Chap 31- Thrusting Into Her Flower

Her eyes trembled as if she was desperately trying to discern. Jiang Ting, however, could clearly see his own face in the bright pupils of her eyes and smiled mischievously, “I’m not Jiang Ting, do you still want this too?”

“N-no.”

She was on the verge of tears, fighting with her last ounce of strength to get off him, but the man’s big hand reached into her dress and onto her delicate area, through her pant*es his hand was wetted as he rubbed it heavily, her body trembled.

“Don’t don’t be like this.”

She gasped sharply, obviously enjoying herself, but her small hands tugged hard for him to come out. Jiang Ting inserted a finger right through the slit, it felt so wet and soft it drove him mad.

His jaw tensed as he stared at the woman in his arms, weakly whimpering and struggling. In her twisting, her jacket had slid off her shoulders, exposing her shoulders in all its snowy whiteness.

The straps of her br* had slipped off her shoulders, causing her bre*sts to spill out in its half-concealed goodness. His lips pressed into a thin line at the sight of the red marks on her neck.

His hand movement increased in force, his thumb rubbing the small cl*toris at the front, as if to punish her. He knew fairly well that she was the most innocent in this, but also felt unjustifiable anger at her for going around.

The young girl was crying out, shaking as she clamped onto his finger and her core fluids drenched it. Yet, his finger started to explore along the tender little h*le with circular motions, meanwhile thrusting deeper and deeper.

“No I want…Jiang Ting, want Jiang Ting.”

Still not obeying, she grabbed his arm and by the collar of his shirt, pleading with him weakly as her teardrops fell.

“Will you help me to find him, please?”

Jiang Ting leaned in close as if to glimpse into her heart, “Why do you want to find him?”

He asked, “Do you like Jiang Ting?”

She didn’t answer, she just cried, tears streaming down her face, Jiang Ting’s fingers pulled outwards in deliberation. She was already deeply ar*used that she couldn’t help but tighten her grip— a small whimper escaped her throat.

The man’s voice decreased in temperature, “Yes or no?”

“Ah!” She was powerless to turn the tide, thus her lips quivered as she responded, “Yes—”

The words that followed were swallowed into her throat, as his tongue entered and stirred against the root of her tongue, a similar situation occurred below. The girl leaned weakly in his arms, her flower eagerly eating his fingers, while her little pink tongue was trying to meet him weakly in response.

Jiang Ting grunted at her sucking, and his finger, in its entire length, entered deeply, thrusting in and out. Crushing the wet, tender flesh inside.

She trembled violently, her eyes tinged red with ple*sure from the stimulation, like a seductive siren, her tongue having a tango with his in her mouth. A teardrop of desire dripped onto their interlocked mouths.

Wet and salty, full of powerless delicateness, Jiang Ting’s back tingled as he added another finger into her. Having been caught off guard, she threw back her head and screamed, her body spasming as she cl*maxed.

She was still conscious at this point. All she felt was that she’s about to overheat under the man’s rubbing and kissing.

His boiling hot hands ripped off her br* and caressed every part of her, her bre*sts, her back, her b*ttocks and the tender redness hidden in the centre of her legs.

A large, coarse hand ran across it, stroking and rubbing, while playing with the little cl*t.

She couldn’t stand it and tried to retreat, but he bit her shoulder heavily, his hot k*sses were like a scrub, down her neck, her collarbones, and then taking a mouthful of her bre*st.

“Aha~”

She grabbed his hair as her back bent into an arch, but this movement only sent her lady lumps deeper into his mouth, Zhinan’s mouth parted open at the nibbling and grinding of her nips, she bit onto the back of her hand while whimpering, but she was helpless to escape the bone-crushing stimulation.

She couldn’t take the intensity and turned sideways to run. The large hand on her flower pressed onto her slightly harder and the nibbles on her chest became several times fiercer.

In the midst of the repeated torture and pleas of ple*sure, Zhinan realised for the first time.

This man before her was a wolf.

Her whimpering sobs were really provocative, Jiang Ting left her bre*sts with both globes having red and pink hickeys, the nips red and perky from the sucking. At the same time, wet marks appeared on his bright red lips—making him appear even more aggressive.

He kissed her lips, licked her tears clean, and laughed, “What are you crying for, doesn’t it feel good?”

She had long entered a state of euphoria, yet teardrop after drop fell, as she bit onto his lips like a small beast weakly resisting.

Jiang Ting, however, enjoyed it, his lips nibbling and he continued expressing his deep affection for a while, before his fingers slowly pulled out, taking her hand and pulling open the zip of his trousers. The girl was already sitting n*ked in his arms, but the man was still fully clothed, only his now-messed up dress shirt was slightly unbuttoned, exposing his chest.

Her small b*ttocks sat on the huge unleashed beast, perhaps it felt too hot and hard, for the girl whimpered as she spurted more fluids onto its head.

Jiang Ting’s eyes darkened abruptly and he lifted his a*se slightly, grinding the head against her flower a few times before resting it against the faintly closing slit.

As her mind drifted away in emptiness, as if she were floating in the water, she felt the opening of her flower being slowly pushed open by the huge hardness. She threw her head back and whimpered, trying to hide, but her bottom was squeezed punishingly by the man, and the hardness pushed in like a bolt from the blue.