Chapter Thirty

　　AMALA

　　He pecks my lips as he holds my legs apart then thrusts his cock inside of me.

　　I grit my teeth as I writhe in pain and agony. The veins on my wrists become visible as I grip the bed sheets.

　　"Relax, Amala," whispers Seth as he comforts me by playing with my clit. "Despite the multiple orgasms you had, you're still fucking tight."

　　I can't reply as a single tear drops from the corner of my eye.

　　I can't help it. I do have a weak tolerance to pain.

　　He kisses between my breasts then his mouth wanders to my left nip which he realizes is one of my most sensitive spots as his tongue twirls around it. At the same time, his finger strokes quickens on my clit.

　　As his cock inside me hasn't moved and focuses on pleasuring me, I do as I was told and heave a sigh, focusing more on the pleasure he is giving me.

　　My body shudders as I feel relaxed from this feeling.

　　But he takes it as an opportunity to move his long throbbing dick back and rams inside.