Stuck Beauty A Misadventure (by Cool Husky) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

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It felt so strange, as if some odd switch inside my body had been flipped open. This sensation was truly

bizarre.

Just then, I heard Mr. Palmer’s hurried footsteps coming from outside.

It sounded like he had closed the shop door, probably to keep anyone from disturbing us. He then strode quickly toward the back storeroom, his footsteps drawing nearer and nearer to me.

He seemed to be undoing his pants while walking, and soon, that searing hardness pressed against me again. Though nothing happened in the strictest sense, the intense friction still left me helplessly

overwhelmed.

This time, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and a long, involuntary moan escaped my lips.

Mr. Palmer stopped moving instantly, as if startled.

I felt a flicker of embarrassment, but the raw urge inside me left no room for further thought.

“Mr. Palmer, it’s me,” I said in a trembling voice tinged with shyness.

“R–Ruby? What are you doing here?” Mr. Palmer stammered, a mix of shock and fear in his voice. Whether out of forgetfulness or something else, his lower body remained pressed tightly against mine.

I could still feel the firm warmth pressing intimately against me, as though one strong move could break through the final barrier.

“I–I was sleeping here earlier and accidentally triggered the mechanism. Mr. Palmer, could you help turn

it off?”

My voice came out breathy without me meaning it to, and I could clearly feel a telltale twitch between my legs, as if it were unusually excited.

But soon Mr. Palmer moved away from behind me and instead unplugged the pleasure bed’s power cord. With the electricity cut off, the pleasure bed quickly returned to its normal position. Yet, I remained collapsed on the mattress.

When I turned my head, I was met with the imposing sight of Mr. Palmer’s sizable member, proudly on display before me.

The pleasure bed’s plug was right by the headboard. After pulling it out, Mr. Palmer hadn’t stepped back, and now that formidable presence was inches from my face. If I had turned my head just a bit more sharply, I would have brushed right against it.

The intense scent of testosterone instantly filled my nostrils. My vision grew hazy, and my body began to writhe almost on its own.

I knew I shouldn’t be like this, but my body was no longer under my control. And maybe in Mr. Palmer’s

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