Chapter 7. “Don’t bite.”

Jiang Yan lacked technique, driven by passion to make the most primal movements. Lin Xingzi’s beautiful, slender long legs wrapped around his waist, swaying with his thrusts, generating layers of desire.

The desk lamp’s light dimmed slightly. In a daze, Lin Xingzi felt her legs being spread wider by him.

The man’s dark cock moved in and out between her legs, grinding her tender vulva until it ached. The pleasure that emanated from their union tormented her, and an uncontrollable moan escaped from deep within her throat.

Jiang Yan actually didn’t want to hurt her; she was delicate, even her strands of hair were precious.

But her usual noble self was completely transformed after succumbing to sex. Her wet, tight vagina accommodated him, her opening pitifully gaping and dripping with nectar. The skin at her inner thighs was red from being slapped by his hips. Her cheeks, neck, and soft, full breasts were all tinged with a faint pink. The corners of her eyes were moist, as if holding a spring, letting out soft moans.

How could he control himself?

“Jiangjiang...” He leaned over her again, kissing her from her forehead to her rosy lips, tangling with her tongue.

The overly swollen, numb pleasure stimulated Lin Xingzi’s lower abdomen to contract. Her mind was somewhat hazy and dispersed. Wave after wave surged, accumulating, about to reach a climax. She felt a little helpless, but her lips were held in his kiss, unable to speak, so she twisted her body even more restlessly, her toes rubbing against his tailbone.

The man gasped softly. After a second’s pause, he suddenly lifted her legs, and the cock buried between her thighs thrust even more fiercely. She hummed softly, her head hitting the wall from the impact, which stung a little.

Jiang Yan saw her eyebrows furrowed. He cupped her buttocks with his large hands, pulling her down slightly.

His glans brushed against a certain spot hidden within her folds of flesh. Her body suddenly tensed even more, her passage contracted, her opening muddy, yet growing tighter. Jiang Yan knew she was comfortable. He wanted to make her even more comfortable, breaking through the soft flesh, grinding and thrusting against that spot, pumping his strong waist quickly. She clutched his back and screamed.

A warm liquid poured onto his glans. Jiang Yan gritted his teeth and groaned, pulling out at the last moment and ejaculating the thick, white fluid onto her belly.

“Cough, cough!” A coughing sound came from outside the window.

The neighbors were not an old couple with poor hearing at all.

The man buried his head in her neck, panting heavily, sexy and erotic. Lin Xingzi recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm and bit him on the shoulder, “You lied!”

“Don’t bite, Jiangjiang... Be good, don’t bite,” Jiang Yan fended her off clumsily but couldn’t stop smiling. “I’ll explain tomorrow. I’ll say it was me who made the noise.”

Lin Xingzi rarely felt embarrassed or shy. When she cursed, she could humiliate someone to the point where they wished they could restart their lives, but she was thin-skinned in this regard.

Yet, there was no way to explain her recent indulgence.

His body was very hot, and he was sweating even more on his face and forehead, trickling down his jawline. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and sweat dripped onto her chin. His eyes held an unconcealed lust.

“Get off,” Lin Xingzi pushed him. “You’re so heavy.”

The redness around her eyes hadn’t faded, and her glare was alluring and full of desire. Jiang Yan’s lower abdomen tightened. If they went for a second round, he might not be able to resist ejaculating inside her, and she was allergic to the morning-after pill, so she absolutely couldn’t take it again.

The words ‘pregnant’ were also a minefield for her.

Anyone who brought it up would cause her to flip out.

“Does it hurt?” Jiang Yan sat up, gently rubbing her waist with his palm.

The semen on her belly flowed down to her inner thighs. Her legs couldn’t close for a moment, and her red, abraded opening was slightly agape. This sight made Jiang Yan’s mouth dry. “Then don’t wash it. I’ll get a towel and wipe you down.”