My Husband Is a Gary Stu

CHAPTER 1250 ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH YOUR MAN

Armand hummed a response. His hands went under Genevieve's knees to pick her up from the couch.

On the way upstairs, seeing that there was no one around, Genevieve kissed and nibbled on the man. Armand almost lost his marbles, struggling to contain his desire.

When they were in the bedroom, Armand threw Genevieve on the bed and showered her with kisses.

Genevieve almost couldn't catch her breath. She regretted provoking a hungry beast that had been craving her for months.

She knew she would be screwed if she did not do something to quench the beast.

When the man finally broke contact to catch his breath, Genevieve panted heavily. “Mando, I just got off a ten-hour flight. I smell bad.”

“I don't think so.” Armand nibbled at her neck. He said in a low croak, “You smell good.”

His passionate kisses trailed down Genevieve's body and stoked up the fire in her heart.

Armand was being particularly patient in unwrapping this special present. He was worried that he would hurt Genevieve for being too rough, but Genevieve wished he could just lose his restraint and be more aggressive.

It was such a torture to drag things on.

She didn't know how many times she was carried to take a bath. When she was finally tucked back in the soft bed, she instinctively wrapped the quilt tightly around her body when she saw the man again.

Armand laughed and handed a glass to her, gesturing for her to drink water using the straw.

Genevieve finished half a glass of water before she let go of the straw. Armand bent over and licked off the droplets by her lips. He asked, “Now do you think your man is capable?”

“Yes! He's awesome!” Genevieve planted a huge kiss on the man's face as a gesture of affirmation.

She exclaimed with righteous indignation, “Any woman who says a man can't perform after thirty clearly hasn't been with a real man. It's just a baseless, biased assumption.”

Following that, she cooed, “Hubby... My back feels sore.”

Armand tugged on her quilt.

Genevieve didn't loosen her grip on the quilt. Instead, she continued to act coquettishly with the man. “I have to go visit Jojo tomorrow. We will have fun again some other day, okay?”

She was now facing a ravenous beast whose appetite had gone unsated for months. Thus, she had to set some rules first to prevent things from spiraling out of control later.

Armand's eyes glinted with a hint of a smile as he replied, “Okay.”

Genevieve breathed a sigh of relief and let the man take the quilt away. Soon, she was laying naked on the pillow.

Her snow-white skin was marred with dense hickey marks.

Armand retrieved a bottle of essential oil from the drawer and poured a few drops onto his palms, rubbing them together to produce heat. Then, he started gently massaging Genevieve's lower back.

Genevieve felt drained after a few rounds of intense exercise. The man's excellent massage technique and the soothing lavender fragrance in the air made her feel relaxed and drowsy.

When she was about to fall asleep, she heard Armand. “Darling, I have something to tell you.”