caressing her passionately.

In the dream, the girl felt as if countless ants were running back and forth in her blood, this tingly pleasure making her feel so comfortable, so indulgent.

But what followed was a wave of pain; she felt as if her lower body was being torn apart. She wanted to open her eyes, to resist, but found herself powerless, only able to endure such a nightmare, a blush-inducing nightmare.

After the pain, she was almost driven mad; it was the first time in her life she had a wet dream, and it was so real, so pleasurable.

She had always rejected men, but never expected men could have such a skill, a skill that gave her extreme comfort.

In a daze, she fully enjoyed the pleasure of her body, unabashedly making blush-inducing sounds, unwilling to wake up from the dream, hoping this wet dream would last forever, giving her a little more comfort, maybe when she woke up, she might actually consider finding someone to experience it for real, to see if it feels the same.

Finally, she fell into a deep sleep amidst extreme pleasure; it was undoubtedly the most beautiful dream of her life, the sweetest night she’s ever slept through.

The next morning, in Liam Spencer’s suite, Maya Spencer slowly opened her eyes and saw a certain someone staring at her intently.

Seeing the man’s fiery gaze, she quickly raised her small hand to cover her face, saying, "Don’t look at me like that, you’re such a pervert."

"You’ll get used to it." Liam pulled down her little hand and kissed her cheek.

Maya observed the man, thinking that he seemed to be in a good mood today, so she half-closed her eyes, tilted his chin, and teased, "You’re in a good mood."

"If someone could cooperate like last night, I would definitely be in an even better mood." With that, Liam pressed her beneath him, pressing against her lips.

"You’re going to break me." Maya pressed her hands against his chest, pretending to complain unhappily.

"More like breaking you with pleasure! Let’s go again." His large hand had already slipped into her robe.

"My leg, be careful of my leg." Maya quickly pulled out her injured right leg from under him, placing it on his shoulder.

Liam watched her movement, the smile on his lips becoming more wicked, and then he said, "This position is quite good; we can explore you more deeply."

"You scoundrel."

"As long as you like it." He barely finished speaking when he sealed Maya’s lips with his own.

Maya felt the man’s tenderness and couldn’t help but recall what happened yesterday. But seeing Liam in such a good mood, she thought to herself, he probably wouldn’t pursue the matter!

A moment later, Liam’s delicate kisses and warm hands made Maya start to sink in, no longer fretting over yesterday’s events.

For now, as long as she was good to him, he would be happy, would cherish her, indulge her.

So, she slowly raised her small hand, cupping his face, and said with a smile, "I like it..."

In another luxurious suite, Henry Reid woke up contentedly from a wet dream, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Although he’d slept with many women, none had been as satisfying as a wet dream. Recalling last night’s intoxicating charm, Henry wished he could sleep forever, to enjoy a little longer, after all, such dreams were rare, and he wanted to savor them.

However, as he stretched and sat up in bed, he found himself beside a naked woman sleeping on her stomach, and he was completely dumbfounded. He thought, could it be that last night wasn’t a dream, that he did indeed sleep with a woman?

Or perhaps, he was still dreaming, not yet awake from the wet dream.

Heaven wouldn’t favor him so much to let him dream a second time, right? This feeling was too unrealistic, and his hangover headache kept reminding him, this wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a dream, he really had slept with some woman.

When Henry realized he had made a mistake, his heart stopped beating; he continually prayed that it wasn’t Elia Spencer, he would rather it was a server than Elia.

After praying, he held his breath and nudged the girl carefully, cautiously saying, "Miss, sorry, I think I slept with the wrong person."

In the big bed, the girl’s small hand gently pushed him away, annoyed by his noise.

Henry looked at her turned face, then at her fair skin, having to admit, her body was great, her skin was good, her texture was nice, her chest seemed quite large, and most importantly, she was able to give him an extraordinary sense of excitement.

After staring at her beautiful back for a moment, he thought, since she made him feel so good, he should compensate her properly.

In summary, because of last night’s thrill, Henry had a decent impression of this back view girl, also certain she wasn’t Elia Spencer, because judging by the leg length, Elia’s legs weren’t this long, her skin wasn’t this fair.

Consequently, he knitted his brows tightly, thinking, could it really be Maya...

But upon further examining her backside, he discovered her ankle wasn’t injured, and Maya was even paler, like jade, as smooth as a baby’s skin.

As for his familiarity with Maya’s body, it was because he had forcibly kissed her three years ago.

Nowadays, having been cared for by Liam, Maya looked better than ever, so he judged the girl before him might really be just a hotel server.

Relieved after ruling out those two, Henry breathed a sigh of relief and nudged the girl again, saying, "Miss, stop sleeping, it’s time to discuss terms."

To his speechlessness, this girl had such a big heart, she could still sleep so deeply.

Seeing how he got no response after calling twice, Henry, as the last resort, shook his head in resignation, donned his robe, and planned to leave a check for her before leaving.

As he approached the wardrobe, he inadvertently caught sight of the girl’s face.

Then came a furious curse from Henry: "Damn, how could it be her, what the hell."

At once, Henry wanted to throw up all the alcohol he drank yesterday, damn it! How could it be this ’old woman’ sleeping in his bed.

At that moment, all the pleasantness Henry felt vanished entirely, he didn’t even plan on leaving a check; no, he needed her to compensate for the damages, as she actually slept with him.