Love Prisoner

Chapter 5 He's Back 1

Even if Michelle is as dull and fearful as she can be, under such tenderness from a man, she also senses something is wrong.

Which r****t in this world would be so gentle to the victim?! However, instead of feeling at ease because of this thought, she becomes even more fearful.

This is impossible. This is absolutely impossible! Sensing that the delicate body in his arms suddenly stiffened, the man's deep eyes dimmed slightly. His big hand still held her slender waist that could be encircled with one hand. His thin lips roamed around her face. My princess, you recognize me, don't you? Over all these years, you have never forgotten me, have you?

He reverently kissed her pink lips. His fingers wound up along the skin of her slender waist, exploring with extreme tenderness, playing indescribably passionate notes on her body.

Michelle was trembling all over. She couldn't believe this was true no matter what. How could this be possible!

The man's fiery hot groin was pressed closely against her delicate private parts, rubbing back and forth ambiguously. Sensing the faint sweetness seeping out, the thin lips couldn't help but raise a smile. A big hand deftly undid the buttons of her A-line skirt and quietly reached in, eliciting a cry from Michelle.

In the world of only darkness and the big hand freely moving on her body, the most private place was violated... Michelle endured her tears. Her small mouth emitted a "wuwu" moan under his lips, calling helplessly like a poor little kitten.

The man felt both heartache and longing. He couldn't wait to strip her naked and take her right here. His lips full of soothing affection kissed her pink lips, licking and biting back and forth, tasting every inch of her fragrant mouth.

The big hand groped for that mysterious peach blossom land and carefully inserted half a finger. Michelle's delicate body instantly stiffened like a stone. She tensed her body and dared not move, fearing that the damn finger would go deeper inside. Her small mouth let out a whimper like an injured baby animal again. She looked extremely pitiful and extremely endearing.

A low laugh came from the man's mouth, and even his solid chest vibrated. His slender and rough index finger went deeper into that extremely tight passageway, digging and caressing the soft and dense folds on the walls.

The neatly trimmed nails scraped the pink passageway, rotating up and down and left and right, making the sweet nectar gush out even more vigorously, staining his whole hand with that extremely sweet smell.

How could her delicate body endure this? Her small hand clenched into a ball and tried hard to break free from the belt that bound her. Even if her wrist was already marked with red marks, she didn't care.

Seeing that she still wanted to escape even though she clearly knew who he was, the man's deep eyes couldn't help but become even colder. That long-separated inferiority and despair swept over him again. No matter what he became, she would never look at him. Never!

Thinking of this, all the tenderness and affection in his heart couldn't help but turn into violent cruelty. His lean and narrow hips thrust forward forcefully. Without foreplay, he rushed into her delicate and moist cave.

She wasn't wet enough yet, so naturally she felt pain. Her small mouth turned a bit pale, and her lips trembled. She wanted to cry out, but couldn't utter a single word. She could only make unconscious moans of "yi yi aa". Tears flowed out from under the black eye mask, moistening her pale cheek.

The man's heart suddenly ached like being stabbed by needles and cut by knives. He never wanted to hurt her, whether physically or mentally. But if he didn't hurt or torture her, she wouldn't pay attention to him! Whether it was wailing or crying, all these emotions could only be seen by him alone!

Finally, unable to resist the full of love and pity, after thrusting in forcefully, he finally stopped moving. Even though he was on the verge of explosion, his whole body ached because of longing for her.

The big hand reached to the place where they were joined. Gently pinching and teasing, he hooked that small pink particle, sometimes pinching lightly and sometimes kneading. It made her delicate body tremble in waves.

A current quickly spread from her private parts, making Michelle's whole body break out in goosebumps.

The man frowned. No, she still wasn't wet enough. This would hurt her.

Thinking for a moment, he lowered his head, took a rosy peak into his mouth, and chewed it with relish. His big hand was still kneading her pink little nucleus under her body. His tongue circled around the soft areola, sometimes sucking hard. It made her whole body go limp. Her delicate body leaned against his arms like water, like a flower being hit by a storm.

"Um... no..."

Another wave of fatal pleasure. Her sensitive body couldn't withstand his attacks from both above and below. Another stream of sweetness seeped out of her body. The entire tea room was immediately filled with an obscene and erotic aroma.

The man inserted another finger, gently inserting it into the tightly plugged passageway, moving up and down. His strong waist occasionally thrust forward gently, slowly, as if grinding.

Her slender wrist was already marked with distinct red marks from the belt. Michelle was still struggling. Her snow-white and delicate body was tinged with an alluring pink. She trembled slightly under him but refused to give in like this.

Pulling out the finger that was already soaked with nectar, the man raised his head, opened his thin lips, took the fingertip into his mouth, and carefully tasted this extremely beautiful taste that he hadn't had for many years.

She was still as sweet as ever, making him reluctant to let go. Kissing her small mouth, he sent all the taste that belonged to her into her mouth. His tongue firmly pressed against her throat, not allowing her to spit it out.

Michelle felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. She cried even harder. Even with her small mouth held by him, she still made a "wuwu" choking sound. Her body that had been aroused before now completely cooled down. She couldn't stand this. Really couldn't stand it. Even though she knew it was her own thing, but thinking that it came out from there...

Seeing her crying like a flower in the rain and her delicate body no longer secreting moisture, the man sighed helplessly and pulled out his erect p***s.

She was still like this. Her obsession with cleanliness was still extremely severe. She was always unable to let go when it came to matters between men and women. She always felt it was dirty. His big hand slid onto her soft waist like a willow. Following the smooth and tender skin, it wound upward. He grabbed two cute little bunnies respectively. His thumb rubbed the charming pink on the top. His two hands kneaded them, a bit roughly but definitely not hurting her. He had always been reluctant to hurt her. He would rather die himself than let her suffer a bit. Even if she never appreciated it.

His resolute face buried in her fragrant neck hollow, sighing softly.

My princess, can't you just look at me? In your heart, am I really as dirty as a rat in the sewer? I long to see that gentle smile like spring breeze on your lips again when we first met. But why won't you pay attention to me?

The scorching breath sprayed on Michelle's neck. She shrank her neck sensitively, feeling more and more panicked.

That person... That person wasn't he already dead in prison? Didn't everyone say so? Didn't she even see his corpse with her own eyes? But who is this man in front of her?!