Seven Days Before Divorce

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The door of her room was pushed open. And a tall and handsome man in a well-tailored suit walked in. However, the moment he saw Stela, he frowned and a trace of disgust and contempt flashed across his eyes.

“Cirrus, there you are.”

Stela said in a coquettish voice, walking towards him in her red high heels. Running through her curly chestnut hair with her slender fingers and biting her rosy lips, Stela looked quite sexy and seductive.

She placed her fingers on Cirrus’thin lips, gently caressed them for a few seconds and then moved all the way down to his firm chest. Just as she was going to reach his p*nis, Cirrus stopped her immediately and let out a sneer.

“What? You don’t like it?” Stela asked in confusion. Meanwhile, she put one of Cirrus’ hands on her soft and perky b**bs, letting him feel them and squeeze them.

Wow. After all these years, they are still as soft and perky as before.

No, no, no. Cirrus, stop! She’s a slut who got your parents killed. She’s a horrible woman!

Cirrus exclaimed in his heart. Yet, he was still wearing a poker face.

“Are you so horny that you just can’t wait to get f*cked by me the minute you saw me?” Cirrus said coldly.

“Yes, I am. And I’m already soaking wet even before you arrived,” Stela replied in a playful and naughty tone while stripping off her bra.

However, before she finished stripping off her bra, she was flung onto the bed by Cirrus. Then Cirrus took off his clothes piece by piece.

Yes! That’s it! Take off all your clothes and f*ck me!

At the same time, Stela pinched her pink n*pple with one hand and spread her soaking wet p*ssy with the other hand.

Seeing that, Cirrus could not hold it any longer. He quickly placed his d*ck on her p*ssy, trying to push inside. As his d*ck was hard and huge and her p*ssy was tight, it took longer than he thought to go all the way inside.

“Ah...” Stela let out a joyful moaning.

She could feel that his c*ck was completely inside her, and it reached her cervix. It went so deep that she couldn’t help but tremble a bit and even contract the muscles of her v*gina a few times.

With one hand rubbing and squeezing her b**bs and the other caressing her long and beautiful legs, Cirrus thrust in and out of Stela like crazy. Panting, he stared at Stela, who was bouncing and moaning under him with her face slightly blushed.

Cirrus could never get tired of Stela’s pretty face and her slim yet curvy body. At the moment, she slightly frowned, biting her rosy lips with her eyes half shut. Her soft and perfectly-shaped t**s kept moving up and down, in sync with the shaking bed.

Then he leaned forward and began licking and sucking Stela’s hardened n*pples. Generally, n*pples were tasteless. Somehow, Cirrus tasted roses mixed with milk on her n*pples, which drove him even more excited. And he started gently biting her t*ts. Moreover, he sped up his thrusting, forcing Stela to move up and down more violently.

“Oh... GOD! Harder!” Stela groaned and kept touching and massaging her cli**ris.

Cirrus’ hard c*ck had already brought her tremendous pleasure. And his licking and sucking her b**bs brought even more extreme pleasure to her, which nearly drove her out of her mind.

Being wrapped in her wet and tight p*ssy that contracted from time to time, Cirrus could no longer hold it back. With a long moan, he twitched and came inside Stela 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.

Stela was still immersed in the joy and excitement that Cirrus 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 Cirrus’ sperm inside her v*gina.

Hang in there, Aelius. Mommy will be pregnant soon. Mommy is going to save you with the umbilical cord blood produced by your future brother or sister.

Then Cirrus’ magnetic yet cold voice wrenched her mind back to reality, “Sign the divorce paper now!”

Stela 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 s*x with you."

Blood rushed up to Stela's throat and flowed down on 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?"

Cirrus had 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?" Cirrus 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, Cirrus. I won’t sign the paper unless you spend the whole night with me."

Cirrus stubbed out his cigarette and growled. "Sign it NOW! Florence 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, Stela’s heart sank. She was so heartbroken and painful that she felt like her heart was being penetrated by a dull knife. Still, she couldn’t help thinking of the good old days she had with Cirrus.

Since when did I fall in love with Cirrus?

Stela tried to recall but failed to find the exact time.

She grew up with Cirrus 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, Cirrus 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, Cirrus intercepted all the love letters she was going to receive, and jealously told her that those boys were no good compared with him. 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, Stela 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. God seemed so envious of her fairy-like life that he destroyed everything she had.