Chapter 22: He Passionately Went Over the Top

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The moment Pei Jing finished speaking, he straightened his lower body, and the entire meat stick sank in. It felt as though Ling Han’s entire body had been split apart.

“Ahh… mmm… slow down…”

The pleasure spread from her lower body, Ling Han trembled and almost climaxed instantly. Fluids continuously flowed out from her nether regions, flooding her entrance. Pei Jing furrowed his brows tightly. Sensing her wave of pleasure, he almost couldn’t help but ejaculate as well.

After a while, the sensations they got after org*sm gradually dissipated. Pei Jing began to slowly thrust again. He lowered his head and devoutly kissed Ling Han’s smooth back, but the movements from his crotch area were getting deeper and deeper inside of her.

At first, Ling Han felt a little uncomfortable from the meat stick filling her insides up, but now she gradually felt that things were out of her control.

“Mmm-ahh… Ah Jing, Ah Jing…”

She unconsciously called out Pei Jing’s name, and her breathing became more and more shallow. The feeling of being thrown into the air and then heavily falling was too exciting.

Ling Han’s upper body was tightly pressed against the bed, and her butt was raised high, passively enduring Pei Jing’s passionate thrusts.

“Miss… Miss…”

Pei Jing called her again and again, and he became more and more excited. Almost every move he made was aimed at Ling Han’s g-spot.

Not long after, Ling Han couldn’t take it anymore. She began to squeal and plead, “Ah Jing… slow down, faster, slow down…”

Ling Han’s consciousness was almost a mess. She couldn’t tell if she wanted Pei Jing to be faster or slower.

Pei Jing knew that she was too excited. He didn’t care what Ling Han was saying. He simply thrust into Ling Han as fast as he could.

Ling Han’s entrance was filled with fluid. The fluid had turned into foam because of how quickly he was thrusting. The scene was very disorienting.

Ling Han squealed, but Pei Jing held her chin and turned her head to kiss him.

Pei Jing felt that his huge meat stick had been kept at bay for a long time. He held it in, and even though he was covered in sweat, he managed to stop himself from ejaculating.

He had already taken off his pajamas earlier, so his muscular body was exposed. When he felt that Ling Han, who was beneath him, had relaxed, he pressed down on her and plunged his meat stick into her a few more times.

The warm sunlight enveloped the entire room. It was almost noon, but the sounds of the two of them making love in the bedroom continued until the bed sheets were soaked and stained with various liquids. Then, they switched their location to the bathroom.

Ling Han was placed on the bathroom counter by Pei Jing. Beneath her was an ice-cold marble table, but the body of the person who was hugging her in front of her was boiling hot.

Ling Han spread her legs. She could vaguely see his meat stick moving in and out of her small entrance.

Pei Jing kept kissing her as if he was trying to swallow her whole. The corners of their lips kept dripping with crystal-clear saliva.

The climax was fast and long. Ling Han felt a flash of white light in her head, and she couldn’t think for a few seconds.

“Ah Jing, what’s wrong with you today?”

After they climaxed and reveled in the sensation, Pei Jing still refused to pull out his meat stick. He was aimlessly thrusting in her entrance.

Pei Jing rested his chin on Ling Han’s shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Miss, what happened last night?”

“Nothing. I just met a group of assassins.”