A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 142 - Compensation In The Car

Chapter 142: Compensation In The Car

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I couldn’t believe how badly I had behaved. I couldn’t control my emotions on such a romantic occasion. It was very frustrating.

Michael had put a lot of thought into it. He had arranged everything perfectly. The view was perfect. The music was romantic. The food was delicious. It was the best thing he had ever done to me since we met. I had ruined it all.

I peeked at Michael’s face. There was nothing out the window, but he was still looking out the window. I put my hand on his leg. He didn’t move, but I could feel his muscles tensing. I ventured a few inches higher, and Michael’s body stiffened.

Michael turned and looked at me, confused.

I blinked. “Thank you for making this for me today. I’m the reason it’s all ruined. Maybe you’d like me to make it up to you.”

I placed my hand on the zipper of Michael’s pants, and his breathing quickened. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and opened them. I thought he would nod in acquiescence, but he held my hand and shook his head at me. “Cecily, you don’t have to do this.”

I looked into Michael’s eyes and said softly, “But you’ve spent a lot of effort preparing for the date. I’ve disappointed you, haven’t I?”

Michael opened his mouth and said helplessly, “Yes, I’m a little disappointed. But I know this isn’t what you think. I’m not an unreasonable person. Cecily, we still have many opportunities in the future.”

But every time in the future would not be this time, I said in my heart.

“In the last step of your date today, did you not anticipate what we would do?” I leaned close to Michael and said in his ear.

Michael’s body trembled along with my breath. Then, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He pulled me into his arms and said, “I thought about it, but the location is not here.”

“Now, do you want to change your plan? Although the previous ones didn’t go according to plan, we can skip to the last step,” I said as I licked my lips.

If I initially wanted to make it up to Michael, I wanted to do something with Michael in the car.

Different occasions and atmospheres brought me a different kind of excitement. Since it was said that sex was the last step of the date, the date was perfect as long as the finale was done.

Michael looked down at me, his gaze getting darker and darker. Then, he pressed a few switches in his hand, and a board quietly rose, separating the front and back seats.

This was undoubtedly a sign of acquiescence to start.

My breathing quickened, and I reached for Michael’s suit.

Michael slid his hand effortlessly into my shirt, and I leaned over to kiss his neck and collarbone, stopping to suck at his Adam’s apple.

His hand went from my chest to my waist, and he took my shirt off. I reached down into his pants and grabbed his penis.

I had tried to seduce Michael a few times in our relationship, but he had taken the initiative most of the time, and I wanted to change that.

For once, I didn’t want to take the initiative because I wanted to get something out of Michael. I just wanted to have sex with him, to make him happy, for no reason.

The space in the car was small, and we weren’t prepared.

I looked up at Michael and slid off him. Michael touched my shoulder. He seemed to realize what I was trying to do, and his gaze darkened.

I had just unzipped Michael’s pants, but he was already fully ready.

I didn’t hesitate any longer. I placed my hands on his thighs and licked him through his underwear.

The cramped space allowed me to maintain a half-kneeling position. I tilted my head to suck on Michael’s penis. Before I could even lick again, Michael had already spread his legs and thrust his penis directly into my mouth.

It was too harsh. I choked for a moment. I turned my head away and pushed the penis out of my mouth.

“It’s… it’s too big.”

Michael looked down at me and ordered, panting, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

I looked up at Michael again. I still wanted to make it up to him, so I reached out and freed his thing from his underwear. I stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked the top of my penis.

Michael stuck his finger into my mouth and made it so that it was like a penis. He repeated the thrusting motions and said hoarsely, “Open your mouth.”

My few sexual experiences were with Michael, and because I didn’t like oral sex and always felt dirty, we didn’t do it much. So I lacked experience and skill in this area and tried to please Michael as much as possible.