Chapter 441: I Don't Want To Hurt You *

She was so wet. And it was all his fault. 

"Relax," he whispered, rubbing his hand over her belly. 

She sucked in a deep breath but it didn't help her heart thudding violently in her chest. 

Lower and lower his lips descended. From her pubic bone over to the crease where her leg met her pelvis and then back over her mound, heading for her swollen folds. 

She flexed her toes in anticipation when his thumbs parted her, exposing her to him. He wasted no time. He looked up at her as he pressed a kiss on her clit. And then he worked his tongue over her in a slow and wet lick. 

His lips wrapped around her clit and she melted. She was sure she wouldn't be able to move again. 

She made a noise somewhere between a squeal and a grunt and she pushed her head back into the pillow, closing her eyes. So much for watching. It was a struggle to even breathe. 

His tongue lashed over her throbbing clit and her body quivered. She would have bucked her hips into his face, but his hands held her down. She was pinned to the mattress helplessly with nothing to do but absorb the pleasure. 

"Qingchen…"

He groaned in response, the vibration had her legs trembling on either side of him. Her back arched violently when his tongue dipped lower to explore the tender flesh. With just the tip, he slowly circled the pulsing opening. 

In a flash, he was back at her clit, his tongue fluttering wickedly over the bud. A fresh wave of wetness came with the urge to clamp her legs shut. All she could do was hook her legs over his should to avoid strangling him with her legs. 

She cried out, her hands fisting the sheets at her sides. 

He sucked hard, drawing on her clit and she came immediately. A string of jumbled moans and curses spilled out of her mouth along with it. Her eyes flew open as she looked down, her gaze meeting his… full of lust and satisfaction. 

Her thighs clenched so hard around his head that she wondered how he didn't suffocate. Or drown. Still, he found space to move his hand down and slipped two fingers into her. 

She gasped and then screeched when he curled them up, massing that spot again. Her legs flew open and her hips jerked wildly, bucking against the hand that held her down against the mattress. His fingers pressed against that spot deep inside her and it sent her directly into a second orgasm that put the first to shame.

Her legs shook and her toes curled so badly that it made her feet cramp. 

Her orgasm was so hard that her abdomen muscles clenched and it almost hurt.

He closed his eyes as he nuzzled her, moaning as he moved his head back and forth, pulling her clit in each direction as he sucked hard, drawing her orgasm out until it sucked out the last drop of energy from her. 

His fingers continued to massage her inner wall even when she reached down to push at his shoulders. 

"I can't. I can't." She panted, sure that she would die from sensory overload. She chanted a pleading mantra as she squirmed, trying to get away from the torment of his unyielding mouth. 

He slung his arm over her hips to hold her down and in place even as she trashed before him. She wanted to cry. Her only outlet was her desperate cries and whimpers. She just clawed at the sheets beneath her. 

Fuck his expensive sheets for making her go through this. 

"Qingchen, please!" she shrieked, writhing while her core clenched and released again and again. 

He ignored her. A low, animalistic groan rumbled out of him as he sucked her harder, pressing and rubbing. The tingles of another orgasm pulled at her, and she tensed with a breathless cry, sure that her body could not take another orgasm while she was trying to come down from the last one. 

The scoundrel didn't stop. His tongue thrashed while his mouth sucked. And with another push of his fingers, she came again in a rush. Beads of sweat dripped down her legs as she squeezed her eyes shut. 

There was nothing she could do but brace herself and take it. She was helpless against the intensity of his ministrations.

But she didn't spend time caring about how vulnerable it made her feel. Maybe, that was his intention: to work her into oblivion so that she didn't think about anything else but the incapacitating pleasure. 

When he finally stilled his fingers and pulled his mouth from her, she was left lying before him like a limp noodle. 

She slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the white spots as she looked down at him. He was panting, still between her legs and looking at his hand as if he didn't know what to do with it. 

He had a smirk plastered on his face as if he had a joke that she wasn't in on. 

"What?" she demanded. 

"Nothing," he dismissed quickly, licking his glistening lips as he glanced up at her. "Nothing. I will be right back." He placed a kiss on her inner thigh before he hopped off the bed, slipping quietly into the bathroom. 

She lay there for who knew how long, trying to catch her breath and absorb everything that had just happened. It all happened so fast but then…

She stayed limp until she was cooled off and she actually began to shiver. She wanted to get cleaned up and see what was taking Mo Qingchen so long in the bathroom. So, she sat up and pulled the blanket around herself as she stood. 

Only then did she notice the wet spot underneath her. It put the term 'wet spot' to shame. She finally understood what Mo Qingchen had been smirking at. 

With the thought of changing the sheets and praying that she hadn't soaked the damn mattress, she wrapped the blanket around herself and wandered into the bathroom, finding Mo Qingchen in the shower without the water running and his hand around his hardened length. 

He turned to look at her, pulling his hand away from his cock. 

"I am only doing this because I don't want to hurt you by entering you," he explained, his hand twitching with the need to stroke himself.