Bab 339: I Will Have You

However, as the heat built on, Arianna let go of his finger and screamed out, "I can't do this anymore!" 

Marcel didn't complain and let her be, a smirk tugging his lips to the side. In the end, he won against her. His pride was stroked.

Arianna cried out her moan, pulling him closer than he could possibly get. She wanted more. They should create a fire, but right now, it seemed as if Marcel was rubbing two stones together and all it produced were sparks. But then, even though the spark was not enough, she still wanted it. She would make do with it at the moment. 

"Fuck!" Arianna growled, clenching and unclenching his suit with the rhythm of the torrent of pleasure attacking her with no care that it would be rumpled later. Each of his movements scraped against her clit and almost drove her crazy.