Chapter 155 - 155 Ninth Galaxy

"Feng Teng,...I can't hold anymore," I cry as my body wildly pushing my h.i.p.s forward onto his mouth in an attempt to take the edge off the peak.

Holysh*t! 

As I'm recovering from my come, he wiped out from the onslaught of his mouth, and I sag against the bench on a violent round of shakes, my heart clattering in my chest. He reins in his rhythm and laps gently, letting me drift down on a long, satisfied sigh.

"Mhmm. You're too knowledgeable." I drop my head down to find his eyes.

He looks up, but still keeps his mouth on me, circling gently and thrusting his fingers lazily in and out.

"Thanks, I know babe," he gloats.

I shake my head at his self-assuredness and have a little mental sulk when I imagine, again, why he is so good. He is not only a powerful man but at the same time, he also masters in bedroom techniques. 

Then I snap at him realising when he slowly crawls up my body, trailing his tongue as he goes. He reaches my n.i.p.p.l.e, bites it lightly, and then clasps his arm under my bum, lifting me to his eye-level.

"Are you ready to be in the next level of good and proper lovemaking, my lady?" He ask huskily.

I nods and automatically draping my arms over his shoulders. Then he smashes his lips against mine possessively and attacks my mouth.

Whenever he's like this, I forget almost all about his weakest moments, the moments when I'm comforting him, holding him and reassuring him though.

But right now, he is on brutally s.e.xy and domineering.

And I love it so much, in fact, I've really, really missed this part of him so much.

As we both still in a steamy kiss, he abruptly lifting me up from the bench and I clasp my leg automatically to his waist. He keeps our mouths fused as he carries me out from the kitchen and stride towards the gym.

Oh ho. I snap in the middle. What situation this time? 

He kicks the door open and sets me on my feet as he leans down but maintains locking our kiss and accommodate to our height difference. He bites my bottom lip gently and starts walking forward, prompting me to step back in time with his advance.

After a few steps, he stops and kisses up to my ear, his hot breath igniting all of my senses. I'm mentally begging for him.

"Would you like a pleasure workout?" he whispers.

"Erm. As you suit," I nuzzle my cheek into him as he laps at my ear, causing the heartbeat at my core to start to kick in again, but this time in subtle and slow.

He steps back from me and the absence of his warm body in front of mine leaves me chilly, but my body wants to pull him back to me.

Casting my eyes around the gym, I wonder what is his next planned. Then I stare at him. He's watching me with promising, l.u.s.t-filled eyes, while he reaches for his shorts and pushes them down his legs, his arousal springing free, revealing his manly brother.

At that moment, I gasp. Still, I don't know why, and I've seen it many times, but it still makes my breath hitch every time.

Glide my eyes up, past from his scar and to his perfect features.

Oh God, I know I will never tire of staring at the fine physique of the man who is stood in front of me never.

Because he has a work of art of physics, with a carefully sculptured and polished to complete perfection of Adam.

He nods behind me and I slowly pivot, but all I see is the rowing machine and his punch bag. I turn back and face him. His face is completely impassive, and he slowly nods again, indicating that what he has in mind is.

Yes, indeed the machine behind me.

It dawns on me. He really meant it when he said that he was going to rip me into half.

Oh good Lord!

"Ohh..." I whisper.

He starts walking slowly towards me and the potential of his intention has me fidgeting on the spot.

I really don't know how should I react?

Should I be happy or sad?

What should I do?

I look at him and he nodding gently before taking my hand. He leads me to the rowing machine and then lowers his big, n.a.k.e.d body so he is sitting on the seat.

Then I see his erection stands up vertical from his body and the prospect of this scenario suddenly has me panting with anticipation.

What happens to me, obeying to his posture, I'm tugged forward to stand in front of him, and he reaches forward with his injured hand to guide my leg over the runner so I'm straddling in his legs.

Look down at him, my heart kicking into its maximum speed limit and my breath start increasing as I wait for his next instruction.

He reaches up and cups my b.r.e.a.s.ts with his big palms and softly, slowly massages them until they ache with the heaviness.

Oh my goodness, I don't even miss the small wince on his face, but he doesn't stop, and I'm not about to try and stop him even myself.

"Hmmm. Mhm..." My head rolls back and my lips part, letting out short, rapid rushes of air.

"Babe, you really kill me," he says quietly.

Pulling my head down so our eyes meet.

"Wei Lin. I LOVE YOU," he whispers then sliding his hands down to rest on my h.i.p.s.

In flash, I jerk and the corner of his mouth twitches.

"Babe, I love seeing how much you sensitive whenever I touch you here." He circles his index fingers in the sensitive hollows and I struggle to keep my legs steady.

"And I love how wet you are waiting for me in here." He says before slides his finger into me and drags the wetness out and over my lips.

Of course, I m.o.a.n .

"I love very much how you taste." This time he slips his finger into his own mouth and pulls it out slowly while he watches me, before taking my hand, he tugs me towards him and guides me down onto his active arousal.

I cry out when he impales me, the thick hardness of him completely spreading on me.

He rests his forehead against mine.

"I love how it feels wanting to be inside you." He locks his hands around my lower back

"Now wrap your legs around me," he demands.

Beyond my control, I hook my legs around his waist and loop my ankles, pulling me in closer to him.

Sensing his breath falters as I reach forward and place my hands on the front of his shoulders.

"I really love you so much," he states firmly as he begins to slide us slowly forward on the seat.

The abrupt halt at the end of the runner causing me to jerk slightly on a small cry.

Oh my God, I'm falling completely into his Ninth Galaxy.