A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 182 - Making Love

Chapter 182: Making Love

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was still bright, and the sun was shining through the window onto us.

I averted my eyes to the other side and shivered as I felt Michael’s crotch leave my hip for a moment. When it touched me again, the thin layer of suit material was gone, and the heat was even hotter.

Michael’s thick pubic hair rubbed against the tender flesh between my buttocks, prickling me.

I couldn’t help but twist my waist to get away. I heard Michael click his tongue behind me, and then he grabbed his large penis and slapped it on my buttocks twice.

“What are you hiding from? Are you not going to touch me?” Michael asked harshly.

I felt my cheeks burn horribly. “No...”

Michael acted as if he didn’t want to hear my explanation. He continued to rub my buttocks with his genitals. The thick liquid from the tip of his penis slid down to the base of my legs, leaving a wet mark.

“Little wolf, spread your legs.”

Michael’s attitude was arrogant. I turned around and glared at him. I endured my shame and spread my legs apart. The next moment, I was squeezed into the crevice by Michael’s giant, slippery head. It was wet and pressed against my squirming vagina like an erotic kiss.

Michael didn’t seem to be in a hurry to enter. He first poked my clitoris with his penis. Suddenly, he asked, “Did the ice cream seller know that you would spread your legs for men to f*ck you?”

“...”

What kind of question was that?

I was humiliated. I gritted my teeth and said, “If you want to do it, then do it. Please don’t tease me like... Ah!”

He pushed his thick and hot penis pushed forward without any warning. It brushed past the soft wall and crudely pushed against my red and swollen clitoris where the labia intersected. I was pushed so hard that I staggered. I couldn’t help but let out a short moan. All of a sudden, my legs went soft. My waist and abdomen were tense. An intense numbness swept through my insides, and a warm, sticky juice slowly seeped out.

I had a feeling that Michael would tease me even more. I steeled my heart and grabbed his penis.

“What are you doing?” Michael’s tone was surprisingly calm.

His breathing was calm, and there was no trace of lust in his voice. It was as if I was the only one who couldn’t control my lust. This made me feel even more embarrassed. I didn’t even turn around to look at him. I adjusted my posture, closed my eyes, and slowly stuffed Michael’s scalding penis into me.

I heard Michael moan, and my breathing quickened. “That aggressive?”

As he spoke, he moved his crotch unhurriedly, and his hot, invading penis pushed against the tender flesh of my entry. My sensitive vaginal wall spasmed, and my entire body trembled in his arms.

I could no longer control the stifled breath in my throat. With my hand on the wall, I said intermittently, “Don’t, don’t do that...”

The back of my neck was already covered in a layer of sweat. Michael went up to lick it and asked as he did so, “Do you enjoy it?”

I didn’t want to answer such a question.

But he quickly forced me to raise one of my legs high. My private opening was forced open, and he thrust his lustful penis into the deepest part of my body as if it was punishing me.

“Ahhhhh...!!!”

Such a dense amount of teasing caught me off guard. My clitoris was twitching instantly from the rubbing. It shrank from releasing the pleasure. I immediately clamped my legs together. My lips parted, but I was unable to say a word. I only panted as I felt my whole lower body contract violently. My wet vagina held onto Michael’s penis and squirmed helplessly.

A moment later, a transparent liquid gushed from the depths of my body. It was warm and squirted onto Michael’s penis.

I heard Michael breathing heavily from behind me. He hugged my body as I was about to collapse. His penis smoothly pierced my increasingly wet vagina as Michael held onto the back of my sensitive neck.

“Little Wolf, tell me, did it feel good?”

“Ah ah uh... Uh!” The first thing I said was a series of hoarse gasps. I couldn’t say a complete sentence at all. I felt humiliated and couldn’t help but tremble and give in.

“It felt good, so good... Ah ah! F*ck me, Michael! Hurry up, uh uh!”

Michael laughed softly and panted a few times. He still wouldn’t let me off. He deliberately rubbed against the slippery G-spot on my inside wall and asked in a nasty manner, “So tell me, do you think the ice cream seller would like you this way?”

I was pressed under Michael’s body. I was forced to lie on the wall that was covered with wallpaper. The rough wallpaper pattern rubbed against my sensitive nipples repeatedly as Michael moved. It gave me a numb and itchy feeling. There was not a single sensitive spot on my body that was not stimulated. My breasts, my G-spot, and clitoris…

It was too good. Having too many orgasms seemed to be torture. Michael’s question only increased my shame.

“Don’t... don’t ask that...”

I thought that Michael would force me to say more shameful things. I didn’t expect him to be surprisingly easy to talk to at this moment.