Chapter 216: Despair Casino (13)
With that threat tacked on, something simple became complicated.
Calling out "Brother" or something like that was simple enough, but Ji Ning felt that if she just blurted it out, Yan Qiao might not necessarily be happy.
In a single second, Ji Ning's mind raced; she first asked, "I'm 20, how old are you? You look younger than me, and you still want me to call you 'Brother'?"
Yan Qiao's fingertip slowly rubbed along her collarbone, nonchalantly replying, "19. So what? Being younger means you can't call me 'Brother'?"
Biting her lip, Ji Ning looked at him, hesitantly asking, "If I call you Brother, could you... be gentler?"
"Did it hurt just now?" Yan Qiao frowned.
Ji Ning shook her head. "No, I'm just a little scared. I've never been handled like this before."
"Alright." Yan Qiao agreed crisply, his eyes bright as he looked at Ji Ning.
"..." Ji Ning softened her voice, slowly letting the sound out, "Brother... kiss me..."
Yan Qiao beamed, his slightly exposed canine teeth carrying a hint of slyness.
He leaned close to Ji Ning, but paused for an instant just before touching her.
Shaking off that damned nervousness, he pressed directly forward.
Soft, warm, unbelievably comfortable. Every brush, every suckle created magical ripples that spread through his body and even into his bones.
His mind was both relaxed and joyful, an unfamiliar sense of bliss.
This time, Ji Ning had no chance to take the initiative.
Yan Qiao explored her lips as if discovering a new continent, licking back and forth, catching her lip flesh between his to suck, even nibbling gently with his teeth, as if feeling just how soft she was.
She was sucked to the point of both comfort and unbearable need, wanting him to hurry up, invade inside, and tangle with her tongue.
As Yan Qiao kissed her, a light moan escaped him. A very pleasant nasal sound seeped from his lip-locked mouth.
Ji Ning could no longer hold back; she hooked her tongue around his and tangled them together.
After the exploration phase passed, Yan Qiao's dominance re-emerged. He pressed tightly against Ji Ning, licking and sucking her with varied techniques. The more the two kissed, the more intoxicated they became, panting heavily, bodies burning with heat.
When he finally released her, Ji Ning's lips were slightly swollen, her eyes glistening as she looked at Yan Qiao and the tie in his hand, silently urging him to get on with it and make a move on her.
A smile played at the corner of Yan Qiao's mouth. He pulled off Ji Ning's bra, then tugged down her panties, his gaze fixated on the transparent, viscous thread stretching from the crotch of the fabric, his Adam's apple slowly bobbing.
"Mm..." He inhaled a sigh, used his fingertip to dab a bit at the entrance of her hole, rubbed it between two fingers, then spread them apart, holding them before Ji Ning's eyes to let her see her juices forming threads between his fingertips. "Look at your wetness, so fucking lewd."
Ji Ning's face flushed scarlet. After her panties were removed, she felt a terrible emptiness down below. The single touch he'd just given her had nearly made her cry out, but he had only skimmed the surface, not intending to actually rub her at all.
After that, Yan Qiao shifted positions, sitting on his heels beside Ji Ning. He dragged the narrow tie over her body, mischievously circling and brushing it against her nipples, verbally teasing her too: "I haven't even touched you yet, why are your tits already standing up? This sensitive, you're practically begging to be fucked."
"Nn..." Ji Ning closed her eyes, mouth slightly parted as she let out quiet hums, twisting her body to make her nipples chase the tie's caress.
Her breasts were too tender; the slightest movement made them quiver delicately.
Yan Qiao endured great difficulty to keep himself from reaching out and kneading them.
His throat tightened repeatedly. He had originally intended to take it slow, but now felt that it was not only tormenting her, but also tormenting himself.
Thus, very quickly, he raised his hand and flicked the tie, striking her nipples with slapping motions again and again, making Ji Ning tremble with each impact, twisting and whimpering.
To Yan Qiao, it all played out in slow motion. The breast flesh, struck by the tie, rippled like beaten tofu before bouncing back, looking incredibly soft and delectable.
Yan Qiao conceded defeat. He flipped over and straightened up, draping the tie over Ji Ning's eyes, then grabbed her breasts with both hands, taking turns licking and teasing them.
He licked and sucked with intense, sloppy, slurping sounds. Because she was rendered sightless, the sensations intensified dramatically, launching Ji Ning from hell straight to heaven.
The sudden ambush after such longing felt uniquely thrilling. His tongue sliding over her nipples triggered wave after wave of shudders and trembling.
"Ah~ It's too much... lick slower..." Ji Ning twisted to evade, but was firmly locked in place by Yan Qiao, unable to move, as he panted and sucked her tits, the ferocious movement intensely pornographic.
Finding his movement restricted from licking, he then shed his clothes, flipped over, and straddled Ji Ning, gave her breasts two circular kneads, then flexed his hips, grinding his already fully slickened glans against her nipple.
"Ahh..." Ji Ning cried out in bliss to the point of collapse, even arching her lower back off the bed.
Because her head lolled sharply to the side, the tie slipped away, allowing her a stolen view of what Yan Qiao was doing.
He was actually poking her chest with his cock!
The scene before her eyes was indescribably arousing.
Yan Qiao's head was tilted back, eyes closed, breathing heavily and roughly. His young but lean, powerful waist thrust forward in a wave-like motion, the large, smooth, glistening glans grinding against her crimson nipple.
He had many wounds on his body; those scars crisscrossed his chest and abs, exuding a dangerous aura.
Because Ji Ning's hands and feet were still bound and couldn't flail randomly, her body was forced to heighten its tolerance, able only to relieve the unbearable feeling by panting.
She felt like a fish gasping for oxygen. Her lower half was also as drenched as if just fished out of water.
Yan Qiao's cock was thick, dark, and fierce-looking; just like its owner, it clearly wasn't a gentle, pure, and good-natured dick.
Ji Ning watched, swallowing hard, while an itch grew inside her hole.
But having just gotten a taste of this novelty, she wasn't yet ready to give up his attention on her chest.
Yan Qiao ground against the left side, then the right, before pushing the two mounds of breast flesh together and slapping them with his cock.
The papapa sounds stirred both of them into deep agitation. Almost simultaneously, Ji Ning voiced her plea, and Yan Qiao untied her legs.
"I want..."
Yan Qiao swiftly unbound Ji Ning, flipped her over, grabbed her ass, and pressed down her shoulder. "An ass this perky, how many men have you seduced? Hm?"
He delivered a skillful upward slap onto her labia, instantly splattering juices.
"Ah..." Ji Ning was in blissful agony, a numbing, tingling sensation echoing through her lower body like the aftershocks of an orgasm.
Hearing her wanton cry, Yan Qiao's cock was unbearably hard. He snaked one hand around from the front to press and rub against Ji Ning's clitoris, while the other steadied her ass, as he thrust his meat rod to sloppily stir and slide between her nether lips.
"Mm... ah... Damn, she's a good fuck." Yan Qiao gasped in pleasure. With a lift of his hips and a forward thrust of his waist, his cock, mixed with slick fluid, advanced inch by inch, scraping past the slippery, tender, yielding walls, until it reached the deepest point, where the stimulation made his glans even twitch uncontrollably.
Ji Ning's mind went completely blank, her entire body inundated and filled by the intense stimulation.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, and her moaning lost all rhythm.
Yan Qiao had said he was a stud dog, and it turned out he was exactly right.
Just like a stud, he pounded against Ji Ning's ass, thrusting at high speed without showing any fatigue. Inside her flesh hole, wave after wave of fluids flowed ceaselessly, carried out by him and splashing back against the junction of their bodies, spraying in drips and drops onto the bedsheets.
Later on, Ji Ning could not even remember the mindless things she said during climax, only that she really did scream very loudly and cried pathetically as if being abused.
And Yan Qiao—when he came, he ejaculated for a long, long time, pumping her full to the brim. Even when he bathed her afterward, it was still leaking out of her.
He had no choice but to insert his fingers and meticulously clean her out. Then, somehow, mid-cleaning, his cock ended up plugging back inside her, taking her all over again.
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