The Hot-tempered Young Master and His Village Flower Child Bride - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Must Love (R-19)

Zhao Xunyu’s house was completely dark and clearly empty. Before he could switch on the lights, he slammed the door shut behind them. In the darkness, Chu Zhi Lu sensed undeniable heat and danger. Alerted by instinct, she barely had time to react before Zhao Xunyu scooped her up by the waist precisely. She gasped softly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as she lost her balance.

Instead of carrying her to the bedroom, Zhao Xunyu pinned her against the back of the door. He gripped her hips firmly, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist. Their ch*st s pressed together inseparably; Chu Zhi Lu’s soft br*asts were crushed and spilled outward.

Zhao Xunyu kissed and nipped her neck, his touch a mix of affection and resentment. “Don’t get angry if I f*ck you hard tonight.”

Chu Zhi Lu tugged at his hair. Their heartbeats gradually synced into a single rhythm. She said, “Aren’t you smaller now? Can you even be as rough as before?”

Zhao Xunyu’s lips had already moved fiercely to her ch*st . Hearing her words, he couldn’t help but laugh; the sound was muffled by the collision of fl*sh.

He pulled out one of her br*asts and clamped his mouth around the er*ct, crimson n*pple, tugging it outward. After releasing it, he flicked it a few times as if teasing a mischievous child. “Your master sure holds a grudge. You haven’t shrunk a bit; you’re still the biggest in the world, right?”

With that, he began to sensually suck and l*ck her br*ast, starting from the edge and working his way to the tip.

Chu Zhi Lu caressed his neck with her hand, as if feeling his frantic pulse. “Zhao Xunyu… is your heart located here?”

Why else would it be pounding so fiercely?

Zhao Xunyu, preoccupied with tearing at her clothes, completely missed her meaning. He roughly yanked at her collar, startling her other br*ast. It panicked and stumbled right into his trap, slapping softly against his face before being captured and swallowed whole.

Zhao Xunyu’s p*nis instantly throbbed with pain. He adjusted their positions, pressing his massive er*ction against Chu Zhi Lu’s cr*tch through the thin fabric. Each thrust was a brutal reminder of his desire.

“I don’t know where my heart is,” he growled, “but tonight, my p*nis will definitely be lodged in your p*ssy.”

Chu Zhi Lu’s heart pounded at his crude words, yet she felt an even deeper emptiness inside. She lowered her head to find his lips, kissing him inch by inch, as if confirming that each spot wasn’t her destination, before moving lower.

Zhao Xunyu offered no guidance, waiting until she kissed the tip of his nose before lifting his head to meet hers.

Like a patient wolf finally catching its prey in a trap, he waited until she was utterly helpless before revealing his sharp claws. His tongue swept fiercely through her mouth, coercing and enticing his weak, panicked captive to dance with him.

In the dim light, the sound of their w*t kisses crackled like sparks igniting hormones.

Zhao Xunyu lifted her higher and carried her toward the bedroom, kissing her and pressing against her sensitive spots with each step.

Once inside the bedroom, they abandoned all restraint. The sudden burst of light did nothing to quell their passion. Zhao Xunyu pinned Chu Zhi Lu against the door. Her arms were wrapped around him and her br*asts were squeezed together, deepening the cl*avage between them.

Zhao Xunyu cupped one br*ast in his hand and kneaded it roughly. Chu Zhi Lu clung to him tighter, soft moans escaping her lips. She arched her back slightly and pressed her other br*ast against his firm ch*st. The fabric rubbed against her skin, feeling both itchy and pl*asurable.

Sensing her intention, Zhao Xunyu finally released her lips and glanced down at her other br*ast, pert and begging for attention. He spread his hand wide, gathering both br*asts together. “Poor little thing,” he murmured. “Not getting enough attention, are you?”

First, he took the neglected br*ast into his mouth, soothing it for a moment before using his hand to guide the other br*ast forward. Determined to give them both equal attention, he took both n*pples into his mouth simultaneously, teasing them relentlessly with his nimble tongue.

Lustful sounds echoed from her heaving br*asts as she clutched his head, her toes curling in tension. Though she couldn’t see, she could feel her n*pples being flicked back and forth and his teeth clamping down on her are*las and twisting as if seeking the perfect groove on a bottle cap.

Chu Zhi Lu bit her lip. Her broken moans drifted helplessly through the bedroom like her unsupported body, desperately trying to stir the man’s pity.

Zhao Xunyu ignored her helplessness, intensifying his assault by sucking her br*ast deeper into his mouth. He suckled vigorously, hoping to draw sweeter liquid from her n*pple, but she wasn’t lactating. Instead, fl*id flowed steadily from another tiny opening.

Chu Zhi Lu was completely soaked and was protesting that they should move on to the main event immediately. He naturally sensed her urgency. Extreme restraint leads to extreme pl*asure. It was time to serve the main course. He pressed her down onto the soft duvet; the bed provided support for her tense body, which finally relaxed and stopped clinging to him. Zhao Xunyu’s heavy breathing radiated palpable heat and enveloped her. The rustling of their tangled clothes filled the room as he swiftly stripped them off.

As Chu Zhi Lu’s body relaxed, her heart pounded harder, as if trying to burst through her ch*st  with its powerful, frantic beats.

When Zhao Xunyu spotted the c*ndoms on the bedside table, his desire reached its peak. His hand slid down her smooth inner thigh, sending shivers through her with each touch. Finally, he found the hidden valley that had been flowing with pl*asure all night. Its w*tness welcomed his arrival with soft, gurgling sounds.

Sensing her w*tness, Zhao Xunyu decided to stop teasing. He quickly put on a c*ndom, spread her legs, and nudged his aching p*nis against her slightly parted l*bia like an impatient knock at the door.

The overflowing fl*ids, thick and sticky like honey-sweetened glue, seemed to trap the invading ‘bad thing.’ But the intruder remained unfazed, sliding deeper into the trap until it met the slightly open entrance, a clear sign of greater defenses within. The ‘bad thing’ hesitated, daring only a shallow probe.

The greedy, contracting fl*sh of her inner walls gripped the large, rounded gl*ns eagerly, desperately flaunting its bone-melting pleasure. ‘Look,’ it seemed to say. ‘Even this small intrusion can flood you with bone-softening ecstasy.’

“Come in quickly… give it to me…”

The seductive words further bewitched Zhao Xunyu’s mind. He groaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought the overwhelming pl*asure.

Finally, having tasted the sweetness, the ‘bad thing’ resolved to venture boldly.

With a single, powerful thrust, the thick, engorged sh*ft plunged to its full length. It was determined to overcome all resistance and claim the sweetness for itself.

Chu Zhi Lu hadn’t done it for a long time, and was caught off guard by being deeply penetrated. She felt the hole stretch beyond its limit. She trembled and cried, two lines of tears sliding down her face. “Ah… It’s so swollen. It can’t fit…”

She covered her eyes and furrowed brows with her right hand as if this could block out the discomfort.

Zhao Xunyu’s breath came in ragged gasps as he gripped her rounded hips, kneading them roughly. His eyes burned crimson as he stared at her stretched, pale pink opening. His mind was in a frenzy. He forcefully pried open her l*bia and mercilessly thrust deep inside with each stroke, then withdrew completely.

The rebellious, crimson flower within her chased after him, blooming boldly into the light, desperate to reclaim the pleasure it craved.

Zhao Xunyu’s temples throbbed as he gazed at the glistening poppy. A primal, violent impulse surged through him as if his sanity had been bewitched. His p*nis pounded back and forth against the petals with increasing speed and ferocity. Often, the petals barely peeked out before being shoved back in. The massive pestle clearly resented the fact that the flower hadn’t yet been crushed into juice.

Though the petals appeared intact, a viscous white liquid had already seeped from within—the sap flowing from the stem as the flower was ravaged. The sight evoked no pity in the man. His movements grew more forceful as he became intent on extracting every last drop.

Chu Zhi Lu couldn’t endure it any longer; her mind reeled from the violent thrusts. She whimpered, “No more,” her hands weakly clutching the bedsheets as she tried to find leverage to escape his clutches.

Like a tiny boat tossed on a stormy sea, her frantic paddling was futile and only made her appear more pitiful and vulnerable.

Sensing an impending wave about to crash over her, Chu Zhi Lu recoiled instinctively, her struggles intensifying. Zhao Xunyu noticed this and tightened his grip around her slender waist, determined to witness her utter humiliation.

And to make matters worse, he deliberately targeted a tender, swollen spot within her, deliberately veering the tiny boat off course, forcing her to collide with the towering wave at full speed.

A deeper, more intense ache surged through her lower abdomen, and her entire body trembled uncontrollably.

His p*nis suddenly withdrew with a violent pop, like a shaken soda can being opened. The pent-up fl*ids in her v*gina erupted in a torrent, spraying everywhere. She sobbed incessantly, her lower body arching upward in the air and convulsing uncontrollably.

Zhao Xunyu was drenched, his ch*st , abdomen, and p*nis glistening with water—a pleasing and er*tic sight.

He reached down to fondle her dripping v*lva, prolonging her pl*asure. When her convulsions subsided slightly, he thrust into her without hesitation.

Exhausted, her v*ginal grip loosened slightly, but the frequency of her contractions intensified.

Chu Zhi Lu closed her widely spread legs, wrapping them around his narrow, powerful waist. Still craving the warmth of skin-to-skin contact after her cl*max, she weakly reached out, her voice still tearful. “Hold me.”

Zhao Xunyu thrust deeply, then leaned down to kiss her tear-streaked eyes and praise her like a child. “Zhizhi was so good, wasn’t she? You squ*rted so much.”

Though his words were gentle, his hard p*nis continued to thrust relentlessly.

Chu Zhi Lu clung to Zhao Xunyu’s neck, whimpering and nuzzling her face against his ear. “So deep… c*m inside me… c*m inside me, brother. Hurry, c*m inside me…”

Her voice broke into sobs again.

The juices from Zhao Xunyu’s body stained Chu Zhi Lu; their ch*st s were pressed together, leaving her br*asts damp and glistening.

Zhao Xunyu lowered his head, sweeping his long tongue across her skin before smacking his lips in satisfaction. “Baby, your water is so sweet.”

His p*nis throbbed with increasing urgency. Knowing he was on the verge of ej*cul*ting, Zhao Xunyu bit down on Chu Zhi Lu’s lips, their tongues entwining. The rhythmic slapping of fl*sh against fl*sh grew louder, each wave of sensation more intense than the last.

Finally, Zhao Xunyu’s p*nis plunged deep inside her, erupting in a series of ecstatic spurts.

Chu Zhi Lu flinched at the heat, then immediately had another org*sm.

Exhausted from multiple org*sms, she lay limp as he massaged her acupressure points for ten minutes, his fingers kneading her fl*sh. Without invitation, his fingers slipped into her v*gina, which gradually grew w*t again. Chu Zhi Lu’s fingers twitched. “No… I can’t…”

Zhao Xunyu’s fingers moved gently inside her. “I won’t do anything. I’ll just soak in your hot spring.”

True to his word, he left his fingers inside her for a long time, pressing tenderly against her inner walls.

When he finally withdrew his fingers, they were pale and wrinkled from the soak. He grinned and held them up to Chu Zhi Lu’s face. “Baby, look how enthusiastic you are.”

Chu Zhi Lu was half-asleep, her consciousness already hazy. She forced her eyes open, murmured an “Mmm,” and pulled his fingers to her lips, sucking on them to silence him.

Her soft, w*t tongue brushed against his fingers.

Zhao Xunyu’s little brother stood up again almost immediately.

In the end, while Zhao Xunyu was bathing Chu Zhi Lu, she thought she was dreaming. She sobbed and protested, saying she didn’t want him to touch her; she just wanted to sleep.

Her pitiful, slightly dazed, and coquettish demeanor made Zhao Xunyu love her even more. The strong, domineering person he knew in bed was gone; he gently pecked her flushed cheeks. “Be good. It’s alright. Go to sleep. Brother will clean it up.”

By the time they finished, it was nearly three in the morning. The bedsheets and blankets were too w*t to sleep on, so Zhao Xunyu put Chu Zhi Lu in her pajamas and carried her to the guest room.