HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 2: Sign The Divorce Settlement

At the same time, Estelle pinched her pink nipple with one hand and spread her soaking wet pussy with the other hand. Seeing that, Cristofer could not hold it any longer. He quickly placed his dick on her pussy, trying to push inside. As his dick was hard and huge and her pussy was tight, it took longer than he thought to go all the way inside. “Ah...” Estelle let out a joyful moan. She could feel that his cock was completely inside her, reaching her cervix. It went so deep that she couldn’t help but tremble a bit and even contract the muscles of her vagina a few times. With one hand rubbing and squeezing her boobs and the other caressing her long and beautiful legs, Cristofer thrust in and out of Estelle like crazy. Panting, he stared at Estelle, who was bouncing and moaning under him with her face slightly blushing. Cristofer could never get tired of Estelle’s pretty face and her slim yet curvy body. At that moment, she frowned slightly, biting her rosy lips with her eyes half shut. Her soft and perfectly-shaped tits kept moving up and down, in sync with the shaking bed. Then he leaned forward and began licking and sucking Estelle’s hardened nipples. Generally, nipples were tasteless. Somehow, Cristofer tasted roses mixed with milk on her nipples, which drove him even more excited. And he started gently biting her tits. Moreover, he sped up his thrusting, forcing Estelle to move up and down more violently. “Oh... GOD! Harder!” Estelle groaned and kept touching and massaging her clits. Cristofer’s hard cock had already brought her tremendous pleasure. And his licking and sucking her boobs brought even more extreme pleasure to her, which nearly drove her out of her mind. Being wrapped in her wet and tight pussy that contracted from time to time, Cristofer could no longer hold it back. With a long moan, he twitched and came inside Estelle before collapsing on her. But he quickly got up and put on his clothes right after that, acting like he was a husband who was in a hurry to return to his wife after having fun with his mistress. Estelle was still immersed in the joy and excitement that Cristofer brought to her a while ago. And she immediately raised her legs, pointing them at the ceiling, not wanting to waste a single drop of

Cristofer’s sperm inside her vagina. Hang in there, Yohan. Mommy will be pregnant soon. Mommy is going to save you with the umbilical cord blood produced by your future brother or sister. Then Cristofer’s magnetic yet cold voice wrenched her mind back to reality, “Sign the divorce paper now!” Estelle laid down her legs, sat up, and asked, “Did you drink?” “It’s none of your business.” “Drinking is bad for your stomach.” “I need to drink so that I won’t feel disgusted when having sex with you.” Blood rushed up to Estelle’s throat and flowed down to a corner of her mouth. She frowned and wiped it with the sheet, feeling bitterly cold inside. But her tone was still calm and gentle. “You got back fast. No traffic jam?” Cristofer got dressed and lit a cigarette. Sitting in the shadow, he said indifferently, “Divorce with you deserves a fast drive.” “You couldn’t wait to divorce me?” Her voice sounded weak. She turned her back on him as the smoke nearly smothered her, and she started coughing again. “You know that, don’t you?” Cristofer deliberately breathed out a stream of smoke in her direction and felt inexplicably pleased to see her coughing and trembling. “I’ve done what you said. Let’s get divorced tomorrow morning.” “Not so fast, Cristofer. I won’t sign the paper unless you spend the whole night with me.” Cristofer stubbed out his cigarette and growled. “Sign it NOW! Gretchen and I have already waited for too long for you to sign it. And I don’t want to waste my time with a shameless woman like you!” Hearing that, Estelle’s heart sank. She was so heartbroken and painful that she felt like a dull knife was penetrating her heart. Still, she couldn’t help thinking of her good old days with Cristofer. Since when did I fall in love with Cristofer? Estelle tried to recall but failed to find the exact time. She grew up with Cristofer because their families had been friends for generations. They were like peas and carrots, and everyone waited for them to get married and consolidate the friendship

between the two families. When they were younger, Cristofer was more than gentle with her. Since she had low blood sugar, he always carried her favorite star-shaped candies with him so that she could have one when feeling uncomfortable. At school, Cristofer intercepted all the love letters she was going to receive and jealously told her that those boys were no good compared with him. Then, a few months before her birthday, he would start making a large glass bottle of paper stars as her gift. By then, she was “spoiled” and pretended to be difficult by saying, “They’re fake. I want real stars.” But he always petted her nose lovingly instead of getting mad at her unreasonable request, “Then I’ll pick them for you.” “I’m just kidding. How could you reach the stars?” “I will if you want.” “You’re bluffing.” “I promise I’ll pick them for you when you marry me.” Back to the present, Estelle wondered if it was because she was dying that she would be so nostalgic for the good old days. Stroking the blood on the sheet, she found that fate was a total irony. She thought God seemed so envious of her fairy-like life that he destroyed everything she had. It took only five years to turn Cristofer’s profound love towards Estelle into downright hatred. Five years ago, Cristofer’s parents and Estelle’s father were killed in a car crash on their wedding day. To everyone’s surprise, the culprit was Estelle’s father. Later, her mother and uncle acquired all the Hans’ possessions overnight. In this rough and cruel way, the two influential families in Hadale City were merged, and her uncle became the actual owner of all assets. The result was unexpected. In everyone’s eyes, it was like a long-standing conspiracy that eventually unfolded that day and culminated in the Hudsons’ outright triumph.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.