A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 191: Lift The Shirt

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

I pursed my lips, unsure if I could say no.

Michael took his hand out, and just as I was both relieved and disappointed, Michael said, “If you don’t want me to do it, you can touch yourself.”

“What?!” I thought I heard him wrong.

But Michael didn’t seem like he was joking. He touched my waist and his thumb pressed against my lower abdomen, silently hinting for me to lift my clothes for him to see.

By now, the sunset glow had almost covered half the sky. The burning clouds were as beautiful as a fairyland.

I looked up and saw that Michael’s face also reflected a thin layer of red by the sunset glow, just like the color of lust. His long eyelashes were golden, and his eyes were golden. He was dazzling.

I was mesmerized by his charm and groggily touched his face with my fingers.

Then, I saw Michael smile, open his mouth, and lick my fingertips. “Little Wolf, lift your shirt,” he said.

I thought I must be out of my mind. I reached for the hem of my shirt.

I was wearing a combat suit that was easy to move around in. It was tight but elastic. The underwear Michael had just ripped off and hung half on his shoulders was now bunched up in front of my chest, making it easier for me to lift my shirt.

My body was completely exposed in the wild.

My chest was not very full, but they were much more bigger these days, perhaps because of Michael’s repeated stimulation or the redevelopment after becoming a royal Lycan.

As I had expected, the nipples on my chest were erect, like two ripe fruits waiting to be picked.

I looked down and was too embarrassed to look again, but Michael was already guiding my hands to touch me. The two lumps of flesh were soft and tender and felt great. I had been forced to touch them initially, but I was starting to get a little attached to them. I couldn’t help but rub them and chase the pleasure.

Michael’s eyes darkened as he watched me go about my business, reaching for my underwear with his free hand. I couldn’t say no, but I bit my lip and looked at him, waiting for him to reach out into my moist garden.

When Michael finally reached the finish line, I couldn’t help but whimper.

My toes curled into the floor, and I felt hot, but Michael’s fingers were even hotter. His fingers touched my soaked underwear, then paused for a moment. He pulled my underwear aside, pressed his fingertips against my clit, and crushed them gently.

“Uhh... Michael...” I groaned again.

I couldn’t care less whether anyone would hear me, and the heat from my body surged down.

Michael had already reached in with his fingers, and I was extremely wet. It was easy to ‘swallow’ Michael’s fingers. I could feel how the soft meat in my body welcomed Michael’s invasion. It wrapped around Michael’s fingers tightly, giving me a tingling pleasure.

“So wet. Do you want to be f*cked?”

Michael’s malicious teasing made me feel even more ashamed. I wanted to refute him, but Michael reached in with even more fingers and pressed his thumb on my clit.

I tried not to scream, but for a moment, it felt like I was having an orgasm inside my head.

Michael looked at me and smiled knowingly. “How do you feel now that you don’t have enough?”

As he spoke, he rubbed his thumb against my clit.

Michael rubbed his fingertips over and over against a thin layer of skin, and in a few moments, it heated the area. My mate always seemed to know my body better than I did, massaging my clit and rubbing it with his fingertips in a circular motion, which caused the spot to vibrate and swell.

At the same time, deep in my vagina, his fingers felt the slippery, sensitive spot on the wall and rubbed it back and forth. It heated the inside of my vagina as much as it did the inside of my clit.

The pleasure of being played with in two places simultaneously was fierce and urgent, so intense that I couldn’t bear it.

Soon, I had a small orgasm that shook my clit, and a warm liquid flowed out of me, soaking Michael’s fingers.

Michael’s fingers were pumping in and out of me, prolonging my pleasure and making slurping sounds.

I was immersed in the orgasm Michael gave me. I opened my mouth slightly and moaned intermittently.

“Hmm... my body aches...”

I looked at Michael in a daze. I had previously refused to do it with Michael here, but now I was immersed in my lust. I subconsciously reached out and touched Michael’s body.