In My Desperate Time

Chapter 42 You play me like a fool

Why there is so much blood? I am shocked.

“Your hand... Lots of blood.” I say lamely.

“I want you.”

Ignoring my words, he pushes me against the door, his whole body presses mine., his hot breath gushing on my face with the nice smell of wine.

I don't like men getting drunk, because it feels like they stink. But why? Frances Louis smells so good.

The light in the room is dim, and Frances Louis’s eyes are burning like fire, which could melt me at any moment.

“Did…did you drink?”

I swallow, shrink back, and say nervously.

“Yes.” Frances Louis answers softly and looks at me with deep eyes.

I was going to say something to ease the tension, but it seems even more awkward.

Frances Louis knows why I come here, or he wouldn't be waiting for me at home. But he doesn’t mention it, and I couldn't say it, either.

I have vowed solemnly that I would never be his mistress, but only two days later, I send myself to his house.

I think I'm a joke. Those pride and self-respect, now all become my laughing stock.

His fiery kisses come over me, and I can’t resist. I can only let his tongue invade my mouth with the smell of alcohol.

Hot, so hot.

This time, I am not drugged, but my body, is still so hot.

Steven Song is right. I can’t resist a.

But now there is no way for me to turn back.

His hands stroke my hair and then, all the way down, stop at my chest and rub vigorously, leaving the blood with warm breath on my skin.

My heart skips a beat.

instinctively, says shyly,

on my neck and

stuck in my mouth and I couldn't speak.

to him. It would be too pretentious to

It is my own choice, and I have to

eyes and say nothing.

My body is trembling

Suddenly, I am lifted up

I open my eyes. Frances Louis picks me up

clutch the hem of his shirt, but I couldn't hold the tension down. I catch the wrinkles

and directly put me on the big bed, then his strong body press on mine.

know you're coming.” Frances Louis whispers.

His words make me sure that all of this is

stare at

He smiles lightly, seems not

very well that he is playing the fool.

hand rubbing my softness, and the other hand begins to untie

cool, but his lips are hot, falling on my hot skin.

I feel so

before, that is to say, my first time

Perhaps, only my hymen has some value, which

a commodity;

of me like the heavy rain, all the way down to the most sensitive place.

down because of his teasing, and the shame liquid also

When the time is right, Frances Louis comes up and pushes himself forward, stretching all

“Pain…”

my whole-body tense and my sensitive part shrinks.

“You…”

Louis stares at me for a long time before he says,

Yes.

It’s my first time.

I believe that Frances Louis has made a thorough investigation of my situation, but he certainly doesn’t know that a woman who has been married

he shows an unexpected expression.

other words, I am too sore to speak.

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