Cornered by the CEO

Chapter 238: The Qian Meng I Know and Want *

Chapter 238: The Qian Meng I Know and Want *

[WARNING: YOU HAVE BEEN FOREWARNED! ANY DAMAGE TO YOUR HEART, OVARIES, OR ANY OTHER PART OF THE BODY IS NOT ON MY HANDS. BRING YOUR TISSUES AND KEEP SOME HOLY WATER ON HAND. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!]

"No," she whined. "I was just a little surprised, that's all." Desire clawed at her stomach. Dragon cocks be damned, she'd take it right now. "I kind of like the way it stretches me." She was unbearably shy as she said the words.

"Fuck." He breathed, both of his hands resting on her hips. "Is that so?"

Qian Meng smirked, glad that he was finally inside of her… just partially. She suddenly had some power over him. She could hear him struggle to speak, it must have felt good for him.

She whimpered his name.

He rested his chin on her shoulder as he spoke in that dirty, husky voice of his. "My big cock is stretching your tight little pussy, isn't it?" He moved out half an inch before slowly thrusting back in.

She gasped as she took him fully. The girth of him made it impossible that he wouldn't be pushing against that sweet spot every time he moved inside her.

She tried not to think too much, but with how wet she was, his length slid easily in and out of her at an excruciating pace, hitting her sweet spot casually. She wasn't sure if she should have an orgasm… she didn't know if it would be awkward or make her too vulnerable in front of him. But at this rate, it was inevitable.

She dropped the towel she had been holding on to for her life and let it pool at her feet.

"Finally," Mo Qingchen breathed. "You can come all you want, baby. You don't have to worry about clean up anymore." She bit back a cry as he pushed deeply and held himself in that spot for a few seconds. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about sinking my cock in you for weeks." He gripped her hips tighter, starting a steady rhythm of thrusting gently in and out of her.

She had thought Mo Qingchen would be savage. But he was sweet and gentle and she was confused.

She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip and for some reason, the sensations heightened. She could only focus on every ridge of his cock as her walls gripped him. She bit back her moans and whimpers, unsure of how she should sound.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, moving a little faster, still sliding back and forth with ease through her wetness, rubbing the right spots as he did so.

She hummed, a purposefully vague response.

Qian Meng hadn't realized just how worked up he really had gotten her before he entered her. She knew that the trail of sensual kisses all over her skin had gotten her wet, and she knew the fingering felt good, but Qian Meng wasn't prepared to be this close to reaching orgasm so quickly.

She was sure that part of it may have been the forbidden factor of it. By that point, Qian Meng had been actively trying to ward off a climax, but the fact that she was denying that of herself only made her body relish in the pleasure that it was deriving from Mo Qingchen that much more.

As his thrusts became faster, harder, and impossibly deeper, all Qian Meng wanted to do was cry out. She wanted to moan, scream, and call out his name. She wanted to allow herself to let go of all the whimpers, groans, and grunts that her body was aching to expel.

But for some reason, something in her felt the intense need to suppress them. She kept her lips mashed together and remained completely silent. The only thing that she couldn't seem to control was her shallow and ragged breathing.

"Why are you so quiet?" Mo Qingchen asked, not a hint of breathlessness. "Where's your sarcasm?" he whispered harshly. But he seemed to have guessed that he hadn't fucked her silly… she had just closed up to his sexual advances.

His hips stilled and he waited for her response.

She shuddered and shifted to make him move, but he held her hip firmly.

"Tell me what it is," he demanded. "I won't move until you tell me."

"I'm not silent. Just enjoying it," she said slowly. But he didn't move. "Please move," she pleaded.

"You are lying. Tell me the truth and I will move," he said. She shuddered and stared into the water before speaking.

"I am scared… I don't know how to… react," she admitted.

His hands which were still firmly planted on her hips tightened and his thrusts resumed, remaining strong and steady. A tiny whimper escaped Qian Meng's lips in a response to him.

"It's okay to be scared. It's overwhelming. But the moment you let go… you'll feel the real intensity of being with me," he promised. "I want to hear you whimpering and screaming. I want to watch you writhe under my fingers and cock. I want to see you unbridled and wild, bucking into me without thinking about your image. That's the Qian Meng I know and want."

She cried out as the words spread through her veins. And she couldn't contain it any longer. She shuddered and ground back into him, spurring him on to take her as he wished. The soft sound of his grunts and ragged breathing kept her rooted in reality. Her body made sounds she didn't think were possible. His thrusts grew sharp and his speed increased. Qian Meng felt a prick of joy in knowing he was enjoying himself.

It became quickly apparent that she was going to orgasm.

She sucked in a deep breath and let go, allowing the waves of pleasure to surged through her like fire. She could feel herself clamp down on Mo Qingchen's length. Along with her keening cries, her muscles convulsed and her legs shook. Even her back arched with pleasure, the pleasure from the contact of his chest against her back becoming too much.

He held onto her tightly. "Oh fuck. You're coming… you're squeezing the life out of me." There was no distress in his voice though. He wasn't being strangled by her… yet.