Chapter 43: Madhouse (10)
In life, Jiang Ting had been a young and accomplished regional president for a Fortune 500 company in South China.
Though consumed by work, he held himself to exacting standards and maintained a stern, reserved character. Because his standards for women were excessively high, his love life was often a blank slate.
After dying unexpectedly in a plane crash during a business trip, he arrived in this absurd game world, forced to participate in one survival game of coercive sex after another.
To survive, Jiang Ting could only comply. But whenever he had a choice, he mostly chose doggy-style so he wouldn't have to see their face.
Right now, for the first time, he wanted to be face-to-face and see the other person clearly.
When had he started to care? Jiang Ting couldn't quite sort it out. Perhaps he was moved by the way she threw herself into her acting, perhaps he liked her face, perhaps their bodies were just too compatible. These things had conquered him, bit by bit.
Jiang Ting held her pale, slender legs, his waist thrusting forward inch by inch, watching the person beneath him part her lips slightly, spilling out enticing moans, her body tensing and arching upward, fucked so blissfully comfortable by the thrusting cock. These subtle changes satisfied him.
On an even finer level, he saw her lashes quiver lightly, as if they could sweep right across a person's heart, making his heart itch.
The hard, searing cock churned the slick love juices, grinding back and forth, each thrust deeper than the last. The tight, enveloping sensation and the way her slick flesh clung to and suckled the glans created a powerful, unrestrained pleasure. It shot straight from his lower abdomen to the crown of his head, so intensely comfortable Jiang Ting couldn't help but sigh aloud.
And it wasn't just physical enjoyment.
Lowering his head, he clearly watched himself enter her body without any barrier, fucking her until she clung close to him like a lifeline, her legs also wrapping around him. His heart felt deeply satisfied.
The two of them tossed upon a tide of passion, as if the entire world had shrunk to just each other. In this moment, she was his, and he was hers.
So this was the true essence of making love.
Jiang Ting released her legs, helped them hook around his waist, bent over to hold her, and continued thrusting.
Their chests pressed tightly together, necks intertwined, entangled endlessly as if life and death couldn't part them.
Ji Ning was so thoroughly fucked comfortable by the uniquely gifted, upward-curving cock that she felt she was about to break, her brain already forgetting how to think.
She vaguely sensed Jiang Ting holding her, kissing her neck—a gentleness she hadn't thought he possessed.
But in this position, Jiang Ting's lower body had much more freedom. He pounded fast and fierce, slamming into the spot Ji Ning craved most. The pleasure made her cry out sharply, and she quickly cast aside the change in Jiang Ting.
"Ah~~~ ah~~~~ so... intense..." Ji Ning turned her head and buried it in the crook of Jiang Ting's neck. Because her mouth was hidden, she let loose a little and couldn't help but praise him.
Jiang Ting was also unspeakably blissful. He had never tried thrusting while embracing face-to-face like this. The different tactile sensations and pressure gave him immense pleasure.
The wet, slapping sounds of thrusting through liquid and Ji Ning's moans stimulated his sensation until it swelled another fraction, so comfortable even his bones felt weak.
Jiang Ting looked down at where they were joined. Every time he pulled out and thrust back in, some love fluid was drawn out, splashing minutely onto the base of his thighs and the sofa. This sight was utterly, breathtakingly good to look at.
As if he didn't know fatigue, he drove his firm waist and hips, making the thrusting increasingly dense.
By his ear, her voice grew short and clipped, even tinged with a crying tone. Past experience let Jiang Ting know she was about to come.
The flavor of climaxing together was the most exquisite. Jiang Ting matched Ji Ning's rhythm, thrusting deep and fast, and finally, with the spasms of her orgasm, gushed one spurt after another deep inside her.
"Hah..." Jiang Ting gasped out in satisfaction, marveling at this pleasure that touched the very soul.
Before pulling out, he stroked Ji Ning's silky hair and secretly planted a kiss on it.
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