A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 82: A Good Girl

However, it was too late for me to realize the gravity of the situation.

I looked at him in bewilderment. I wasn’t used to Michael’s attitude toward me. He rarely showed a serious side to me.

“You deserve to be punished for your mistakes, don’t you, Cecily?” Michael said, lowering his head to kiss me.

I froze, and then my entire body went limp.

Was this punishment? I used my half-conscious brain to think.

“Good girl.”

It was a very short kiss, and Michael’s lips left me before I could kiss him enough.

He pulled down his shorts right in front of me, and his ‘murder weapon’ was already erect. Although this wasn’t the first time I had seen it, this was the first time I had seen it up close.

It was fully erect, with a full, shiny head and a thick, purplish stem, with visible veins coiled around it, like a heavy meat dragon, bouncing vigorously.

Michael shook his body, and his genital slapped me in the face. It was long and thick, and it was so warm that I felt my face burn. Michael was slapping me with it. It wasn’t painful, but it was very shameful.

He was deliberately humiliating me.

I realized this, and my face started to turn red.

“You know what to do.” Michael hinted and straightened his crotch.

“I… I won’t...” I stuttered, but my gaze remained on Michael’s genital.

“You won’t? Use your hand to touch it first,” Michael ordered.

Michael’s cold voice made me feel even more ashamed. I clenched my fists, and my entire body stiffened. Then, after a long while, I took a deep breath and raised my hand shyly and indignantly. I trembled as I touched Michael’s genital.

However, when my finger touched Michael’s body, he impatiently pushed his hip forward and rammed against my palm. He urged, “Hurry up!”

I let out a soft yelp and did not dare to delay further. I wrapped my fingers around Michael’s shaft, preventing them from rubbing against each other.

Michael kept pushing his hip forward, almost stabbing my face with his shaft every time.

“How useless.” I heard a voice floating down from above. The tone was initially soft and pleasant, but in my ears now, it sounded like a curse from hell.

I mechanically used my hands to ingratiate myself with Michael. I felt that his shaft had become thicker and harder in my hands, but when I peeked at Michael’s face, I didn’t see any satisfaction in his expression.

After Michael’s genital was pressed against my face once again, I finally understood Michael’s intentions. I closed my eyes in shame and put my hands down before moving my face closer to Michael’s crotch.

Michael gently touched the back of my head as he looked at me intently.

I felt his breathing quicken. He rubbed his thumb behind my ear and said in a low, raspy voice, “Cecily.”

I was too embarrassed to answer. I hung my head low and pretended to be dead.

To be honest, oral sex wasn’t physically hard for me, aside from the psychological discomfort. However, he was my mate, and I wanted to be close to every part of him, and the scent of hormones on his genital was a different kind of attraction to my wolf.

Michael stopped touching my ears. His genital was already spilling some liquid, and my hands were wet.

Michael straightened his back slightly, and his hot, slippery genital touched my face lewdly.

“Cecily,” Michael reminded me from above. “If you don’t move, I’m going to get angry.”

What was there to be ashamed of?

I made up my mind. Michael’s penis was right beside my mouth, and the scent of a man’s genital continued to fill my nostrils with an extra rush. I tried to touch it with the tip of my nose. The penis swelled up again and throbbed vigorously in front of me.

Michael drew a circle around my waist with his fingertips. “Move,” he said. “What are you waiting for?”

Like a marionette, I stuck out the tip of my tongue in a daze at Michael’s words and licked the tip of his wet penis.

I felt it shudder.

Michael looked down at me, narrowed his eyes, and said, “Go on.”

I opened my mouth stiffly and placed his hideous penis into my mouth.

An intense scent instantly invaded my mouth. As soon as I had half the tip of his penis in my mouth, I felt unable to continue and wanted to throw up. But it was too late. Michael held the back of my head, and the tip of his penis pressed against my lips, pushing it inexorably into my mouth. In a flash, it was halfway in.