A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 91: Masturbation

Unsurprisingly, my lower body was already wet.

It was the source of all sins, and the endless emptiness that spread through it gave rise to unbearable itchiness and unending lust that soaked my legs.

I had to dig my fingers in and fumble around inside. But I still couldn’t find the point that could relieve my desire. The desire I couldn’t release for a long time made me anxious and restless. I started to move my hand around down there even more carelessly.

Suddenly, I felt my body tremble. My thin, hard nails went out of control and pressed directly against my clitoris.

“Oh... Ah! Ah... !” I gritted my teeth and tried to restrain myself from making too much noise, but a few intermittent moans still escaped.

This wave of pleasure was sharp and fierce, and this swift and violent physical reaction scared me. My fingers were hesitantly stuck in me, and my rationale made me stop. This was not what a good girl should do.

But in the end, it was no match for the fatal desire in the depths of my body. I began to rub it again, unfamiliar. I felt my clitoris gradually expand at the tip of my fingers. It trembled as if it was alive, releasing a continuous sense of pleasure.

Then, I thought of Michael.

Michael seemed to know my body better than I did, and his fingers were always so easily irresistible.

He would stick his two fingers, his fingers longer and thicker than mine. His fingertips had calluses, repeatedly rubbing against my sensitive inner wall, sometimes digging with his nails.

I bit my lip and mimicked Michael’s movements, imagining that Michael was doing me.

I felt my whole body tense up, my legs unwittingly spread, my fingers darted through the slimy crack between my legs, and I heard muffled gurgling below.

It felt good.

But it wasn’t enough.

Despite all my efforts, my body still couldn’t reach orgasm.

After these days of crazy sex, I had gotten used to the satisfaction that Michael’s penis gave me. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something a mere finger could do. So, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t help but feel the cold emptiness in my body slowly fill me, and even the pleasure became weak.

“Michael... Michael...” I unconsciously moaned.

This feeling was so shameful.

I wanted... wanted something thicker and bigger to fill me.

I did not know when but felt another breath in the air. It smelled so good that it was suffocating, and it was also so familiar that it was suffocating.

When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw Michael, who should not be home at this time.

He was standing in front of the shower. His tall, well-dressed body blocked the only way out of the small space. He looked at me with a burning gaze. He was incredibly focused. He didn’t say anything, but it felt like he would eat me alive. I was sitting on the floor, half-leaning against the shower wall. I was covered in water, and my fingers were still in me.

When we looked at each other, I felt my mind go blank.

Subconsciously, I wanted to grab something to cover my body, but Michael didn’t give me a chance.

Michael slowly walked over and held out a hand. I thought he would pull me up, so I handed him the other hand, but he completely ignored my hand in the air and pressed his hand hard on my shoulder.

His action pinned me to the ground again.

My body stiffened, and I sat in the water like a wooden man.

Michael bent down. He was wearing a black trench coat, and the smell of trees and dust from the outside made me feel like I was outside. Before I could react, Michael’s slightly cold hand forcefully spread my knees and touched my wet private parts.

“Uhh...” I couldn’t help but moan when Michael touched my body.

I couldn’t believe that I was the one who made such a sl*tty sound. It was already embarrassing enough for me to look like that before Michael.

I bit my lip and turned away, wanting to close my legs.

However, Michael read me well. He kneeled on one knee and used his other knee to mercilessly push my legs apart, making me face him with spread legs.

“What are you hiding from?” Michael asked, dissatisfied. “You’re like this because you want me to f*ck you, b*tch.”

Surprisingly, Michael’s insults did not make me angry. Instead, it made my desire burn even more.

Before I could say anything, Michael showered me with hot and heavy kisses. Then, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look up, slamming the back of my head against the tile wall behind me.

His lips touched mine briefly, then forcefully pried open my teeth and let his tongue run in. I felt the tip of his tongue tickle my upper jaw.