A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 232 - I’m Going To Be Angry

Chapter 232: I’m Going To Be Angry

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The second option that appeared in my mind was to beg for mercy.

Michael tossed me up and down, and my whole body couldn’t help but move with Michael’s movements. I had to hold Michael tightly as if I was attached to his embrace. Michael was delighted with my tactful behavior, but he got a faster and more powerful penetration.

I wanted to cry but had no tears because of Michael. I felt like I was riding a disobedient horse, and my lower body was sore and unbearably swollen.

I felt both comfortable and uncomfortable. I cried intermittently, “Slow down. I can’t take it anymore. It’s too deep! Ah!!!”

Michael turned a deaf ear to my words, but his movements became more rapid because of my breathing.

He frowned slightly and grabbed the back of my neck, which was drenched in sweat. He tapped his fingers on the mark twice, tilted his head, and kissed me.

“Argh!!!”

Michael’s hot lips and tongue covered my mouth without any room for rejection. I wanted to dodge, but then Michael bit my lower lip.

I inhaled painfully and was forced to open my mouth. A soft and hot tongue immediately invaded my mouth, wantonly stirring it and then lightly stabbing it. The rhythm was no different from the stabbing of my lower body.

I was poked in my wet hole by Michael, and he was eating my tongue at the same time. I felt like I was being raped. I mumbled and felt drool flowing down from where I kissed him. I felt embarrassed and anxious, so I grabbed Michael’s arm with both hands.

Finally, I found an opportunity to break away from Michael. My face was already red as could be. I panted and warned, “Don’t do this to me again! Argh! Argh! Otherwise, argh! I’m going to get angry! Michael! Argh! Argh! Argh!”

However, when I said these, Michael did not intend to stop.

Before I could finish my sentence, I was smashed into pieces by the rapid and violent collision, which turned into a series of uncontrollable moans. I was instantly embarrassed and angry. I widened my eyes and stared at him with my misty eyes. As I was thinking about how to scold this lecherous b*stard, I saw him also looking at me.

A dark light swirled in the depths of his golden pupils, filled with lust.

I lost my voice.

At this moment, Michael had lost all his usual calm and rational appearance as a prince. He had become neither arrogant nor noble, and all the labels on him seemed to have been burned away by a fire of desire. What replaced it was the strong desire for conquest, concentration, heat, and a dangerous and charming sense of oppression that all men had during sex.

I was instantly bewitched, and my voice softened. “Michael... ”

Michael didn’t say a word as he continued to move as if he had focused all his strength on his lower body. He slightly stretched his tight and strong waist, feeding his swollen penis into my wet hole. The shaft rubbed against my tender flesh, giving rise to the endless pleasure of debauchery.

My breathing became chaotic, and my body rose and fell with the water. The feeling of taming a fierce horse returned, although it was more like a fierce horse tamed me.

My private part twitched and clenched tightly, feeling like it was about to be f*cked to shreds by Michael. However, I didn’t dare to struggle too much now. With Michael here, it was useless to go head-to-head at any time.

My heart was already on the verge of breaking down, but I had no choice but to hold onto Michael’s neck tightly. I moaned in a low and hoarse voice while randomly kissing Michael’s face. I coldly pursed my thin lips and said softly, “Softer, slower! Yes... yes... uh... yes...!!!”

I was about to go crazy from the force in me that didn’t decrease in the slightest. In addition, Michael’s penis would always bring in some cold water. My anus was filled with water in this short period, and the strange and stimulating feeling drove me crazy.

I used random names and almost cried as I pleaded, “I’ll do it myself. Can I move on my own?”

Michael looked at me this time and finally intended to respond to me.

His hand let go of my waist, and I was about to sigh in relief, but I felt his hand go down my lower abdomen and directly to my privates.

I tensed up and asked, trembling, “What are you doing now?”

Michael casually touched my labia twice and then clasped the red and swollen clit. I was already unable to extricate myself from the shock of pleasure, and now that Michael directly stimulated me, I only felt that little bit of pain and pleasure, and my body almost couldn’t take it.

I bent my back in pain and said in a half-fawning and half-pained tone, “Michael, let go! Let go of it!”