A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 219: Making Up The Energy Loss

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

My face contorted slightly from the heat of my body. Michael stared at me. I felt his breath getting heavier and heavier. His forehead seemed burning hot, passing through the air to me.

My forehead also began to sweat. Michael leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

But that was not enough. His gaze was fixed on the spot where our privates met.

It was the most intimate part of our bodies, but now it was being pushed away, entirely out of sight. I looked down, only to see my red flesh nibbling at Michael’s penis and a ring of murky white fluid dripping from it. I didn’t know what it was, but it was obscene.

My lower body was wet, my labia were filled with blood, and my clitoris was bulging. It was like a small bean, red and round. It was hard not to notice it.

Michael reached out and pinched my bulging flesh. The aching and numb pleasure multiplied and spread to my limbs. I let out a low hum and unconsciously revealed an intoxicated expression.

Michael stared at me with his burning gaze as he kept moving his lower body. He even asked fiercely, “Do you like it? Do you like it when I f*ck you?”

I was only left with my groans. Occasionally, I would say a few words, but I couldn’t continue to beg for mercy.

“Ah ah ah, it feels so good! Ah ah ah... don’t go there... Ah... Michael! Ahhhh!!!”

Michael’s actions became more and more vicious as I moaned. He even deliberately pushed my two swollen labia further apart. Then, he used his fingertips to caress my wet red insides. He wanted to shame me. “Baby, you are so red.”

“Don’t say tha – mm…”

I was driven crazy by the shame of being f*cked by my lover and acting like a porn actress in front of my lover.

Michael wouldn’t let me go. He held my legs apart and wouldn’t let me close them.

I heard him close to my ear and said, “Why not? It’s beautiful.”

I had nothing to say to Michael’s shameless obscenity. I had to lie to myself and raise my arms to cover my burning face. “You don’t have to do this today. It’s too much.”

Michael seemed to take all my groans, pleas, and curses as a compliment.

Michael lowered his head to kiss my lips again, and I kissed him awkwardly as I reached out to hold his hand. Michael gladly took my fingers and interlocked them with mine. He was a very gentle lover.

But the movement of his lower body was very different from his thoughtfulness. He mercilessly pinched my legs, slowly pulled out his penis, and pushed them back in.

I felt that his penis was going to the deepest part of my body every time as if he was forcefully trying to open a passage in the already cramped space.

I felt the friction between our flesh was exceptionally strong. My vaginal wall was being scraped inch by inch. I even imagined that I could hear the grinding sound of the flesh. I suddenly clenched my fists at the sides of my body and let out a suppressed groan from my throat.

“Oh... Oh... it’s too deep...”

Michael furrowed his brows. He turned his head and let out a breath. He held my buttocks and started pumping.

Following Michael’s repeated actions, the fluid in my body flowed out. My vagina became slippery. The familiar heat on my body rose again until it filled my entire body.

When Michael heard my groans, he increased the intensity of his movements. He then asked in a low voice, “Does it feel good?”

“Uh-huh…” All I could reply with was a moan.

I felt my mind crumbling bit by bit as if it was another kind of return.

In any case, the uneasy feeling that my body and soul seemed to be separated was gone.

Michael’s body was firmly behind me, and his penis was in me, making me feel incredibly fulfilled and satisfied. I seemed to have finally come back from a life-and-death situation, and my mate, whom I could rely on, was standing beside me.

It seemed that all the energy drained from my body due to the transformation returned when I had sex with Michael.

I vaguely felt the lower part of my body boiling and subconsciously reached down to touch it. I touched the spot where Michael and I were joined in a lusty union.

I was touching a thick, creamy stem, glowing with life.

It was Michael.

My consciousness sank a little, and I touched it tentatively, reached out to hold it, then turned and gave Michael a sticky exchange of kisses.

Michael’s grip on my waist tightened, and I found it amusing, but my mouth was gagged, and I could only groan. I deliberately pressed my body against Michael’s and took the initiative to hold his penis and shove it into me.

Michael pumped even harder, and together we indulged in a sea of lust until we were exhausted and fell asleep in each other’s arms.