The Typhoon's Dangerous Wife

Long Jie parted her legs as she was high on the orgasm. He gazed up at her and smiled a wicked smile when his eyes connected with hers. He didn't break the contact, not even when he leaned forward and licked her in a long and upward stroke. 

His soft, wet and velvety tongue was licking her, his gaze still fixed on her. Watching him, licking her core was erotic and a major turn on for her 

"You taste divine," he whispered in a hoarse voice, his gray eyes dark with visceral desire. 

She poured out a deprived moan. 

"Don't close your eyes," he said and she realized she was mewling with her eyes closed. 

He licked again but this time he started small, biting licks against her clit. His velvety tongue glided up and down through her clit, sometimes hitting that sensitive spot at the top. His tongue increased his pace and all of a sudden she couldn't take it anymore. She came again loudly and proudly against his tongue, but he didn't stop pouring out his magic. 

Abruptly, he stopped and she cried out wanting -- no--needing him to begin again like it was centuries ago when she couldn't take him anymore but now she was begging for it. She spread herself apart even more because she wanted to feel more. She needed more. 

"Jie." She cried out wanting for more. 

"Easy, Zhenyi." He laughed wickedly. 

"Please, stop this torture." She begged him. She didn't recognize this woman. This starving and mewling woman. 

"Then, promise me no matter what happens you won't prohibit me from touching you again," said Long Jie. 

Even if he had asked for God this time, she would have then what was a promise in front of it? 

"I promise you." She whimpered. 

"Good, but your punishment doesn't stop here." He flipped her on the mattress. Her stomach against the bed and ass facing his face. He slapped her ass and holy shit, it hurts. 

"Say you're mine." Possessiveness laced through his thick voice. His eyes were loaded with lust and desire. 

  "Yes, yours," she breathed as her desire, hot and thick, surged through the bloodstream, making her forget her sanity. Her heart was pounding, trying to leave her chest, the blood thrumming in her ears.

"Don't move," he commanded through gritted teeth as he kneeled, forcing her legs wider, and took out a condom. There was no way he would be forgetting it after experiencing the consequences of their first unsafe intercourse.  He rolled the condom down over his hardness.

Her cheek was resting against the pillow, and she knew it was so she wouldn't touch him. It was her punishment, but it was a major turn-on for her. Not watching him thrusting inside her. Not watching his clenched teeth as he came. But she had seen him doing it to her numerous times so that she could replay all of his expressions in her head like a movie. 

Her hips moving up to meet him-- needing him inside me, like this--- regardless of how he was giving to her. 

With one swift thrust, he was fully inside her. She moaned out loudly and throatily. His hand on her hair--pulling and yanking subconsciously. He was so full inside her that she couldn't feel anything else other than her. She was imprisoned. He moved quickly and hardly inside her. 

"Jie." She couldn't hide the plea in her voice. He was so hard and thick inside her, so deep she could barely catch her breath.

"You feel so good." Closing his eyes, he murmured, relishing the feeling of her tightness against his hardness. 

She was amazing. 

He moved hard inside her and she wriggled in response. The more she was shaking, the more pressure he would build. He lifted the thumb to his mouth and licked the pad, then reached between us, rubbing her clit and hasten the already built pressure. On one side, he was moving and on the other, he started rubbing her. 

She was screaming and it was music to his ear. Just what he needed. 

She had been wanting it all night but now she couldn't take it anymore but at the same time, she didn't want him to stop either. 

She was confused. She was overwhelmed. She was dominated. Completely. Utterly. Thoroughly. 

She climaxed in a sizzling surge of pleasure, her sex spasming in hard, desperate clasps. His growl was a sound of pure sexuality, his hardness swelling in response to the desirous milking of her body.

One. 

Two. 

Two. 

And unaccountable orgasm after, he came and his hardness softened inside her, before getting hard all of a sudden. 

She was facing him now. Her eyes were heavy and drunk but couldn't move from his face. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he slid inside her again. This time they were not just fucking. They made love. Slow and sensual. 

He kissed her lips in a very unhurried manner as if he had all the time in the world to unsolve this mystery. 

"Oh. My. God. "  she moaned, tightening her core and squeezing him.

"Cat eyes."  He shivered, coming. He grunted into her mouth, his hands palming against my scalp, his lips battling against her. Battle of who would find heaven first. 

She felt him bursting inside her, filling her, and her body throbbed with another orgasm, the pleasure pulsing severely through her.

He fell on her body, gasping. Her legs went loose against her chest. She closed her eyes. Exhausted and weary. 

He knew she had overdone today. He was so lost in pleasure that he forgot about her, but it was what she needed. A shut down from the whole world. 

He removed himself from her body,  gathering her in his arms, he brought her to the washroom to clean her up. 

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