Returning - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Temptation

The moment she fell into Xue Zi'ang's arms, his lips pressed against hers.

They carried a hint of alcohol, a little cool, but very soft.

Zhao Yu struggled a few times but couldn't break free. She simply sat on his lap in a daze, letting him kiss her.

His scorching breath kept spraying across her face. Slowly, her rigid body began to relax. When the tip of his tongue attempted to pry open her teeth, she voluntarily parted them.

His tongue thrust straight in, tangling with hers, teasing. The arm around her waist gradually tightened, caressing her through her clothes.

Zhao Yu's body went limp, her breathing ragged. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her tongue to actively entwine with his.

His palm moved to her chest. After kneading through her clothes for a while, Xue Zi'ang began unbuttoning her, one button at a time, from her jacket to the white blouse underneath.

When slightly cool fingers touched the skin of her chest, Zhao Yu's entire body trembled. She gently bit his lip.

He pushed her bra upward, grasped one breast, and kneaded it, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. His fingertip pressed against the small, hardened nub at the peak, circling, pressing, and rubbing.

Zhao Yu's body instantly tensed again. Her hips twisted on his lap, just brushing against that thing which was gradually stiffening and hardening.

Xue Zi'ang released her lips, kissing a path from her cheek to her neck. He sucked at the collarbone hidden by her bra, then his lips and tongue continued downward, landing on the creamy white flesh of her breast, sucking and licking, lingering and reluctant to leave.

Zhao Yu bit her lip to suppress the moan about to escape. Her hands gripped the suit fabric on his shoulders tightly, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Yet, when one nipple was taken into his mouth and sucked meticulously, she could not help but let out a low moan, collapsing limp in his arms, panting heavily.

Xue Zi'ang continued soothing her breast with his lips and tongue, while his palm caressed downward along her lower abdomen. He slipped under her pencil skirt, covered her mound and rubbed, then sought out that mysterious slit.

She was still wearing panties and stockings, but when his fingertip touched, he could already clearly feel a patch of slick wetness.

He released her nipple, raised his head to kiss her earlobe, and laughed lowly by her ear: "How did you get so wet so fast? You're dripping so much."

Zhao Yu's face was completely flushed. She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, her legs pressed tightly together, but she could not stop his hand from venturing deeper inside.

His long fingers stroked back and forth along the cleft of her flesh several times. Xue Zi'ang's fingers grew wetter and wetter. Seeing her look of unbearable need, he escalated his actions, found her clit, and pressed down hard, grinding it.

"Ah..." Zhao Yu cried out sharply, writhing frantically on his lap.

While lightly licking and sucking her earlobe, he used his other hand to knead her breast, tugging hard on her nipple, recklessly teasing the most sensitive spots on her entire body.

In no time at all, Zhao Yu bit her lip and climaxed, collapsing into a limp heap against him.

Feeling the exaggerated wetness under his palm, he laughed lowly again: "So sensitive? Just a few touches through your panties and you can come? And squirt this much?"

Zhao Yu's eyes were brimming with tears, looking at him with a mix of shame and embarrassment.

He smiled and kissed her lips, asking softly: "How long has it been since you last did it?"

"Half... half a year."

He took her lip, sucked and licked for a while, then asked: "Do you want it?"

Zhao Yu bit her lip and said nothing.

Xue Zi'ang chuckled, grabbed her waist, and pulled her closer to his crotch, rubbing that thick, hard rod against her bottom. He rasped: "It wants it."

Zhao Yu did not speak, nor did she move. She only looked at him with a shy, timid expression.

He reached out and removed her high heels, then slowly began pulling down her panties and stockings together. Seeing her tense expression, he patted her bottom: "Lift your hips."

Zhao Yu obediently complied. He smoothly removed her panties and stockings, tossed them aside, then lifted her body to turn her around. So she faced him directly, legs spread wide, straddling his lap.

Her skirt was already pushed up to her waist. With one glance down, he could see the sparse hair and the even more alluring scenery hidden deep within that secret place.

His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably. He unfastened his pants in a few quick moves and pressed his thick, rigid cock against that still-wet, slick cleft, rubbing it back and forth against her core.

"Mm..." Zhao Yu shuddered violently, her chest heaving rapidly. Her pale, creamy breasts swayed before his eyes.

The fiery-hot cock parted her entrance, squeezing the tip mostly in. Feeling the tenderness and tightness inside, Xue Zi'ang let out a muffled groan, gripping her waist, preparing to slowly cleave through the soft flesh and thrust into the deepest part.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Yu suddenly seemed to snap awake from her earlier erotic haze. She abruptly pushed him away, rose from his lap, and ran to the side on trembling legs to put on her shoes.

Before Xue Zi'ang could even speak, she was already tearfully bowing and apologizing to him repeatedly: "S-sorry President Xue... I just now... was momentarily dizzy and confused... almost... Please don't take it to heart, I... I'm sorry..."

Her legs were still bare. Standing in her high heels, they were long and straight. Both full breasts were still nakedly exposed to the air, quivering with her movements, making Xue Zi'ang's vision swim.

That thing between his legs had long since swelled to its limit. Having just tasted a bit of bliss before being left hanging, he felt the ache of frustration through his entire body.

But he never had the hobby of forcing women. If this woman wanted to leave, he naturally would not stop her.

So he could only watch helplessly as she hurriedly straightened her clothes in front of him, apologized with red eyes and tears while bowing several times, and finally fled from the villa as if escaping for her life.

Slapping the sofa in unsatisfied frustration, Xue Zi'ang just turned his head and saw the stockings the woman had left behind, along with the lacy panties glistening with moisture.

"Fuck!" He cursed under his breath through gritted teeth. Still with that massive thing standing erect between his legs, he walked toward the bathroom.

But after a few steps, he could not help but look back, glancing at the stockings and panties on the floor. He turned around, picked them up, and took them with him into the bathroom.

Zhao Yu called a car to go back. The entire journey, the space between her legs was damp and wet. If she had not secretly stuffed tissues into her private area while the driver was not looking, then taken them out after wiping, the wetness might have dripped onto the seat.

She knew how sensitive her body was, and she knew how strong her libido was, especially since she had not been with any other man since breaking things off with Shang Lu. Some degree of emptiness and loneliness was inevitable.

Xue Zi'ang's skillful teasing was something she simply could not withstand. The thought of just having a fulfilling, passionate sexual encounter with him right then had even crossed her mind.

But her reason, in the end, could overcome her body's desires.

The persona she had built in front of Xue Zi'ang did not allow her to have sex with him that quickly.

And besides, the less attainable it was, the more that man would obsess over it.

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