Chapter 140

Isabella's moans filled the garage.

Michael's skilled tongue was giving her a pleasure she had never felt before.

Her body started to react, and she could feel herself getting wetter. Michael didn't waste a drop, eagerly lapping it up.

"Oh my God, this feels so good. How do you know all this?" Isabella moaned louder. They had never tried this kind of foreplay before.

"Isabella, I can't hold back anymore. You're ready; I need to be inside you," Michael said, his eyes burning with desire, his breath heavy like a bull about to charge.

Isabella let out a soft moan and nodded, craving for Michael to enter her and fulfill her deepest desires.

Michael grinned, straightened up, and positioned himself at her entrance, slowly pushing in.

Making love in the car was a whole new experience. The tight space didn't feel suffocating; it added an exciting edge.

As Michael entered her, the warm, contracting sensation shot through his body. It was like a spark igniting a powder keg.

He lay on top of her, moving his hips rhythmically, thrusting in and out.

"This feels amazing, so much better than in bed. Michael, you're incredible today," Isabella moaned, wrapping her arms around his back.

They had done it many times in bed, but this was different. At first, she used to stay quiet, but now she was more vocal, embracing Michael's varied styles.

The car rocked with their movements, the pace picking up.

Michael suddenly grabbed her breasts, kneading them, adding to her pleasure.

Her moans grew louder, driving Michael to thrust faster.

Luckily, they were in their own villa with no neighbors around, so they didn't have to worry about being overheard.

"Michael, deeper, it feels so good. I've never felt like this before," Isabella moaned, her legs draped over his shoulders.

She lifted her hips, trying to get him deeper.

Michael felt the tip of his penis hitting a soft spot, probably her cervix.

He started thrusting harder, each stroke hitting that spot, making her moans rise in pitch.

"Too fast, oh my God, Michael, slow down," Isabella's face showed a hint of pain.

Michael slowed down but his breathing grew heavier. He lifted her hips, continuing to thrust with his rigid penis.

Streams of milky fluid started to flow from her, trickling down her butt onto the seat.

"Isabella, let's switch it up," Michael said, pulling out and giving her a playful pat on the butt.

Blushing, Isabella did as he asked, kneeling on the seat with her butt raised high. This position made her feel even more embarrassed but not being able to see him just made it all the more thrilling.

Michael admired her slender waist and full butt. He spread her labia with his fingers, then pressed his body against her back, guiding himself to her entrance. Gripping her hips, he eased himself in slowly.

Isabella gripped the seatback tightly, her eyes rolling back, moaning non-stop.

The car rocked more rhythmically, and as the pace quickened, she felt herself trembling violently. A hot liquid gushed from deep inside her.

"I'm coming," Isabella screamed, her body convulsing intensely.

Michael was close too. He thrust forward forcefully, pushing as deep as he could. As the tip of his penis touched her cervix, he came.

He always did this, hoping to get Isabella pregnant.

After they climaxed, they lay in the car, panting heavily. Once they had recovered, Michael grabbed some tissues to clean up.

"Honey, that was amazing. Let's do this every month, okay?" Michael said with a mischievous grin.

Blushing, Isabella threw a tissue at his face, then opened the car door and stepped out.

Michael laughed, picked up the tissue, and tossed it in the trash on his way back.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Isabella said, her face still red as she ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She felt embarrassed about how wild she had been in the car. She had never acted like that before.

Michael smiled, not minding at all. However, he didn't know that a small trouble was brewing for him.

That night, several newspapers got wind that John's mysterious uncle had brought back his new wife, Estella, and photos were leaked.

The newspapers rushed to prepare the news. Jerry quickly caught wind of this and tried to block the information, but it was too late.

Jerry immediately called Michael to fill him in.

Michael had planned to spend some more intimate time with Isabella after she came out of the bathroom, but his expression darkened upon hearing the news.

"This must be Mason's doing. It's too late to stop it now. Go and warn the newspapers; they can publish the photos, but my face better not appear in the news, or they'll face the consequences," Michael said coldly before hanging up.

"Looks like Mason still has some suspicions about my marriage," Michael muttered, his expression serious.