What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 142

Xue Zhixiao’s hole pulsed rapidly again, rubbed to its limit by his thrusts, and the trapped white fluid leaked out, trickling from her mound into the crevice between her thighs. Their joined parts were dotted with white spots, while Li Minghao’s white coat and crotch were soaked with her juices, looking undeniably sensual.

“Senior… oh… Junior can’t take more…” Xue Zhixiao pleaded, her voice soft and strained.

“But your little junior tells me otherwise,” he teased, thrusting deeply into her hole’s depths, drawing an uncontrollable moan from her. Her tender flesh gripped his rod, pulling it deeper, and the tip was sucked by her core’s flesh, sending tingles up his spine.

Her soft mounds brushed against his chest, their swaying creating an itchy sensation that warmed his heart. Li Minghao’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he found another spot to tease. A wicked smile curved his lips, and he lowered his head, biting a swollen pink cherry gently.

“Oh…” Xue Zhixiao bit her lip, but her pleased moans slipped out, the struggle in her eyes nearly drowned by the rising tide of desire.

His firm rod rotated and ground in her hole, while his mouth gently sucked her soft mound flesh, his tongue occasionally flicking the tip. When it swelled, he moved to the other without pause, sucking and nibbling harder, his tongue circling the tip. His hand found her raised bud, pinching it lightly with two fingers.

“Oh! Oh!” Xue Zhixiao’s moans of pleasure spilled out uncontrollably, the sharp sensation stiffening her legs and curling her toes. She hugged his waist, her hands passionately crumpling his neat white coat, lost once more in a sea of desire.

But then, Li Minghao’s hot lips and tongue left her swollen, glossy mounds, and his rod withdrew from her wet hole. His voice, laced with seductive mischief, sounded in her ear. “Junior, work comes first. Senior’s checkup ends here for today.”

Xue Zhixiao froze, her tender flesh still pulsing instinctively, now feeling cool and empty without his hot rod. She looked down, seeing his rugged rod, coated with their love juices, dripping onto the floor.

“Li Minghao!” she exclaimed, shame and anger washing over her as she realized he’d teased her. She bit his chin in playful retaliation.

A low laugh rumbled from him. Li Minghao wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her effortlessly, and thrust his hips, his rod entering her fully again.

“Oh!” Xue Zhixiao gasped, releasing his chin and noticing faint teeth marks on his jaw. Unwilling to give in but powerless to resist, she clung to him, her limbs wrapping tightly around his body as he held her suspended. Her startled hole tightened, its layered flesh gripping the rod that surged deep inside, and his walking jolted it deeper, leaving her weak and overwhelmed with continuous pleasure.

“Deceitful woman,” he said with a lingering smile, gazing at her—angry yet irresistible, shy yet utterly charming. As he walked to the inner room, his hard rod pierced her core with each step, and over the short distance, he brought her to climax again, her body trembling in his arms.