Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 127 - - disgusting

She released her grip on his arm and began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. Albert Wilson's Adam's apple bobbed furiously as he swallowed hard. He had meant to punish her, but now he found himself in a completely passive position.

Suddenly, he regretted giving her the drug. She was so passionate that he feared he wouldn't be able to hold himself back. Right now, just the feel of her soft body writhing against his was enough to bring him to the edge of losing control. And they hadn't even begun yet...

She had been fumbling with it for a long time but couldn't even undo a single button. Fine beads of sweat began to form on her smooth forehead. The potent effect of the medication, combined with the warm air in the room, made her feel uncomfortably hot.

The more she couldn't relieve the restless heat inside her, the harder it became to bear. In a daze, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest, her red lips pouting as she pleaded with him.

"Help me—please, come help me—"

His large hand, stiff with hesitation, was pulled to her chest, and in an accidental move, it brushed against the softness of her breasts. He suddenly felt a flush on his face, his cheeks turning red, feeling as though he were an inexperienced boy secretly savoring her beauty.

Though he was so familiar with her body, though it was always him taking the lead in their moments of bliss, her slight act of taking the initiative now left him flustered, unsure of what to do. He forgot to kiss her, forgot to touch her, forgot everything...

Even his hands, tingling with desire, trembled and loosened their grip on her. As his hold weakened, she lost her support, and her body slid weakly down the wall. When she lost her balance, her head tipped forward and fell directly onto his erect manhood.

Albert Wilson only felt a string called sanity snap in his head with a buzzing sound, and a hiss escaped from his mouth with even more difficulty, and

'Ah ...'

But the little woman underneath him was oblivious to his differences, probably because she felt that the thing between her forehead was too hot and too hard, so she softly raised her head from his crotch, and stretched out her hands with the intention of grasping his body as a support to get up from the ground.

But she forgot that she was weak, just grabbed something and fell down, so this grabbing a fall between her accidentally the only cover on his body - trousers down, that has long been hot as an iron bar of the object just like that straight on her face, into her mouth! ...

She was startled, the temperature was so hot that she smacked her tongue, so her lips opened and closed and her mouth just kissed the hard thing in front of her, then she felt it getting hotter and harder, and there was even a shiny liquid oozing out of the tip.

Albert Wilson stiffened and looked down, saw her buried in his crotch chagrin and panic trying to get rid of, this scene is extremely compelling, he felt a white before his eyes, his body shape is even slightly shaking, he reached out his hand to support the wall only to prevent his own unprofitable fall.

It is not that there are no women who have done this to him, but there has never been a woman who has made him so out of control, this is only a few kisses he is about to lose control of ...

After freezing for two seconds he hissed and bent down to pick her up, hurriedly removing her clothes and separating her legs to put her against the wall and rushed straight into her body.

She was already soaking wet, so he came in without a hitch, and after a brief pause for her to adjust to his presence, he rammed into her impatiently, her snow-white body undulating up and down with his force, and it didn't take long for him to release himself.

A little chagrined, he frowned and buried himself in the crook of her neck breathing heavily, it had only been so long since his fight had left him frustrated as hell, and he was afraid he would be laughed out of town if word got out.

He wondered if she had been drugged, or if he had been drugged himself, and how he had become the one who couldn't hold his own.

She has not been satisfied, still still difficult, long and slender legs are still dead wrapped around his waist, small mouth is non-stop grunting, he sighed and lowered his head and kissed her forehead wet with sweat, and then carried her towards the big bed.

Okay, okay, this time he lit the fire, he was responsible for putting it out, even if he was exhausted, he admitted it.

Just put her on the big bed, she hooked his neck and pulled his body straight down, at this time her consciousness has been completely invaded by the effect of the drug, and she kept wriggling her body longing for him to take more and more possession of her. There.

He looked at this seductive and confused appearance of her now, couldn't stop sighing, if he didn't use the drug on her, she would also be this passionate and active to enjoy this ultimate fish and water joy with him, how good it would be!

When she wakes up tomorrow, will she chop him with a knife? Or will she break up with him completely? He thought about the consequences of tomorrow's heart has a silk fear, no no no! No, no, no! He had to take this opportunity to brainwash her.

He slowly buried himself inside her, nibbling on her earlobe and whispering her name in her ear...

'Cynthia--'

'Cynthia--'

'Hmm?'

She winced and wrapped her arms fiercely around his back.

'Do you have any idea what you're doing right now?'

He moved slowly then coaxed her lowly, and she did answer honestly, with

'I don't know ...'

Black lines crossed his forehead, he simply wrapped his arms tightly around her and let her body finish arching tightly to him, then buried his head in her chest and greedily savoured her beauty, his deft tongue lingered on her buds again and again.

She couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her body and tried to shrink back into herself a little sheepishly, but he restrained him from wrapping his arms tightly around her and

'Cynthia-, don't hide don't be shy! Let me love you well--'

She opened her big misty eyes to look up at him in disbelief, he rolled over and kissed her on the lips as his head swam once again.

'If you love me, give yourself to me with all your heart and soul, let me see your beauty, your goodness, your charm, I want you to cut open everything about you for me to see, no matter it's your body or your heart!'

The words just came out of his mouth, with a favour and firmness that even he had not expected.

Then she didn't dodge, slowly opening herself up in an effort to make herself cater to his rhythm, showing her love for him with her actions.

Morning

Cynthia woke up with aches all over her body. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw an arm across her chest. The most embarrassing part was that his large hand was perfectly positioned over her left breast, completely covering its softness.

Her face flushed, and as she turned her head, she saw the man with a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth, deeply asleep. The scenes from last night flashed vividly in her mind. This man had actually drugged her like that?

She was immediately filled with anger, pushing his arm aside and grabbing the blanket to cover her chest, fuming as she cursed loudly.

"Albert Wilson, you disgusting, beastly pervert!"

She felt that ever since she had gotten involved with this man, all her worst traits had been brought to light. Screaming hysterically, cursing without thinking, slapping him without mercy, even shedding weak tears...

She felt like she wasn't the calm and composed Cynthia anymore; she seemed more like the kind of woman she had always despised – a shrew.

Her slap woke Albert Wilson from his sleep. As soon as he opened his eyes, he met her furious face, now tinged red with anger, and even glistening with a hint of tears.

"Albert Wilson, what do you take me for? A toy for you to manipulate and play with? Or a cheap, worthless prostitute?"

"Cynthia—"

He sat up, wanting to pull her into his arms, but she recoiled in disgust.

His outstretched hand froze in midair. Seeing her like this, the bitterness in his heart grew stronger. Damn it, this woman... did she think he felt any better?

Last Night

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He had gone to confront Lucca last night. As usual, she cried, yelled, and refused to listen to him. It took him a great deal of effort to finally subdue her.

He told Lucca that he might have to disappoint her after all these years of waiting and that she should find a good man and hold onto him. Lucca went crazy, cursing him fiercely. She called him an ungrateful villain, a bastard who played with other people's feelings!

Those words pierced his heart, and he was deeply pained. Who would want to carry such a reputation? But in the end, he had wronged Lucca, and he could only bear the burden in silence.

Afterward, he went to a bar to drink his sorrows away, thinking that visiting her might ease his pain. But when he pushed the door open, he saw her tightly embraced by another man.

In that moment, the pain of betrayal and hurt overwhelmed him, making him lose his rationality. Combined with the strong effects of the alcohol, he blurted out hurtful words and did things he shouldn't have done...

In truth, he knew she wasn't that kind of easy woman, but seeing her in the arms of another man scrambled his thoughts completely.

Now that he was sober, he realized the things he said were indeed hurtful. So, when faced with her questioning and curses, he lowered his head and said quietly,

"I'm sorry—"

"Sorry?"

She scoffed coldly, her face full of hurt.

"How rare, I actually have the honor of hearing the great Wilson apologize! I wonder if this is the good fortune I earned in my past life?"

Her sarcastic tone left him speechless. She glanced at him, then turned to hurriedly put on her clothes, planning to leave. But the consequences of a night of indulgence were that her legs felt weak, and her body was drained of energy. As she stumbled, she collapsed onto the carpet.