C4 Don't be Angry with Me

Tears streamed down Federica’s face as she was struck by the huge emptiness in her body. She nodded and shook her head all at once. Her body went limp as she begged for mercy, “I… Hmm… I want to…”

Yates was sweating over Frederica, but he still took his time as he touched the wetness where the two of them were joined, dipping into the girl’s liquid of love and slipping it on the base of her leg. “Then what is this?”

Frederica bit down on her bottom lip and was silent for a long time. In the spacious hotel room, the heartbeat she felt over hers gradually slowed down. She finally said in a soft voice. “I-It’s Mr. Castillo… Hmm… Mr. Castillo is fucking me.”

Yates held the place where he had bitten her until it was bloody and slowly stuck his dick back into her. He thrust his lean hips and sent her up and down with him inside of her.

Frederica was at a loss for words right then. The hot waves of desire pierced her once, then again and again, and she felt like she was on fire from the burning sensation.

When Yates saw that she was getting used to the rhythm of things, he simply moved his waist and straightened his body. How in the world could Frederica withstand such manipulations? After a few more moments, she finally let it all out. She felt so weak she couldn’t even kneel down. Her thighs were wet and the liquid that covered them, whether it was lubricant or her own spring water, was a transparent white blend. “I… I can’t… Mr. Castillo, I can’t…”

He was still in pain from the girl’s tight fresh acupuncture point and the surface of the inner wall was pressing against his penis. His waist was sore and numb from all the thrusts. Sensing that he was about to disarm, he quickly pulled it out. However, her voice came out like an aphrodisiac as she moaned softly. “Mr. Castillo…”

Yates was so pleasured that he couldn’t bear to release right at that moment. He picked her up and turned her around, wanting to throw her on the bed and continue thrusting in her. He never expected Frederica to hold on to his neck for some reason as she muttered into his ear, “Mr. Castillo, why am I falling…?”

Her voice was hoarse and seductive at the same time, but it was also silly, like that of a cute little girl.

Yates knew she was still drunk from the wine, but he was in a good mood and her skin had turned pink from the repeated orgasms. She looked so sweet and seductive that there was no way he could stop. He immediately pushed her down, put a pillow under the woman, who was so intoxicated from the wine that she was just like a puddle of mud, and squeezed into the already muddy, red, and swollen hole between her legs.

Frederica grabbed hold of his shoulder, still wincing in pain, and pleaded rather pitifully, “Mr. Castillo, I’m in so much pain…”

To that, Yates merely responded, “You deserve it.”

Frederica had a soft smile on her face right at this moment. She was so drunk that she forgot who she was having this conversation with. “Don’t be angry with me…”

Yates actually replied with, “All right.”

Yates probably meant that he would take care of her again when she woke up, but at the same time, Frederica’s mind was too muddled for her to make a coherent thought. She continued to babble nonsense to herself, and toward the end of it all, she had no idea what she was blathering about.

Even though Yates was overbearing, there were moments when he was very gentle with her. But Frederica had always despised him during such times, simply happy just to be served in bed. Today, relying on the power of alcohol, she somehow became bolder. She turned her head away but was pulled back by Yates by the chin.

His lips fell on hers and he nibbled at her mouth lightly. Pretty soon, Frederica found it more and more difficult to breathe. Frederica couldn’t stand it anymore, but in the end, she didn’t make a sound. She just wanted him to hurry up, so she reached out to touch his dick. Her soft hand stroked the wet stump of the meat stick.

Yates looked puzzled. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Frederica said through her drunken haze, “I still have to get up early tomorrow morning…”

With raised eyebrows, Yates pushed even harder. His penis swelled to the point where her crotch had turned red from the entry point. Frederica screamed and gasped loudly. Her tear-stained eyes stared back at him innocently as if she still didn’t know what it was that she had done wrong.