Chapter 1 - The Body Yearns

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Chapter 1 – The Body Yearns

“Ah… No… No more. It’s too big.” The naked, fair-skinned woman on the bed moaned; noises akin to the sound of a thousand crashing waves leaving her parted lips.

“No more?” The man’s deep voice, tinged with lust, was exquisitely seductive.

He withdrew, leaving half his thick rod out. The individual lying beneath him knitted her brows, opened her mouth, and keened. “No… Don’t leave.”

In response, the man’s lips hooked upward with a smile as he poked fun at her. “You deserve a fucking.”

With a single thrust, the woman’s toes curled up.

“Ah… ah… faster…” I want… want more… I want this huge cock to fill me up. I want to take to the skies with him.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, her legs splayed wide apart between his sinewy hips. It was a familiar sensation; him ramming into her and her moaning in pleasure beneath him.

“Duan Jialin, it’s been so long. Your pussy and my cock are having a reunion of old friends. Stuck together and practically inseparable.” The man’s deep voice was dimly discernable, ethereal, yet growing in clarity to her ears.

“Look, it’s clenching so tightly.” He reached down to her sopping cunt. “All wet. Where do you want me to fuck you, little minx?”

“Tao Zhanqiu, don’t bully me in bed if you’re so capable.” Duan Jialin’s hair was a mess of tangles in her face; only a vestige of vibrant lipstick was left from the kisses. Her mouth was slightly parted, as if it were a delicate flower waiting to be watered.

He thrust in again. The sensation of being filled to the brim had her moaning and gasping involuntarily, rendering her unable to complete her sentences.

“Did you miss me?” He gently nibbled on Duan Jialin’s earlobe, the groove of his lip grazing her nape, pliable yet unruffled.

“I… ah… forgot about you long ago.” Her tone was squeamish. She bit her lip lest she cries out again without a fight and give the one above her leverage.

“But your body betrays you.” He was too knowledgeable in flirting, and too aware of Duan Jialin’s sensitive spots. Even light teasing could have her quivering.

“This part misses me.” His hand went to her gaping pussy plugged with his thick rod and dripping nectar.

“This part also misses me.” He caressed her heaving breasts from bottom to top, gently drawing circles on her taut nipples with his digits. It was so torturous and unbearable that Duan Jialin sobbed.

“Here as well.” He gave her a passionate kiss that muffled her cries of lust and the outlet for her catharsis. His tongue plunged into her warm, small mouth as a desperate battle of tangling tongues ensued.

He rhythmically pounded deeper and deeper into her, against the crease between her brows, against her pleas for mercy. He loved to watch Duan Jialin plead for mercy, always had, and still did.

Her channel was as tender as that first night, permeated with slick, wet desire. It made it easy for his cock to penetrate the folds; to pound, to plow, to torment and love, to covet and lust over.

Everything Duan Jialin had, he wanted.

“No one has taken you but me, yes?” When Tao Zhanqiu was in bed, he became a shameless and loathsome individual who only talked nonsense, which contradicted his usual dignified demeanor. A lecherous loafer, especially when lodged inside Duan Jialin. Who cared about being dignified and talented? It was not as pleasing as fucking Duan Jialin. She was an enchantment of love, a sex addict, and Tao Zhanqiu’s antidote.

Duan Jialin lost her wits as she was taken by the turgid cock, relishing the pleasure the man was bestowing upon her. Her head swayed, nodding slightly at random as she gazed up at the person on top of her with half-lidded eyes. She hugged his head, bit his ear, and lightly licked his earlobe.

“Tao laoshi , I slept with the handsome brother downstairs the day before,” she answered flirtatiously.

Tao Zhanqiu’s eyes suddenly narrowed. As if in retaliation, he pulled out all the way before plowing back into her hole and driving straight into her sensitive spot with no mercy. With lips bitten and toes curled, she cried that she was reaching her peak.

How could he let her go so easily? He withdrew completely, his thick shaft springing up. Duan Jialin felt aroused. What has Tao laoshi been eating the past few years since I last saw him? He got even more intense than before. Before she could ponder further, Tao Zhanqiu had taken hold of her waist and flipped her over so that she was on her knees on the bed. Two hands lifted her delicate arms and folded them back.

Duan Jialin’s hair hung down her face in wisps. She could already feel the man’s hard sex against her. The hollow void in her pussy was too much for her dignity to matter at this point. Who cared about shame right now? She continually gyrated her hips, gesturing for him to hurry in and satiate her. She whimpered faintly, her voice coquettish. Her cunt itched, begging to be filled and roughened up by the meat rod. She almost confessed that, yes, she had missed him terribly.

“Do you want it?” His crotch deliberately rubbed against her opening oozing nectar. That place had been his paradise, receiving his hungered soul and desire.

“Want… want… Hurry… Come inside.” It was like Duan Jialin was suspended in the air. She needed Tao Zhanqiu to fill her spasming pussy.

“What do you want? Tell me.” He always guided her into saying lewd words. It was so once upon a time ago. Nothing has changed to this day.

“You… Want you to come in… Want you to fuck me.” Her moan carried a subtle hint of a whine. A hundred fingernails tormented her mind hoping for that one moment of joy to arrive.

“Duan Jialin, after all this time, you’re still as inseparable from me as ever.”

He filled her in one swift motion, their bodies joined; her juices dripped from her slit, allowing his penis to be effortlessly fed inside. He then released her folded arms and laid his weight on her slightly. From behind, he grasped her shapely twin peaks and pert nipples, and gave them a firm squeeze. The heated buds pebbled. In his hands, they were neither round nor flat. Duan Jialin could no longer withstand his motions, and tilted her head up before the crest of her next peak.

“Ah… harder… faster.” She was completely bereft of reason, thinking only of pleasure; the pleasure of his sex pumping in and out, the rhythm. It made her adapt and blossom into her most debauched self.

“As you wish. I’ll screw you up to high heavens right now.” His pace grew increasingly faster, sinking himself into her, again and again with each plunge meeting her bundle of nerves. Seeing the ever-enchanting expression of the person beneath him, he grew more exhilarated. His tongue swept from her neck to her tailbone. The passionate sounds of flesh against flesh filled the room. Papapa. Papapa. There was no halting its motions.

“Ah… I’m close… I’m so close.” Duan Jialin’s hips met his thrusts, her pulsating core grew tighter and tighter. Tao Zhanqiu slapped her raised ass.

“You really can’t help it, can you?” He chuckled as he continued to provide her the ultimate pleasure beneath him. His other hand held on to her waist, refusing to let go.

“Ah… I’m going to die.” Duan Jialin’s lewd cries grew in volume, but Tao Zhanqiu deliberately slowed his movements.

“Do you want to cum?” He asked, picking out a time like this when Duan Jialin was the most obedient.

“Yes… Yes… Don’t stop. Don’t…”

“What do you call me?” He rammed into her channel once more.

“Tao laoshi .” Her voice was soft with desire. How many times had Tao Zhanqiu dreamed of this voice over and over?

“What else?” He withdrew.

“Husband…” Her voice was so weak and breathless that she couldn’t get a complete sentence out.

Tao Zhanqiu smiled with satisfaction after hearing her words, quickening the pace of his thrusts. His burgeoning erection plundered into the warm embrace of her tight, soft depths as he supported her delicate waist with both hands. Her cries of lust were war songs, her slick womanhood was a battlefield, and he was obsessed with the battle between sex and love.

Her core was being rocked to the rhythm of the firm flesh. Each stroke made her cry out in lust, her pussy drooling more and more. There was nowhere for her to hide her desires. She wanted, wanted more, wanted it harder.

Suddenly, Duan Jialin stiffened in climax as he poured himself into her warm body. A warm surge of seed filled her small channel.

Duan Jialin’s body fell limp, collapsing on the bed in a heap. Tao Zhanqiu got off of her and leaned to the side. The lamp by the table reflected the glow of the room. There was nowhere to hide post-sex.

He turned to lock her into an embrace and brushed his lips lightly against her shoulder blade.

Duan Jialin shrank away. Without looking back, she closed her eyes, and murmured, “Why won’t you let me off?”

“You‘re the one who messed with me in the first place.” He pressed another kiss to her skin. The hand circled her arm and settled back on her big, pillowy breasts.

“Still as soft as ever.” He reached down to her nether regions. “This place also didn’t change. Tight. And, so wet.”