Chapter 3 I Don't Like Women Playing Hard-to-Get

Finishing his words, he threw his arm around her slender back and stroked her waist, "If you continue to feign pity like this, I'll lose the little interest in you."

He whispered into her ear, and his mouth belched hot air to her earlobe.

Never had Nancy had such close contact with a man! In an instant, she froze there.

"Honey, obey me..." The man whispered.

A smear of lust flashed across his dark eyes.

He pushed Nancy down, pressed over, and ripped off her coat.

Under the light, her delicate clavicles were clearly seen, and her full shoulders reflected a jade color. Her firm and white breasts fluctuated with her heavy breathing.

Nancy was terrified to know what the man was up to.

She exerted her full strength to push the man away.

But she was too weak against the man.

The man fixed Nancy's hands above her head.

"You... what are you doing... you can't..." Nancy looked horrified and shouted in desperation.

A hint of impatience flashed across the eyes of the man.

"As I said, I don't like women playing hard-to-get, don't give me that." Finishing that, he sealed Nancy's lips.

The man didn't like kissing women on the lips.

He was always sick of the scarlet color.

When he saw no lipstick on Nancy's mouth, he wanted to kiss her.

Her lips were perfect in shape, tender, and pink.

When he actually kissed, it felt better than expected.

The lips of the woman were very soft and as sweet as honey.

The eyes of the man turned cold, and his breath became heavy.

Under his kiss, Nancy's pupils enlarged. Tyrone forced open her lips and stuck in his tongue overbearingly. Then he reached out his hand. His fingers were so cold that Nancy couldn't help shuddering and purring. Using his tongue, he lifted the tip of her tongue, and his big hand wrapped around her bra and moved along the outline of her breast.

Nancy wanted to block his filthy hand, but her hand was fended off and happened to touch an erected object.

Like a ferocious beast, it was ready to work havoc.

Although she had no sex experience, she knew what it stood for as an adult.

But she was all helpless!

At one go, despair, helplessness, fear, panic and other emotions assaulted her.

Just then, Tyrone grabbed her and stuck her hand to his swollen manhood.

Across the trousers, the scalding warmth passed to her palm.

Like a stub.

Nancy's brain buzzed, and everything went blank. Before she could react, Tyrone unbuckled his waist belt.

He snorted heavily, "Didn't you try to seduce me? Then I shall grant your wish."

Hardly before his voice died away, she felt a stabbing pain.

Nancy wasn't even able to cry.

Her mouth had been sealed.

In a panic, Nancy widened her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.

She grabbed hard on the bedsheet, and her eyes twitched. However hard she tried; she couldn't contain the fear in her heart.

"Babe, you are so cute..." The man whispered into her ear.

His voice was naturally deep, hoarse, and awe-inspiring. But when he talked honeyed words, he sounded gentle and warm. His huge junk popped and fired.

Tyrone panted, frowned, and thrust repeatedly.

The night went darker, and the room was filled with pleasure...