Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Half an hour later, she stepped out and sat down in front of the vanity to do her skincare routine.

Through the mirror, she could see the man on the bed, "Honey, I know you're mad at me, but could you not give me the evil eye like that? I can feel it even through the mirror. It's like you want to eat me alive." "Yep, I do want to 'devour' you." Andre said.

After applying her moisturizer, Mia turned off the desk lamp, leaving only two bedside lamps on.

She moved to the other side of the bed, lifted the covers, and crawled in.

"Sweetie, are you really pissed?" She asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

Andre asked, "Wanna find out?"

Mia immediately shook her head, "No, no." She felt embarrassed.

"If you're too shy to look down there, why don't you give me a little check-up?" Andre asked.

"How do I do that?" Mia didn't understand.

Andre made a slight move. While getting his wife to lie down next to him, he also got into the covers, "Just give it a check."

Mia instantly got his drift, "Honey, I'm afraid if you're really not up to it, you might get frustrated and kill me."

Andre, with one arm around her waist and the other hand on her leg, "Not if I'm fine."

He kissed her neck. Under the covers, Mia held onto her dress nervously, warding off her husband's advances. She had to use one hand to push her husband away and stop him from kissing her neck. "Honey, my neck is ticklish, stop it." Mia said.

Andre, instead, began to suck on her neck while his hand slowly lifted up her nightgown, placing his hand on her waist.

she said, "Honey, I've checked, you're really not up

not only didn't stop, but he also became more intense. He grabbed the back of Mia's

panic. She

couldn't finish her words. Her body was now as bare as

took off his own pajamas, pressed himself on top of

terrified, and she

didn't know how

moment, Mia's phone rang. She immediately pointed

without a glance, he smashed it onto the

phone!" She lightly pat her husband's chest and complained, "You owe me a new

dares to interrupt me

at her husband's anger; she

continue, or do you need to be

a fragile voice, she asked, "Can I say I don't want to continue?" She was scared of

fingertips, kissed her forehead, nose, lips,

ceremonial sense, and not on any special holiday. She was utterly unprepared, without

pissed off her husband, and now he was making her pay

feeling. He lowered his head, and gently kissed her. She nervously grabbed the bedsheet, her palms sweaty, wetting and wrinkling the

the girl who was experiencing this for the first time couldn't help but cry. She thought all the descriptions in the novels were lies, but not about this. The pain made her tears flow. She pushed her husband away, refusing his further actions. However, Andre didn't even notice his wife's crying and refusal. His brain seemed to have entered a new realm when he had Mia, feeling

didn't know how long it had been; she felt as if she had completely lost herself. The breath she

was asleep with lights

expressing his

......

worry anymore, and Andre didn't have to hold back

all she remembered was Andre asking her,