My mystery lover novel (Richard and Amy) novel Chapter 92

Late in the morning, Amy woke up and saw a handsome face, "Richard, why are you so strong?"

She was furious. Last night, they had sex. It was fabulous at first, but then she got tired and wanted to stop. However, Richard seemed so energetic as a horny beast.

In the end, she went exhausted and felt as if her waist were broken.

While Richard was cheerful for he did enjoy himself last night. Looking at Amy's angry face, he rolled her over with a smile.

"What are you doing?" Amy looked alert, but she ached all over and had no strength to resist.

"I won't do anything to you. Relax!" Richard said and placed his hands on Amy's waist to give her a massage.

He was skillful. Amy felt comfortable and closed her eyes.

Richard felt turned on the moment he touched Amy's smooth and tender skin. He tried his best to restrain his desire and forgot to massage her.

"Go on." Amy liked the massage, so she became unhappy when Richard stopped.

"Alright." Richard continued. While he was massaging, he couldn’t help thinking Amy was really flexible maybe because she started learning ballet at an early age. Richard smiled and thought it was good, for he could try something new with her in the bed.

He felt that Amy would definitely slap him if she knew what he was thinking now!

Amy was satisfied, wondering how Richard treated Allison before. Was he this gentle and nice?

"Alright, you can stop now. Mr. Carter, why didn't you go to work today?" Amy turned over and wanted to go to work.

"Actually, I think it's better if you call me Richard or honey." Richard hated it when Amy called him Mr. Carter.

Amy rolled her eyes at him and didn't want to talk to him. She got out of bed and took a shower. Afterwards, she began to comb her long hair. Her hair was black and shiny, hanging down to her waist.

"Let me help you." Richard grabbed the comb and gently combed her hair.

"Mr. Carter, do you often do this? You seem to be proficient." Amy saw in the mirror that Richard was very gentle.

Richard did not say anything. This was the first time he had helped a girl comb her hair. He pursed his lips nervously, worrying that he would hurt Amy.

With great difficulty, he finally smoothed her hair. Then he heaved a sigh of relief.

After her hair became smooth, Amy tied it into a ponytail, looking pretty.

Just as Richard was about to praise her, his phone rang. It was his assistant, so he walked away to answer it.

The next moment, he left. Amy got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. She was truly tired last night and was starving now.

Before she could finish her breakfast, her phone rang. She found it was Hannah and hurriedly picked it up.