It was futile to curse anymore at this time, it could not change the fact that I was possessed by him again. But he didn't care about the decayed look on my face, he had already started to race through my body, and he didn't even give me time to adapt.
I cursed in my heart: He is dressed like a beast! He was indeed fully clothed at this time, except for the pants that were half removed from his body. From my point of view, he was still neat and tidy. If the expression on his face was not slightly comfortable or he was not staring so eagerly,
Look at me.
Naturally, he noticed the dryness in my body, so he unbuttoned the shirt on his chest, exposing his strong chest, and then lowered his body to touch my breasts. His lips covered the tip of one side, and his hands controlled the other side again.
Under the two-phase stimulation, and with the alcohol already flowing in my body, my body responded immediately.
He discovered the emotion underneath me, which aroused laughter, but he didn't ridicule me anymore. He just accelerated the process underneath, and the in and out became more powerful and deeper. I knew that he was not very careful when doing this.
He likes to talk a lot, unlike the man described in the novel who likes to talk nonsense when doing things. He has been silent from beginning to end, as if he is using his body to feel the ultimate pleasure, and words seem redundant at this time.
And my slight gasp and even my subsequent moans made him feel arrogant, his eyebrows spread out, and his thrusts under him became more violent. At this point, I could only treat this accident as a drunken mess.
Sex, in fact, my head was awake from the beginning to the end.
I don’t know if it’s because I was born with it or something else, but no matter how much I drink, even if I’m already drunk, my head will always be clear and I won’t be confused. I did drink too much tonight, but I didn’t lose my mind.
So I could clearly feel every move he made on my body, even his low growl and heavy breathing during his final sprint.
When everything finally stopped, he held me tightly, pressed all his body weight on me, and then buried his body in my neck and panted. This exercise made both of us covered in sweat and sticky.
Comfortable. I pushed him and motioned for him to get up, but he turned over and lay down on his side. I didn't care about him, got up, found my pajamas, and walked to the bathroom.
I purposely delayed in the bathroom for a while, intending for him to take this opportunity to leave without having to face the embarrassment later, but when I stepped out of the bathroom and walked into the bedroom again, the man was half-naked and leaning on the head of the bed.
I smoke, and the ashes are placed directly on the bedside table next to me. The reason is that I don’t have an ashtray here.
Anger flashed in my eyes, but I suppressed it.
I took a cold shower just now, and the coolness suppressed the scorching heat in my body. My mind became much clearer, and my rationality returned. I began to regret my impulse at the wedding, especially the slap on Ding Lan, and the meeting with Xu Ziyang just now.
I started to regret rolling into bed again.
Because of regret, I know what I can and cannot do. If I want to live as peacefully as I have in the past six months, I have to swallow all the anger, unwillingness, and anger in my heart. Especially the love I just had.
, I have to admit that in the end, it became a half-hearted offer. If I really resisted, this man would not be a strong master.
When Xu Ziyang wants a woman, when does he need to use force?
The man patted the place next to him and said softly: "Come here." From his expression to his voice, the arousing state of his arousal was completely gone, and he returned to his usual coldness and aloofness. I hesitated for a moment and did not move.
, just a suggestion: "Do you want to wash it first?" I can also change the sheets, and if you want me to lie down on that bed full of obscene smell again, even if I don't have mysophobia, I will feel uncomfortable.
But Xu Ziyang frowned slightly and said, "I'll wash it later and talk to you first." He was obviously a little impatient.
I had no choice but to close the collar of my pajamas, walked slowly to the other side, and then turned over on the bed. Immediately, a strong breath penetrated my nose. I turned my head away slightly, and my eyes were fixed on something, without looking at him.
