In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 102

I'm so angry with him that I really don't want to be in the same space with him.

It's getting late now, and the wind is blowing strongly, which makes me feel a little cold.

Frances Louis drives slowly behind me.

I go faster, and he drives faster. I slow down, and he also slows down.

I feel uncomfortable being stared by a pair of eyes.

“Frances Louis, what do you want? Would you stop following me?” I turn to him and ask furiously.

“This is the only way home. Are you sure I'm following you?”

The man shrugs innocently.

His car goes like a turtle and he says that he is not following me?

Never mind. I can’t beat him if he plays rogue.

I can only stop and get in his car.

Frances Louis chuckles. He steps on the gas and it's totally different from the tortoise speed before.

As soon as we get in the house, Frances Louis pins me down on the table and lifts up the hem of my skirt.

“What are you doing?”

I am scared by him, looking at Frances Louis in panic.

Is he in a full rut? Why is he so horny?

“You want me so much. I can't sit by.” The man nibbles my shoulder, his voice low and seductive.

“When did I want you?” I ask blankly.

“You bought condoms. Don’t you want to have sex with me?”

What?

“Just in case…”

Then, Frances Louis swallows my unfinished sentence.

He ignites my desire and takes off my underpants.

“Well, Sir, would you mind moving to another place? I want to go the bathroom. I can't hold it any longer.”

His hands and feet are cold, which makes my warm bed cool down.

His cold hands fumble my breasts, making my goose bumps all over.

I want to say no, but I couldn’t refuse Frances Louis. I could only endure the discomfort and let him fumble all the way down.

Gradually, his body begins to heat up, and that part of his body is extremely hot.

My legs feel weak under his teasing. His giant member is against my private part. He is ready to get in, but I still have my senses. I push him and say, “wear a condom.”

Frances Louis is reluctant to stop now, but he asks me in a low voice, “Where?”

“In the shopping bag on the night table.”

Frances Louis gets up quickly. He goes to the bedside cupboard and comes back soon.

He holds my waist, trying to find the right point.

Suddenly, a warm stream pours out from me.

It feels like…