A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Tristan almost laughed out loud. Kate was speechless.

The moment of holding back his orgasm made him miserable, and he used all his strength in his lower body and pushed into the deepest point and stayed there still, or perhaps with a slight trembling, as if he used the tip of his penis, with all his vitality, to kiss her tender womb.

The torturing, shameful, and surprisingly pleasant feeling made Kate almost cry out. She pinched his waist with her fingers.

Suddenly a clattering sound scared both of them. Her heels dropped to the floor.

Kate’s first reaction was that the people outside would hear it.

It was heard, and the female asked, “What is that sound?”

The man said, “It is another person’s house. It has nothing to do with us. Let’s get back downstairs.”

“I am not going. I have nothing to talk to them about.”

“…”

Fortunately, the footsteps fade away, and it went quiet outside.

Kate felt she had been to hell for once.

Tristan thought she might be tired standing on one foot only. So he held her upper thigh and took off her left shoe. Kate stood barefoot on the ground. Because of the height difference between them, she still felt uncomfortable. She had to tiptoe. She grabbed his clothes to help support herself.

He held her right hand and put it on her belly, let her feel it for herself. There was something moving inside, a bulge coming up and down. It was his penis inside. Then he declared, “You can have me in your body and your mind only.”

His voice was low and oppressive.

These embedding and wrapping relations between them amazed Kate. At the same time, these intimate actions made her feel shame too.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

He pulled her right hand and put it back to the back of his waist. The muscle there was moving fast, in the same rhythm as the thing that was inside her body.

There was sweat on his skin. Her fingers trembled, and she wanted to move them away, but he fixed them in place.

Kate thought how wicked this man was.

He wanted her to feel the difference of each movement sufficiently so that even if she left in the future, she could not erase these memories from her mind. And this ridiculous and shameful period of her life would be with her all her life.

Tristan focused on his movement and said nothing. His movement was not fierce and violent anymore but gentle and steady, allowing their pubis areas to have full contact and giving time for them to feel, to expect, to contract, and to reflect.

She forgot the time and place and even who she was. Nothing was important in this world. All that was the matter was to feel the contact of skin between her and him.

In the end, Kate broke the silence; she said, “It is getting sore…”

“Where?”

“My foot.”

He put both her arms around his neck and ordered, “Hold tight.”

Then he put his hand on her right knee nest and held her up. She was scared when her body was lifted in the air. She had to clench her hands and hang her body on him. The first time she was put in this position, she lacked security and turned stiff.

The place where she wrapped him shrank and clamped on him. He shivered and got excited and bumped her several times, and the pleasant feeling was freed and exploded.

Something wet and hot spread inside her, and Kate trembled; she could not react.

When she realized what happened, she was shocked. As she moved, she felt liquid flow in the place where they were connected. The man held her tightly and whispered by her ear while panting, “Don’t move. Don’t move.”

Tristan rested her head on his shoulder and supported her with both hands on her butt as if he was carrying a baby. And then he bent his head against the door and felt the aftershock of the climax.

To prevent herself from falling down, Kate’s feet behind the man’s back had clung together. She was confined in the tight space between the man’s body and the door. She was surrounded by his breath and scent. Her wild beating heart calmed down gradually.

After some time, she felt the breath he blew on her neck seemed to carry some satisfaction. She protested, “Itchy.”

“Which part?”

“Everywhere.”

She felt that her reply might be wrong because he laughed. He said, “I have a handkerchief in my left pocket. Help me take it out.”

She reached her hand for it but fumbled for a long time. All she could feel was his strong leg muscle. Tristan waited for quite a moment and then said, “Fumbling enough? Which one is left?”