47. Then Don’t Come

The carpet was light-colored, and if anything sticky got on it, it was difficult to clean and would require a complete rewash. That’s why Li Qing really disliked Lin Xingzi eating snacks and drinking beverages in her room.

Whenever she came home for a night, Li Qing would help her tidy up the next day.

“Move, or else go to sleep... Ah!” Lin Xingzi cried out, her nails digging into Jiang Yan’s neck, leaving several bloody marks. She had intended to keep teasing Jiang Yan, but he suddenly pressed down on her leg and forcefully thrust inside.

Her unfinished words turned into rapid moans, and intermittent gasps, biting her lip, still escaped through her teeth.

She climaxed just like that.

One second she was teasing him, watching him tormented by desire, the next she was climaxing.

Just the insertion pushed all her senses to the breaking point.

With no obstruction, he was encompassed by her soft, warm embrace. Hot, sticky fluid surged from deep within, drenching his glans. Her inner walls wrapped around him layer upon layer, wanting to push him out, yet also drawing him further in. Jiang Yan let out a muffled groan, the veins on his forehead throbbing faintly, his breathing noticeably heavier.

After her climax, her eyes were hazy and moist, appearing innocent and bewildered, her dewy red lips slightly parted, gasping rapidly, as if suddenly drained of strength, isolated and exhausted. Yet, inside her vulva, it was like a raging fire, her soft flesh trembling, contracting, and spasming, inviting him deeper.

The distance from the French window to the bed was only a few steps, but Jiang Yan couldn’t even wait. He thrust hard a few times in his most practiced and primal position.

Lin Xingzi hadn’t fully recovered, her moans escaping her throat from the impacts. She felt like she’d been soaked in hot water, her entire body breaking out in fine beads of sweat, a blush spreading everywhere.

The prolonged ecstasy was pushed to a higher point. She didn’t even have the energy to get angry at Jiang Yan out of embarrassment, but at that moment, Jiang Yan picked her up.

Her body suddenly became weightless, with only the fragile point of connection holding them. Lin Xingzi, startled, clung tightly to Jiang Yan, her legs wrapped around his waist, actively taking the object that was already pressed against her cervix even deeper, pressing against his pelvis.

“Mmm...” Her opening was pitifully stretched. As he moved, his pubic hair scraped against her chafed skin. Her voice became more nasal when she gasped, unable to hide the seduction in her tone.

The three-to-five meter distance felt incredibly long at that moment.

Lin Xingzi breathed a sigh of relief when she was placed in the soft bedding. The man’s hands moved along the curves of her body, where they dipped or gathered, distracting her. Her hand climbed from his chest, feeling the bite marks she had left.

Jiang Yan leaned down.

This bed, where she had slept for several years and grown from a girl, creaked with ambiguous sounds, accompanied by her soft moans, rising and falling.

No restraints, just unrestrained conquest.

Outside, heavy snow fell. Her vision blurred by sweat, the snowflakes blended into a single expanse.

His hand found her chin and lifted it.

He kissed her from her neck up, recapturing her scattered attention.

“Jiang Jiang...” Jiang Yan’s voice was hoarse and lingering, her name winding around his teeth, carrying a burning breath.

Lin Xingzi gathered some strength, pushed him down, flipped over and straddled his waist, pushing back her sweat-soaked long hair, utterly languid.

Her snow-white breasts swayed, making his eyes burn. Jiang Yan’s breathing grew heavier.

His cock rubbed against the cleft of her buttocks with small movements. He wanted to finish quickly. Lin Xingzi took him in her hand. She distinctly felt him tremble.

She was usually the one being serviced. She had only used her hand on him once in her hometown, so she wasn’t skilled, but she knew how to stimulate him.

Her fingers brushed against his urethra, becoming sticky, then she spread the fluid on her palm, circling the base, holding him and moving slowly, pushing the folds of skin together, then slowly smoothing them out—rough, yet occasionally tending to his sensitive spots.

Feeling tired, she slightly propped herself up.

And then she sat down.

Only then did she look at him, her alluring eyes like silk. Even though she was on top, with more control, he still dominated.

He held her waist, thrusting fiercely, the veins on his arms throbbing, his abdominal muscles taut, his eyes bloodshot.

Lin Xingzi’s body went limp, and she collapsed onto him, her breath caressing his ear. She knew he was about to come. “I’ll take the pill...”

All the blood in his body rushed to his lower abdomen. Jiang Yan growled, “Don’t take it!”

“Okay...” She laughed lazily, closing her eyes to enjoy the pleasure of orgasm. “Just don’t come...”

“Can’t I... then what do we do?”

Jiang Yan knew she was “getting revenge,” playing with him, yet he was completely controlled by her.

He forced himself to hold back the urge to ejaculate, needing a word from her, even just a nod.

“Jiang Jiang,” he bit her earlobe, afraid of hurting her, his tongue gently licking it. “Wife...”

Only then was she finally satisfied.

“Alright, then I won’t take the pill. If it happens, consider it your New Year’s gift,” the light, trailing words had just fallen when she was flipped over and pressed back into the bedding.

Endless pleasure broke through its restraints, and a thick gush of semen surged into her body.

And this first snow had not yet stopped.