All Chapters of You belong to me! Ex wife : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“Get out!” Luis growled in a cold voice, frightening Michelle. Her heart began racing in an uncontrolled manner. However, she had made up her mind; she wanted to be Luis’ woman, and nothing was going to change that. With determined steps, she began to approach him. She stopped in front of Luis and asked, holding his gaze, “Am I not beautiful, Luis?” Luis muttered a few curses in a deep accent as he threw his head back, looking up at the ceiling, before saying, "You've got to be kidding me,” under his breath, that Michelle almost didn't make it out. He looked down at the beautiful woman who was asking him an obvious question he never expected to be spoken with her tempting plump lips. ‘Where is his once confident tigress?’ He sighed and replied. “You already know the answer to that.” “But I want to hear it from you. Am I ugly? Is that why you haven't kissed me up until now?” Michelle asked, and Luis groaned. The reason he hadn't touched her wasn't because she was ugly; it was because

Michelle nodded her head with enthusiasm at Luis' declaration. She has been dying to hear him stake his claim on her. But now that he is finally doing it, she finds herself unable to give him an answer. She eagerly wanted to tell him she belonged to him alone. But she couldn't find the voice; perhaps it was his fingers that were tightening around her throat, sending sensations she was unfamiliar with through her body, or it was her clit, which was painfully throbbing from his firmness, that was pressing right on it.“Use your words,” Luis commands in a hoarse voice, staring at Michelle straight in the eyes. And her beautiful face, which has become red due to lack of air.“Yes… I'm only yours, Luis,” she managed to say. He nodded with a dangerous glint in his eyes, but then he got off her. Michelle propped up on her elbow and watched Luis' retreating form in utter shock as she tried to catch her breath. Luis walked to the sofa opposite the bed and sat down, facing Michelle and looking

‘Damn, She bit him, and it helped him snap out of his craziness. What has he done?’ Luis thought, looking down at Michelle, filled with regret at his own actions. In a moment of frustration, he lashed out by punching the bed, and she gasped, fear written all over her beautiful face. Seeing the fear in Michelle's eyes shook Luis to the core. ‘Was she scared of him?’ he thought. And just then, she began to push him away. He backed off, walking over to the closet, and got a new shirt for her to wear.‘Damn it! He fucking messed up!’ Luis heard the rumor about Michelle and her professor sometime last year but decided to stay calm after some investigation and never asked her about it. But today something in him snapped when he noticed her shaved pussy and the way she teased him while pleasuring herself. Her expertise was astounding. It was as if she were a fucking professional, and he couldn't help but think that Michelle could accomplish all that because she had been intimate with a man

“Did it still hurt when I moved?” Luis asked.“No, so make me yours,” Michelle said, and Luis nodded and said,“Tell me if you feel any discomfort and want me to stop, okay?” Michelle nodded, and he began to thrust in and out, trying his best to go gentle. "Aaah!" Michelle moaned, her body trembling as pleasure began to build within her. Feeling consumed with pleasure. Luis, seeing her loosening up and her pussy that had begun to pulsate around his dick, bent over, taking her nipple in his mouth. He will suck, nibble, and lick, teasing her nipple with his tongue while he continues thrusting inside her.Michelle entangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer; she didn't want him to stop what he was doing to her. “Don’t stop; faster, please,” she cried. Luis smirked and replied huskily.“Your wish is my command.” He pulled out of her and slammed into her as he began to move faster. Michelle moaned, arching her back, her hands grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets.“Ahhhhhh!” she

The first place Clara went after successfully escaping was the amusement park. It had been a long-cherished dream for her, a place she had yearned to visit ever since she was a child. She had asked her parents to take her there on several occasions, but they always denied her requests, citing her fragile heart as the reason. Even after she received a new heart, their concerns persisted, and they continued to forbid her from indulging in any potentially strenuous activities.They were apprehensive about the possibility of her having a relapse. So they prohibited her from participating in activities that might cause her stress. Not only were her outings restricted, but she was also denied the opportunity to train alongside her siblings. Whenever she voiced her concerns about the importance of being prepared, her parents reassured her that she had guards to protect her. As a result, Clara had always been accompanied by her guards wherever she went. This suffocating level of supervision