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“Show me how you need it. Take my hand.” An order. “Show me how you touch yourself when you are alone.”
I clumsily grab his wrist, tilt to the side and grind myself against his palm.
Less restrained moans come out of me.
“Yes,” he growls, pumping sideways in my entrance. Shallow and quick. It's exactly as I showed him. It's how I love it. He keeps going, and soon with the new rhythm, I’m thrashing sideways.
His strength doesn't let me get far. I'm pinned enough that I've got to keep my leg open, as he keeps up his relentless pace. We pass a point where I can’t… I can’t think. He’s not slowing down; he’s not going faster. He’s the most determined man who will never tire, and my pleasure is the longest and most soaked it has ever felt.
When I gasp a proper breath in, I beg him wildly, “Boss me around more, please!”
“Thank me, brat. Thank me for fucking your pussy with my fingers.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you… thank you, thank you…”
“I’m putting all three in at once,” he says. “Say Huan, stuff me because this cunt belongs to you.”
I don’t know words. Something comes out of my mouth.
Huan arranges me higher and fucks me with all three. I’m so wet that there are squelching noises. “This is mine. Do you understand me? Your soaked cunt belongs to me. No one gets it, but me. It’s mine to fuck. It's mine to hold. Do you understand, brat?”
I sob out a moan.
It only drives him to be more relentless, and I’ve got no idea how long it takes because for once I’m allowed to not care, and in between his strokes, the perfect pressure in the perfect spot is finally found. He breaks me. I come so hard I'm shaking. Free, lost, shattered. Messily gone.
“Such a good girl,” he says in my ear. “You did such a great job. My perfect little brat.”
The praise makes me preen, as much as a noodle can, for that’s how I feel like in his arms. He continues kissing every spot he can reach, peppering his mouth along my shoulder and arms. Then he turns me around, places me on the bed, and massages a line down my leg. Huan is bringing me down so gently I feel not only cared for, but respected. Like I’m his favourite.
He switches to Mandarin. I don't understand the words, but he says them so gently and reverently that I can't help but hear what I want to hear. It's as if he's telling me I'm magnificent and lovely, and that I'm always going to be safe and treasured with him. That he'll always be there. I have him. He has me.
Another lock of hair falls across his forehead. He is sweaty, too.
I want to brush it away, but there is something more I want.
Gingerly going on my forearms, I stop his hand from caressing down my side, and I intertwine our fingers. Then I tug, testing his strength. He is—like always—a wall of muscle. Good.
I yank myself up using his arm as leverage, go on my knees, and pull off Huan’s towel. It’s so easy. His iron erection has made the front tuck perilously insecure.
But he stops my mouth from going down by grabbing the back of my neck. His other thumb roughens my lips, the grooves in his forehead deepening. “If you touch me, I will fuck you all day. It won’t end until you feel my cock inside you, even when it’s not inside you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
A cataclysm of lust blasts through me.Is that a problem?
He looks at my greedy expression and groans. “Bad brat.”
My phone rings. The one I’ve gone this whole morning without checking. Neither of us moves, Huan still locking me down in this subservient pose. My back arches. He groans a husky sound of torture.
My phone stops ringing. Then it starts again.
The second, unending ringing call is what prompts us to pull apart. Huan lets go and I try to find my cell phone. He gets to it first and gives it to me.
It’s my mom’s agent. Mohinder Uncle.
There was another missed call from him earlier.
What could be so important?
TWENTY
