It was as if she had been bewitched.
Xiang Yi Mo tipped her small head back, unconsciously catering to the man’s kisses and her soft tongue learned to press against his timidly.
Her lips grew increasingly numb.
Only when she could hardly breathe did the man let go of her red lips. His downcast eyes saw a crystal clear thread of liquid breaking off at the edge of her red, sweet mouth.
A pair of starry eyes dimmed, on the verge of being unable to suppress it.
“Mo Mo…” The voice that called out to her was particularly close. It was clear and magnetic with a slight low rasp that was extraordinarily sexy.
“Hm?” Xiang Yi Mo had not yet returned to her senses but only instinctively answered. Her voice was soft, revealing confusion.
Jing Qian’s gaze burned into her. The lust hidden in those eyes grew more and more raging, and he said bluntly, “If you hate it, push me away.” After these words left his lips, he kissed her once more.
Except that a kiss wasn’t enough to satisfy him this time.
Jing Qian’s eyes deepened, and he placed his large hands on the woman’s breasts, rubbing her tits through the silk fabric of her nightgown.
Her mounds were not too big nor too small; it was just right to hold with one hand.
They were very pleasant and soft to touch.
His other hand loosened its grip on her waist, moved down her waist, lifted her dress, and his fingers probed the area between her thighs.
His fingertips were warm. He touched a spot and pressed it back and forth through the slightly damp fabric. The pressure made Xiang Yi Mo’s legs tingle, and she let out a cry.
His fingers sank slightly into the slit through the wet fabric.
Xiang Yi Mo seemed shocked by his action and finally returned to her senses with a stupefied expression.
Even she, herself, hasn’t touched that place!
She subconsciously tried to avoid him. Her tiny buttocks trembled as she moved backwards.
But the man was one step ahead of her.
The large arm wrapped around the area between her thighs. Then, it went under her buttocks and pressed them towards him. Contrary to her expectations, it brought their lower halves closer together and pressed against one another even more.
The sensation of the bulging ball of flesh, bound in his underwear, hardening through the fabric pressing against her became even more vivid. It was as if it was jumping out and trying to pierce through the fabric.
Without giving Xiang Yi Mo time to react, Jing Qian rolled over and pinned her underneath him. His breath overwhelmed her.
He baited her with tender kisses, luring her into another flurry of emotions.
Until Xiang Yi Mo felt a chill on her chest, her nightgown had piled up on her chest at some point. His slender fingers were tugging at the edge of her panties, attempting to pull them down.
Xiang Yi Mo was horrified and jolted.
Panic of having never experienced this before flared in her watery eyes, as well as the lust aroused by him earlier.
She fell into a dilemma.
Pulling back the tip of her tongue that had been sucked until it was numb, she called out the man’s name as she trembled, “Jing Qian, don’t….”
“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t do strange things to me?” She was so bashful and scared that tears were about to squeeze out of her eyes.
Jing Qian slightly narrowed his eyes. His starry eyes were dark and intimidating. The desire in his eyes was so thick that it couldn’t be concealed. Instead, it kept increasing.
He felt like he was really going crazy.
He didn’t answer. He just licked away the crystals that clung to the corners of Xiang Yi Mo’s mouth. A voice burned to a low rasp by lust carried the hot breath that blew against her skin.
“Mo Mo,” he uttered her name extraordinarily affectionately. “You’re responsible for putting out the fire you’ve lit.”
As he said this, he pumped his hip and pressed twice against the bulging curve of the wet spot where her panties had dented, causing a muffled grunt to escape from Xiang Yi Mo’s lips and her legs went limp.
She heard him say, “I’m so hard that I can’t stand it.”
He took the delicate red lips that were sobbing and nibbled gently with his teeth. “I’ll just rub against it. I won’t put it in.”
The man’s gentle voice coaxed, like a demon whispering in her ear, compelling her. Each syllable made Xiang Yi Mo’s ears limp and numb to the point where her bone marrow also went limp.
She had clearly not touched any alcohol, but somehow a sense of intoxication had paralysed her senses.
So, in response, Xiang Yi Mo gave a very soft mumble and nodded her head as if she was possessed.
The corners of Jing Qian’s mouth raised, and his eyes shimmered. He was like a hungry wolf staring at a piece of tender and fatty meat brought to his mouth on its own accord.
He kissed it forcefully again.
He traversed down from the corner of her lips, snow-white neck and collarbone, imprinting red plum-like marks as he kissed. He gradually slid down, buried his head on her chest, licked her tips, and took them into his mouth.
He sucked and licked.
Her other breast was held in his hand and kneaded. His knuckles sank slightly into her flesh, making it into various shapes.
Xiang Yi Mo’s chest tingled as she was being sucked and massaged. Her tightly closed lips couldn’t help but let out a whimper.
“En…It itches.” The tone of her voice picked up a little. Under the man’s profane playful caress, the clarity that clung to the bottom of her eyes melted away and disintegrated little by little…