#35: Did I Hurt You?

Lin Xingzi always remembered her first experience, which wasn’t pleasant. She had theoretical knowledge but no practical experience, and Jiang Yan was also inexperienced, so all she remembered was pain.

So, before every subsequent time, she would vow to make him pay, but each time she succumbed to him.

As long as he called her name, Jiangjiang, Jiangjiang, all her mischievous thoughts would vanish.

Lin Xingzi didn’t allow him to leave marks on her, so he endured, his arm around her waist tightening, veins bulging, blood vessels protruding from his skin, winding from the back of his hand to his cuff.

His scent enveloped her, and Lin Xingzi’s teasing hand, which had been wreaking havoc on his lower abdomen, finally reached his belt.

Her thumb pressed against the metal buckle, slowly pulling it out before dropping it onto the carpet with a soft clink.

Even through a layer of fabric, she could clearly feel the man’s erection beneath his waist. He had been suffering for a long time, and so had she.

Her soft hand glided along the outline of his trousers, which were now distended, and the pressure increased when it touched the top. Leaning on his shoulder, her soft gasps clung to Jiang Yan’s ear, truly maddening. Jiang Yan felt his tailbone go numb.

She wore a bra. Jiang Yan couldn’t unhook it with one hand, so he simply pushed it up. Suddenly cold, she instinctively shrank into his embrace, her nipples trembling.

He cupped her milky-white, delicate breasts in his palm, his rough fingertips brushing against her nipples, ticklish yet not, unbearably tantalizing. Lin Xingzi hummed, twisting her waist closer to him, then reaching behind her back to unhook her bra, the other soft breast rubbing against the buttons of his police uniform.

After Zhan Yan confidently declared, “She wouldn’t have made it through those years without me,” a monster began to fester in Jiang Yan’s heart. He couldn’t give her a wedding, nor could their normal marital relationship be made public. The regret remained unfillable, and his possessiveness grew even stronger.

Jiang Yan didn’t mention Zhan Yan at all, fearing Lin Xingzi would recall that period, where all the good and bad were associated with another man.

His breathing grew heavier. He enclosed her slightly hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking. The lingering milky scent in his mouth seemed to be drawn from her breast, making him momentarily dazed. Desire fermented, and his grip tightened a bit. She winced in pain, her eyes hazy with mist, kicking him in a way that was more petulant than angry.

She was always delicate in bed. Jiang Yan, as if to appease her, licked her light pink areola, his tongue pressing against her nipple, trying to penetrate.

His hot breath spread unobstructed, the pleasure stimulating Lin Xingzi to cry out. She grabbed his short black hair, pushing his head away slightly, but the next second, her lips and tongue eagerly met his for a kiss.

Jiang Yan’s hand touched her inner thigh, already wet. A gleaming puddle of fluid spread on the table, dripping to the edge and dampening his trouser leg.

Lin Xingzi was completely naked, her pajama dress crumpled on the floor. Jiang Yan, however, was still fully dressed except for two unbuttoned police uniform buttons, performing a very erotic act while wearing the most serious attire.

Jiang Yan’s body felt hot. He freed a hand to unbutton his shirt, but Lin Xingzi imperiously stopped him. “Don’t take it off, just like this.”

Yet, her legs gracefully wrapped around his waist.

Jiang Yan pressed half her body onto the desk, his wedding ring finger pressing against her vaginal opening, slow to enter, slow to withdraw.

The cool, hard object scraped inside her passage, an unusual sensation that made Lin Xingzi’s body go soft. A flush spread across her earlobes and cheeks, her eyes moist, and even her glare at him seemed more like playful coquetry.

He was doing it on purpose.

“Pants, take them off.”

In their intimacy, Lin Xingzi was pampered and couldn’t endure the slightest torment. She was utterly powerless against Jiang Yan in his police uniform.

His mouth, which interrogated criminals, kissed all over her body. His hand, which held a gun, ground against her vagina, enough to make her surrender.

Lin Xingzi propped herself up on the desk, fumbling to undo the man’s pants zipper. Her tongue root was numb from being sucked, so she turned her head away to escape his deep kiss, resting on his chest, panting.

Jiang Yan put on a condom, smeared the lubricant from his palm onto his shaft, and then lowered his head to kiss her, simultaneously spreading her legs. His glans pressed against her slick inner thigh, pushing aside her thick, tender labia. After a few rubs, he pushed in inch by inch from the vaginal opening.

Lin Xingzi’s head arched back, her neck forming an alluring curve, her long hair scattered, and her long, soft moans fractured by the impact.

His entry was slow and gentle, yet deep. Lin Xingzi didn’t feel pain, only a wave of numbness and fullness rising from her lower abdomen.

Initially, she was happy to be treated gently, but gradually she felt a little unsatisfied.

He entered and withdrew unhurriedly, the sounds of wetness like rain on banana leaves. Every inch of soft flesh inside her vagina eagerly wrapped around his penis, hot and sticky.

“Mmm... you...” Lin Xingzi held the man’s head. His short hair pricked her cheeks and neck a little, making her more restless. “Jiang Yan... you...”

The desktop was slick, and she couldn’t sit still from being bumped. Jiang Yan gripped her slender waist. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, her panting carrying a nasal sound, making her sound pitiful. Even without saying a single soft word, she was tempting Jiang Yan to surrender, to give her pleasure, to give her joy.

He slowly withdrew, then the next second, his hips thrust hard into her vulnerable depths. “How about now?”

“Ah!” Lin Xingzi screamed.

The man smiled, lowering his head to kiss her, swallowing her urgent, helpless moans. He let her scratch and bite, yet continued to thrust deeply each time.

The lewd scent in the air spread, like an aphrodisiac.

Lin Xingzi was out of breath. She turned her head, hiding to the left. He followed her the next second. She hid to the right, and he would still trace kisses up her chin inch by inch. She felt so hot she might melt on his tongue. Even the unbearable suffocating sensation made her want to scream wildly.

Her inner thighs were red and swollen from the impact, and the hands tightly gripping his back trembled. A tingling sensation rose from her toes upwards.

Lin Xingzi contracted her lower abdomen, clamping him. She was soft and watery, Jiang Yan was hard to the point of numbness, and pleasure spread almost into her very bones.