Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 199 - - I can’t do this anymore

"Ah... mmm..."

Her attempts at resistance gave way to delicate moans when his lips and tongue attacked her most sensitive spot. All her pleas dissolved into sounds of involuntary pleasure.

Her long, slender thighs were forced apart to rest on the man's shoulders, while he, buried between her legs, skillfully teased her, coaxing her to lose her composed and haughty expression and beg for mercy again and again.

Monica could feel the hidden zone between them responding to his teasing, with large droplets of nectar spilling out, the emptiness within her longing to be filled. She impatiently wriggled her waist, silently hinting to him that she had always been honest with her body, but now, if she resisted, it would only be pretension.

Jim chuckled softly, his deep voice tinged with a husky tone of lust.

"Don't you want it? Just look at you now..."

"Who... what kind of woman can stand you like that?" Monica gasped, cursing him.

Damn him—she clearly liked it when he did this, yet she still tried to act tough. Jim no longer held back, releasing his arousal that had been standing tall for so long, and entered her without hesitation.

Her softness tightly enveloped him, and he couldn't stop the rhythm that surged through him. The person he had longed for for so many years was finally his in this moment. The joy of being one with her made him seize her waist, moving wildly with rhythm.

Already teased by his foreplay, he barely took a few strokes before she screamed, gasping for breath, reaching her peak beneath him.

Spasm after spasm of her tight inner walls clenched around him, each contraction so intense against his burning heat that he almost lost control. But he held himself back, leaning down to wrap his arms around her and kiss her deeply.

"How about one more?" he murmured.

Monica pushed against him, breathless. "Get out of here, I don't want it. Get yourself together and leave!

Jim smiled, unbothered, and once again gripped her waist, thrusting into her with vigor. He didn't know how long it lasted, but when she reached her peak again, he finally released the tie that had been bound around her wrist. At this moment, even if she wanted to hit or pinch him, she didn't have the strength.

She lay there, exhausted, her eyes closed. Her body was limp, too sore to move, from her waist to the roots of her thighs and calves. Only her chest rose and fell with deep breaths.

Her flushed, glistening cheeks showed the aftermath of two climaxes in a row. As she lay there, he felt his cold, hardened heart swell with tenderness at the sight of her, utterly undone by him.

He kissed her lips gently, then rolled her over, lifting her so she braced herself on the bed with her hands. He entered her again from behind, but she had already lost all strength and was at his mercy. He gave her a playful slap on the backside.

"You're going to have to turn over for me now," he said with a grin.

His rhythm quickened, and before long, the force of his movements had her collapsing back onto the bed. He was relentless, lifting her once more to continue. She began to moan, a mix of frustration and pleasure in her voice. "Jim, you're exhausting me... you have no mercy... no mercy."

"Jim, are you trying to kill me? Can't you go easy on me?"

His frustration with her words only fueled his force, and she was soon sent crashing onto her back as he grasped her, lifting her before bringing her down again with powerful thrusts. Finally, she seemed to realize her position and whispered a soft plea for forgiveness.

"Jim, please... make it quick, okay? Please, let me go... I can't do this anymore..."

Monica lost track of time. She only felt as if her body was being overwhelmed, each impact sending shockwaves through her. His final thrust almost knocked the breath out of her, and a rush of heat flooded her waistline. She collapsed onto the king-sized bed, too exhausted to move, her body completely drained.

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On a sunny morning, Albert woke up with a splitting headache. As he raised his hand to massage his pounding forehead, his fingers unexpectedly touched a slightly cool towel.

Puzzled, he removed the towel from his head and slowly sat up. But the sight of someone slumped at the edge of the bed froze him in place—it was her!

She was sitting on the carpet, leaning against the bed, fast asleep. Her delicate and beautiful face looked even more serene under the morning light, with a few strands of hair falling over her petite nose, making her all the more captivating.

Albert glanced at the towel in his hand, then at the bowl on the bedside table, and finally at her sleeping figure. In that moment, understanding dawned on him.

He knew he had been heavily intoxicated the previous night, but he hadn't expected that the same person who had been so cold to him during the dinner party and at the KTV would now be taking such tender care of him. His chest swelled with an overwhelming sense of joy.

However, seeing her curled up in her thin pajamas at the edge of the bed, he quickly pushed his thoughts aside. He got out of bed carefully, picked her up, and gently placed her on the bed before pulling the blanket over her.

She didn't stir at all, still deeply asleep. It was clear that the night had taken a toll on her. Cynthia had planned to stay awake to change his towel a few more times before sleeping, but she had unknowingly dozed off while waiting.

Albert sat by the bed, watching her peaceful sleeping face. After hesitating for a moment, he slid back under the blanket with her. Even though his headache kept him from falling asleep, holding her like this made him content. It was as if the pain no longer mattered.

He lay on his side next to her, carefully slipping one arm under her neck while gently resting the other on her waist, embracing her lightly. At that moment, he thought, how wonderful it would be if time could just stop here.

For a fleeting instant, he felt grateful for his drunkenness the previous night. Without it, he wouldn't have experienced her thoughtful care.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, a faint smile appeared on his lips. Maybe her heart wasn't as indifferent to him as she seemed to show.

Perhaps she still cared about him, didn't she? Thinking this, the despair that had gripped his heart was suddenly replaced by a glimmer of hope.

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