Returning - Chapter 23
Chapter 23: Is It Fun?
The fitting room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing was clearly audible, not to mention the fact that Xu Chengyan's breath was now somewhat disordered.
Zhao Yu's right hand, still outside his trousers, was gripping the bulging mass at his crotch, stroking and kneading it with varying pressure.
Her ample breasts were still rubbing against his solid chest. In the back-and-forth motion, her already low neckline had slipped down another section, barely able to contain the two full, soft mounds.
She wasn't wearing a bra, only two ultra-thin nipple covers to prevent show-through. But now, a small piece of the lace fabric on her mostly exposed left breast was pressed beneath Xu Chengyan's fingertip.
It was Zhao Yu who had pulled his hand over to cover her. He hadn't actively touched her, but neither had he resisted her advances.
Feeling the thing in her hand grow harder and harder, Zhao Yu smirked triumphantly. "Having it trapped in there, is it uncomfortable? Want me to let it out for you?"
Xu Chengyan didn't answer. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched the edge of the lace fabric and gave a sharp tug, leaving her entire left breast exposed without any reservation before his eyes.
The nipple cover's adhesive was strong, and his action was without any gentleness whatsoever. A few threads of pain stimulated a soft moan from Zhao Yu. The small bud at the peak instantly stiffened and protruded, standing up quiveringly atop the swaying breast.
Xu Chengyan's large palm unceremoniously covered it, grabbing the soft flesh to knead and pinch forcefully, repeatedly tweaking the reddening little tip.
"So good… Mmm…" Zhao Yu cooperated with a low moan. Using both hands, she pulled down his zipper, pushed aside his underwear, and fished out that fiery hot thing.
Grasped by her slightly cool hand, Xu Chengyan's breathing grew more rapid. He cursed "Slut" in a deep voice, and with a flick of his long fingers, completely freed her right breast, of which only a small portion had been covered by her dress.
"Like my tits that much?" Zhao Yu feigned a lewd wantonness, thrusting her chest towards him. While continuing to stroke his sex with one hand, she grabbed his fingers with the other, pulling them towards her core. "Here, you'll like even more."
Sticky, slick, soft.
She really wasn't wearing underwear, and she was indeed very wet.
After wantonly teasing her core a few times, watching her tremble uncontrollably and listening to her deliberately provocative moans, Xu Chengyan's gaze deepened. He shoved her against the wall, lifting one of her legs, and was about to thrust inside.
But just as he was about to touch her entrance, he stopped.
"What's wrong? Think I'm dirty?" Hooking a long leg around his waist, Zhao Yu thrust her body forward, actively rubbing him with the softness between her legs. Yet each time, she maintained distance, never making actual contact. "So how come President Xu is still hard for a dirty woman like me?"
It wasn't just that he found her dirty; she was also worried that these men with messy private lives might bring some strange disease to her. So she had long ago had someone check their latest medical reports and could generally confirm they had no diseases in that area.
Even so, she had actually brought condoms in her bag this time. But unfortunately, she had now changed her mind and wasn't going to give one to him.
If he didn't want to fuck her, she'd be determined to make him want to. But since he was now willing to do it with her, she'd make sure he couldn't have it.
Xu Chengyan didn't deny her claim, but he also absolutely wouldn't abandon his principles because of physical desire or the stimulation of her words. His reason always reigned supreme over his lust.
Pressing both hands down on her shoulders, he forcefully pushed her to squat down. His movements lacked any trace of gentleness. To put it nicely, it was domineering; to put it bluntly, it was rough—the complete opposite of his outwardly refined and polite appearance.
Zhao Yu had just barely, half-resistingly, half-willingly, crouched down on her knees when he aimed his swollen sex at her lips. The implication was clear: he wanted her to get him off with her mouth.
Zhao Yu didn't move, merely lifting her pair of fair, tender breasts in her hands. Smiling, she looked up at him. "Don't you think using these would be more exciting?"
Xu Chengyan just kept staring at her lips. "Not willing?"
Zhao Yu understood his meaning. She was the one who had actively come to seduce him. In his eyes, she wasn't special. If she wasn't willing, she could roll away anytime; he wasn't short of such a woman.
Yet she answered crisply, "When you're willing to lick me, that's when I'll help you suck."
Xu Chengyan let out a light laugh, the lust in his eyes already mostly faded.
But as he was looking down to arrange his trousers, Zhao Yu suddenly got up again, pushing him to sit on the nearby sofa. She sprawled her whole body over his crotch, grabbing the two soft mounds on her chest to rub against his desire.
"Not willing?" She repeated the words he'd just spoken, the proud expression on her face an exact replica of his from moments before.
Upon receiving her provocation, Xu Chengyan, who had been about to stand, instead sat back calmly, like he was listening to a subordinate's work report, leisurely and intently watching her movements at his crotch.
Zhao Yu licked her lips with a seductive look, her eyes still staring straight at him. With both hands, she lifted her breasts and wrapped them around his rock-hard sex, pushing the soft flesh together and sliding it back and forth.
The soft, slick, smooth sensation felt so good that Xu Chengyan exhaled a low breath. Looking at her lusciously red lips, he suddenly shoved his index finger inside, hooking her tongue and stirring within her mouth, thrusting shallowly and deeply in a mimicry of the sexual act.
"Knock knock knock!" Accompanied by a rhythmic knocking, a crisp voice came from outside. "Not done yet?"
It was Zhuang Yiqing.
Hearing that woman's voice from such a close distance, Zhao Yu still uncontrollably tightened her hand. The breast she held squeezed hard against the thick, rigid shaft between them.
Xu Chengyan couldn't help but let out a low gasp. Thinking she was frightened, he mocked, "That's all the guts you have? Weren't you out for thrills? My fiancée is right outside the door. If you moan a little louder, she might hear. Now, wouldn't that be more thrilling?"
Zhao Yu smiled, looking at him provocatively. "Then why not call her in too? Let the future Mrs. Xu see with her own eyes how her fiancé cums all over another woman's tits?"
She knew Xu Chengyan wouldn't do it.
Although his and Zhuang Yiqing's was a business marriage, and they weren't married yet so neither could dictate the other's private life, both were people of status and wouldn't do something so outrageous in front of the other.
Xu Chengyan's lips curved upward. He gave her increasingly erect nipple a hard pinch. Hearing her deliberately suppressed moan, he let go with satisfaction, inserting his finger back into her mouth for her to suck and lick.
"Need to reply to an email, wait a moment."
When he raised his voice to speak to the person outside, his tone was calm and serious. If not for the fact that his ferocious sex was still standing naked between her breasts, Zhao Yu would have almost believed he was truly handling business.
Without liquid lubricant, the speed of Zhao Yu's thrusts was very slow. The result was that he remained hard for a long time, showing no sign of ejaculation for quite a while.
But it was as if the two were locked in a competition—one performing, the other watching—neither willing to back down, nor in the slightest hurry. They had practically turned the act of tit-fucking into a slow-motion movie scene.
"That future Mrs. Xu, she's never helped you get off like this, has she?"
"What? Competing with her already?"
"Someone like me, how could I compare to her? She's dignified, elegant, noble. And me? Slutty, lewd, cheap."
As she spat out the last word, she smiled at him with ill intent and stuck out her pink tongue, giving a forceful lick towards the tip of his sex.
However, she was still a fraction short.
She didn't touch it.
She did it on purpose.
Xu Chengyan, whose anticipation had been built up by her slow and deliberate actions, let out a heavy pant. That slight hint of disappointment in his heart made him desperately want to immediately push down her head, pry open her mouth, and violently thrust his tense shaft inside, ejaculating deep in her throat.
Zhao Yu smirked triumphantly. "Is it fun?"
Words he had once said to her.
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