Married to his secret crush

She tilted her head and stretched her neck.

And he made an admiring noise which sounded like a feral growl, "Fuck," His teeth nipped the skin of her neck, "You are so fucking beautiful," He groaned.

"Please," She said a word that she would never utter from her mouth. She was indeed attracted to him, for a very long time, and lying with him on the bed, tangled up like this, her desires clouded all her rationality and she almost begged, "Please, I want you."

He sucked her neck and kissed it deeply before extending his hand towards the edge of the bed and as he pressed a button on the corner, the headboard of the bed lowered revealing the floor to ceiling mirrored wall behind as a whole which reflected their image.

"See there..."

And she followed his gaze. A soft gasp escaped her mouth at the scandalous sight of them but it turned her on even more and she felt the tip of his rod stroking her throbbing entrance, "Ah..." She moaned and clutched his shoulders, feeling a knot in her lower abdomen.

"So responsive, sweetheart," He bit her nipples, "Shall I make you come like this?"

She was in a breathless mess, "Please... I want you," She mewled. She was really desperate for him.

"What a vixen," He captured her lips in a deep kiss as he hovered above her and suddenly, in full force, he slammed inside her.

"Arhh..." Her voice was painful and he stiffened, realizing something.

"You..." Their lips parted as he watched her scrunched face, her teary eyes. He did not expect this. He thought...

It took her a moment to recover from the pain. "Shut it," She grabbed the back of his neck and slammed her lips against his while moving her hips slowly.

He recovered his senses, his rod stiffened at her clumsy yet bold moves and he gently moved his finger towards her sleek folds as he shifted his hardness slowly, watching the pain disappearing from her face.

He kissed her jaw and moved inside and as she matched with his pace, he cursed inwardly. Damn her!

Did she want to unman him? Did she even realize the effect she had on him?

He flipped in the next moment and pulled her up to such that she was sitting on top of him, his length entirely buried inside her, "Move," He commanded, curling his fingers on her jaw while his other palm cupped her breast.

The corner of her lips tugged up and her eyes narrowed, "You don't get to order me. You can beg instead," she whispered as she got on her knees and took his entire length out of her before plunging it inside again.

Slow and torturous, her moves were driving him to the verge of insanity when she kept grinding against his length, her nails stroked his prominent V-line.

He grabbed her hair firmly and pulled her closer to himself before nuzzling his face on her neck, "Fuck Mia," He uttered through gritted teeth as he grabbed her bottom.

She told him her real name for she thought it would be better but it was not until this very moment did she realize how turned on she was when he called her like this, using this new name of hers.

She throbbed against his length.

He squeezed her bottom and thrust his entire length inside her, his hips moved faster as she moaned, wanting more. And she matched his pace. "Ahh..." Her pleasurable moans reverberated in the room.

"Touch me..." He whispered dominantly and her hand raised on her own gliding across his prominent muscles.

"Oh yes! You are magic," He kissed her lips thrusting harder inside her and her moans were buried inside his mouth.

As she sunk in him deeper and deeper, her eyes rolled back and her neck arched as he placed a kiss on her jaw.

And she exploded, clenching around his thickness as the pleasure reached its peak, "Jian Yu..." His name spilling from her mouth over and over again like a chant as she climaxed.

He kissed her passionately and continued thrusting inside her and as he whispered her name beside her ear, she felt his length retreating her depth. He spilled his warmth near her entrance.

He kissed her forehead.

The next morning, at the first crack of dawn, Han Jian Yu opened his eyes just as the soft sun rays started dancing in the room.

He stretched his hand towards the bedside table and grabbed the small remote before pressing a switch on it and the glass turned black as curtains draped down.

A few lights in the room were on, casting a warm glow inside the room and the air condition which was at the lowest temperature created a chilly atmosphere inside.

He placed the remote aside and tilted his head to the side as he glanced at the woman sleeping on his arm, her limbs were tightly coiled around his body.

He raised his hand towards her face and slowly removed her long silver tresses that were falling on her cheeks as he tucked them beside her ear.

He did not understand the concept of saving oneself for their special someone. Why would someone's primal urges be restrained?

He slept with women and after that, they went on different ways. They all were well aware of the rules yet some were quite clingy.

But all in all, he did not remember how many women he had fucked in the past.

But he remembered, it has never happened before that he would forget protection before getting on it. There was not a single woman whom he had tucked in his arms, who had given him the urge to look at her sleeping face, or the urge to arrange her messy hair.

'I don't do relationships. I don't do love. I don't do commitments,' Her words echoed loud and clear inside his mind as he glanced at her face.

He had responded with, 'Neither do I.'

But why did it feel like it was all quite fucked up?

He had this feeling since the moment since they first talked inside her house when she brought up the matter about hanging curtains. 

And with each passing second, this has been intensifying.

Han Jian Yu closed his eyes as he stroked her back gently.