Chapter 28: Ruthless

Monica was immersed in a dream.
She went back to that summer when she was 17 years old, standing under the scorching sun, following behind Eric to the outdoor basketball court.
It was the first time she saw Steven.
When Eric's friends saw that he had brought a beautiful girl along, they complained, "We agreed to play ball, why did you bring your girlfriend? Are you here to show off?"
Eric threw the basketball back to them, retorting:
"My sister, my dear sister."
The people around suddenly had a change in their eyes, warmly gathering around: "Oh my god, your sister is so beautiful and cute, Eric, how did you, a dog, have such a sister? Which school does she go to? Does she have a boyfriend now?"
Eric pushed them away with his hand, saying, "That's enough, don't scare her."
The group of people dispersed with laughter. Monica then noticed that as soon as Eric entered the basketball court, he called out to his handsome friend, who had already walked over from under the tree and was standing on the side watching them.
She looked up and suddenly met his gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then shyly looked away.
Eric didn't notice these small movements, he simply introduced her,, "I mentioned it to you before, my sister, Monica, she's still in high school."
Steven nodded slightly,slightly; his gaze shifted from Eric to her.
"Steven, my best friend," Eric patted Monica's shoulder, "call him Steven brother."
"Hello, Steven brother," Monica obediently greeted.
Someone came over with ice water, urging Eric and Steven to warm up quickly, while looking at Monica and asking, "Why did you bring your sister today?"
"She insisted on following me, such a troublemaker, a little copycat," Eric complained, but his lip curled up and he reached out to give her the bottle of cold mineral water, "The outdoor stands are too sunny, sit under that tree, if it's too hot, just go home, got it?"
Monica nodded and ran towards the tree.
Someone said, "Your sister is so well-behaved."
"Well-behaved?" Eric laughed lazily, "Don't be fooled by her. Acting well-behaved in front of outsiders and elders is her specialty. Once you get to know her, she can be a bit challenging to handle. You won't be able to bear her princess-like temper."
"Why do I see you enjoying it?" one friend asked.
"She's my sister, if I can't tolerate her, then who can?"
The players on the court quickly started running with the ball. Monica sat under the tree, using the ice water to cool off her face, while watching Eric play basketball.
Time passed slowly, the players were sweating profusely, but still full of energy. Monica sat there motionless, feeling the overwhelming heat.
She couldn't understand the boys' love for basketball, all she knew was that sweating a lot made her extremely uncomfortable, she hated sweating.
The bottle of cold mineral water that Eric gave her had long lost its coldness and was too hot to handle. She put it aside and took out a wet wipe to wipe her cheeks.
"What do you want to drink?"
Suddenly, a low and pleasant voice sounded beside her.
She turned her head and saw Steven walking towards her, holding a huge bag and opening it for her to see, indicating for her to choose.
It turned s out he had suddenly disappeared fromon the court to buy water.
Monica glanced inside the bag, thinking that Steven had brought the whole convenience store there, with various types of drinks, even milk. She looked for a while, picked a bottle of juice, and then took out her phone, saying, "Thank you, can I transfer the money to you?"
However, as soon as the words came out, she remembered that the two of them were
Meeting for the first timeThe first meeting, Theythey had not didn't even exchange WeChatFacebook contacts.
Steven calmly took note of her decision. He saw her take out her phone and said, "You can add me on WeChatFacebook, but no need for the money transfer. I'm not that broke."
Monica's face turned slightly red, and she reluctantly withdrew her hand, whispering, "Thank you, brother."
"Steven," he suddenly spoke.
"Huh?" she didn't catch on.
"My name, I'm afraid you didn't remember," he patiently explained, " Steven WrightEardong Chen, the Huai in Jianghuai, the preface in a book."
"I remember," Monica nodded.
She thought the conversation was over then, but Steven remained in place, not moving, as if waiting for something.
The sunlight shone behind him, casting a long shadow, coincidentally falling onto Monica.
She found herself trapped in his shadow, she looked up at him, puzzled, only to find him also looking down at her. In the backlight, she couldn't see his expression clearly, but she felt that his gaze easily made her blush.
Was it because he was too good-looking?
Monica absentmindedly wondered.
Steven softly said, "Hmm?" as if reminding her.
Only then did she realize the purpose of him telling her his name. She thought for sure that she hadn't remembered his name, making him feel impolite.
Her fingers tightened around the juice, the cold sensation spread from her fingertips, gradually enveloping her whole body. Trying to make up for it, she said, "Thank you, brother Steven."
"You're welcome." Having received the desired address, he turned around. "Eric and I are good friends. If you have any questions, you can find me."
After saying that, he walked towards the basketball court with a bag in hand. Soon, complaints and astonishment came from the distance:
"Oh my God, I asked you to buy mineral water and soda, why did you buy all this random stuff?"
"Why is there even milk? Steven, did you bring the convenience store with you?"
Monica watched the lively scene on the court not far away, and then looked at her juice in her hand. Surprisingly, she felt that this brother, although cold-faced, was actually quite warm.
On the way back, she told Eric about this incident. Eric was playing with his phone and didn't even look up. He said,
"You must have mistaken him for someone else. The words 'warm' and 'Steven' couldn't be farther apart. It's impossible for any girl at our school to add him on WeChatFacebook."
Is that so?
Monica looked down at her phone, and the name "Steven" lay prominently in her friends list. She had added it just after they parted.
Was it because she was Eric's sister that it was so easy for her to add him?
After that, Monica and Steven gradually became more familiar with each other. She started showing her little temper and quirks in front of him, and he accepted it all, but also didn't spoil her.
She complained to the people around her, and the answer she got was always that Steven could never be that kind of person.
It was 's really strange.
This question has persisted until today.
Monica has always been very puzzled why the Steven she saw was different from the Steven in other people's eyes.
She felt a slight pain as if someone was biting her neck with dissatisfaction.
Pain and numbness pulled Monica back from her dazed dream. A low gasp sounded in her ear, "What did baby dream about? So wet?"
Steven reached her thigh and casually rubbed it a few times, so wet that he could even hear the sound of water, no need for foreplay.
Moans returned faster than consciousness. She murmured in a daze, "Brother Steven..."
With aan unclear ending, containing unconscious fragility, it tickled the heart.
He couldn't resist being tickled, so he put on a condom and penetrated her without any hesitation.
Soon, Monica moaned and said it was too much and couldn't handle it anymore.
She was not even fully awake yet, but her legs were spread apart and she was being pounded hard. The wet cave was filled with the sound of water, as she bit the penis and sucked it, making Steven pant uncontrollably. He thrust harder with each movement.
A full and tingling sensation exploded in their bodies. She finally woke up, unable to help but moan along with his movements. She slowly opened her eyes, only to see him looking at her with strange eyes, like he was having some kind of small mood swing.
It inexplicably reminded her of the time at the Half Mountain Hotel when he drank for her.
The same look.
"Awake?" Steven pulled out his organ, flipped her over, and positioned her on her knees, his tone heavy, "Then let's begin."
Monica had just woken up, blinking in confusion. For some reason, she suddenly had a very bad feeling.
The curtains were tightly closed, and the room was dim. She couldn't tell if it was day or night.
Monica was lying on the bed, being forcefully taken from behind by Steven. Her legs were so weak that she could hardly kneel, her knees rubbing against the bedsheet incessantly. Her cheeks buried in the pillow, she moaned unintelligibly. Her snow-white buttocks continuously slammed against his firm abdomen, creating seductive waves, turning them a deep red.
Doggy style was a different experience. He effortlessly penetrated deeply, his swollen penis perfectly fitting into her wet, hot, and tight young vagina. Even the slightest friction generated intense pleasure.
The tipglans aggressively bumped against the deepest part, grinding against the delicate opening of her cervix. The coronal groove stimulated the sensitive flesh inside, causing her waist and back to tremble, reflexively clenching and releasing.
Though she wanted to resist, she ended up clenching him tighter, making it difficult for him to bear. He massaged her buttocks and pressed her waist against his lower abdomen, thrusting harder, fully inserting his penis and forcefully grinding and squeezing against her depths.
Steven's style was always dominant, and this was no exception in bed.
Monica thought last night was the limit, but she didn't expect him to be even more aggressive in the morning, as if he was in some kind of mood.
He didn't say a word and ruthlessly tortured her.
What's gotten into this person so early in the morning!
The slightly uplifted tip collided with her hidden soft flesh, and she screamed into the pillow, her slim waist trembling uncontrollably. Her flower-like hole grasped his manhood and began to tremble, drenching the bedsheet with fluid.
Another climax.
Monica's legs trembled weakly, sobbing into the pillow. Instead of calling him "Brother Steven," she cursed, "Steve...
However, the best part of the Steven did not let her go, still straightening her back to the top, the glans brushed the folds, bumped up with strength, and straightened up again and again.
Before Monica was thrown out of the cloud of the best part, she was hit by the stimulation sensitive spot, the lower body pleasure superimposed and surging, almost out of control.
She bit the pillow and cried and trembled, her mind went blank for a moment, and almost thought she was going to die in this out-of-limit pleasure.
The sound of pulling and inserting echoes loudly in the room, and the rapid sound of water highlights the intensity of sex.
The mouth of the cave is wet with the root of the fleshy stem, showing a bright color.
The small buttocks trembled unconsciously, and the acupoint meat wrapped in the penis shuddered, which made the man gasp, straighten up and re-insert it, enjoying the most wonderful part of the more wonderful bundling in the depths of the tender acupoint.
"it's so deep. Mm-hmm. "
She slowly regained her consciousness, gasped for breath, was so deep that she could not stand it, and crawled forward with the rest of her strength, trying to escape.
The penis was spit out of the body bit by bit, but Steven was in no hurry, looking down at her movements, but when she was about to successfully escape, she buckled her waist and dragged it back.
Monica was caught off guard, the sensitive soft hole was filled again, and the hard glans were on top of the innermost depths, so that she could not help but cry out, and then continued to stand up and work hard, crashing her voice: "Wow."
I don't want it...
I don't want it. "
As soon as she woke up in the early morning, Monica was manipulated to the best part in a row, who was not long after menstruation, was really unbearable.
"Hold on." His voice was hoarse with lust, but his words were indifferent.
She couldn't help reaching around her back to push him, but he grabbed her hand and squeezed into her fingers to interlock her fingers.
Monica couldn't get down on his knees, and his waist was so weak that he collapsed. Steven pulled out her penis, turned her over, picked up her legs face to face and hung them over her arms, then sank and squeezed in.
Her buttocks were carried off the sheets by him, leaving only the fulcrum of her waist on the bed, trembling with soft breasts on her chest, like greasy milk jelly, leaning over and sucking and biting.
For a long time, the intense sex finally came to an end.
Steven hugged her and kissed her for a while, enjoying the aftertaste of the best part, then got up and took off the condom and threw it away.
Looking back, I saw Monica wrapped himself in a quilt, shrunk into a small ball, and remained motionless on the bed.
He approached, tugged at the quilt and Monica resisted.
With a little more effort, he peeled off the quilt and broke her shoulder to turn her to him.
"Bang!"
The crisp applause that caught people off guard. Steven's face was turned sideways, and a light red mark appeared on the white cheek.
Although she is not strong and the trace is very shallow, she is very incompatible with his gentle and fair face, which makes her look a little shocking.
Monica was completely disgruntled and reflexive, but she immediately regretted it, bit her lip and looked at his face, saying, "I promised to do it only once! I'm not awake yet. How could you. Aah! aah! And so fierce! You are breaking the agreement and taking advantage of other people's danger! "
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A little afraid of his retaliation, she shrunk into the bed. Unexpectedly, he had a calm expression as if nothing had happened, and he looked at her with lowered eyes, saying, "Let me take you to wash up."
She still had some doubts and struggled, not wanting him to hold her. Steven held her wrist and said, "Haven't vented enough yet? Do you want me to slap you again?"
"...No need, it takes effort to hit you. I'll wash up on my own." Monica snorted, but her stomach inconveniently made a rumbling sound.
She blushed in embarrassment.
Steven touched her cheek and said, "If you need anything, call me. I'll go get you something to eat."
With that, he got up and left the bedroom.
**Chapter 29 Earrings**