Chapter 166 - 166 The Company Anniversary

The sensation of his hot, causing I m.o.a.n as he throbbing assault of me having me shifting my hands and clawing at his back.

Resting his forehead against mine, he slowly begins rocking in and out of me. I sigh on every plunge as he works me up steadily.

Oh f.u.c.k.i.n.g hell, he feels so good. My grip begins to slip on his sweat-dampened skin, our breath mingling together in the close space between our mouths.

"Babe. Kiss me." he gasps, and I push my lips to his mouth, tickling his tongue.

I feel a scream bubbling in my throat as he rears back and pushes forward sending me sliding up the wall. I clench my thighs to lift myself further and then bore down on him.

"Good my lady. What the hell do you do to me?" He thrusts forward, again and again, pushing me up the wall, swallowing my small cries as he kisses the life out of me.

"I've waited for a day just for this." He hits me with another thrust.

"It's been the longest f.u.c.k.i.n.g day of my life." He curses out of the frustrated.

"Hmmm, you feel so good." I'm revelling in his attention.

"I feel good? Oh, lady, you do really serious things to me." He bucks forward.

"Feng Teng!" I'm a despairing wreck.

The calm smooth motions are fading fast, being replaced with firmer, more aggressive strikes.

"Babe, wherever I'm going from now on, I'm taking you with me, baby." He swears.

Deep Thrust!

Holy Shit, I'm struggling here. My nails dig harshly into his flesh.

"Oh my babe," He fires into me, beads of his sweat dripping onto me.

"You're going to come." He mutter.

" Now! Harder!" He mumbles in my mouth.

I can't hold back anymore. He strikes with ferocious power and I snap, the coils of pleasure peaking and firing off, my nails sinking into his flesh, my teeth gripping his lip harshly.

Dropping my forehead to his damp, salty skin where his neck meets his shoulder and rock my head from side to side as I jerk uncontrollably against his big body.

"Babe," he shouts, as he pulls back and then smashes forward, slowly withdrawing before hammering into me again, finding his own release as wave after wave of contractions sweep through me.

He m.o.a.ns, then sinks us to the floor and falls onto his back, heaving and sweating. I drag myself up and sit astride of him, planting my hands on his slick chest and gently grinding myself on his h.i.p.s.

His arms fall back over his head as he looks up and watches me work us both down. We are both wet, out of breath and thoroughly satisfied.

I'm exactly where I should be.

"What are you thinking about?" he puffs, looking up at me.

"Hmm. About how much I love you." I tell him the truth.

His lips curve at the corners and a look of pure satisfaction spreads across his handsome face

"Do I still qualify as your godly knight?" he asks.

"Always. Am I still your temptress?" I grin and circle my hands on his chest.

"That, you most certainly are. Oh, God, I love your grin so much," He gives me his own roguish one.

I reach down and pinch his chest.

"Bath, my knight?" I ask.

He jolts upright, nearly head-butting me in the process.

"Shit! It's still running!'" He jumps up with me still in his arms and still buried inside me, hissing as he grips me too hard with his bad hand.

"Put me down!" I try to peel my body away from his, but he just increases his grip.

"Never.'"He takes us into the bathroom where we find the huge bath is not even three-quarters of the way full.

He reaches over to the waterfall tap and flips it off.

"You could leave that bath running for a week and it wouldn't be full,"  I say as he steps in and lowers us down.

"I know. The designer of all this shit obviously has no regard for the environment or my carbon footprint." He complains.

"Who know's." I quip and then sigh happily as I'm sunk into the lovely relaxing water, still astride his lap, still full to the hilt with his semi-erect buddy.

"Feng Teng, I could look at you all day,"  I muse to myself, tracing my fingers from side to side across his abdomen.

He lays back and lets me have my way. I run my fingertip over every square inch of his hard, lightly tanned chest, swirling and flicking as I go.

The silence is comfortable as he watches my delicate touch skating all over him. I work my way up to his neck, his chin, his lips and they part, his eyes twinkling as I lower myself to rest on his chest, my mouth meeting his.

"I love your lips," I say, dropping kisses all the way around the edges of his lips until I'm back to where I started.

"I love your body." My hands drift down his arms, my tongue slipping into his mouth.

"I love your crazy mind too." I coax his tongue from his mouth and lap gently as I trail my hands back up his arms until my palms wrap around his neck and my body arches into him.

He m.o.a.ns.

"You really, make me crazy, only you." He swears.

Then I feel his big palms slide up my back until he's cupping the back of my head and pushing me into him, our mouths continuing to work each other slowly, our bodies slipping against each other slightly. I know I make him crazy, but he makes me crazy too.

I pull back and look at my crazy man.

"Crazy," I mouth.

"Ishk," He smiles and lifts me from his lap, turning me until I'm sat between his parted thighs.

"Let me wash you up." He grabs the sponge and starts squeezing the hot water all over me, resting his cheek against the side of my head.

"And I need to talk to you about something," he says quietly. There is no mistaking his apprehension.

Immediately, I tense all over. I don't really like the sound of this, which is quite hilarious because I've been willing him to talk.

"Erm. What?" I ask.

" About the Mansion Feng," He spills.

Okay, now I'm prickling from head to toe and it's bloody obvious, which is even more hilarious because I've been wanting him to talk about this specifically.

But his approach tells me I'm not going to like whatever is going to come from his mouth. He has ceased squeezing warm water over me, and I can literally hear those f.u.c.k.i.n.g cogs clanking around in his handsome head.

What about it? I do not like the direction of tub talk today. And I want to get out and have a shower.

"The Company Anniversary Party." The worry is clear in his tone and it bloody should be.

Hell, NO ! I'm not going.

"What about it?" I ask nonchalantly.

I'm not going to get myself worked up because I really, really am not ever, not in a million years, going.

Never! No way! I'm not going get myself to be there again. I want to turn myself back over, lay on his chest and put my lips back on his so he can't talk.

"But baby I still want you to come. My grandfather will be there." He persuades softly.

"NO! You can't ask me to do that. I'm not going." I say calmly, but I'm feeling a little angry that he would even suggest such a stupid thing.

Hang on...I agreed to this before I saw those things last time, really was, even SiSi did too.

I tremble in fears.

Bloody hell, I'm not going, ever!

"That's you asked me to go before I saw that," 

"Babe, I gave myself a deadline to tell you," he says quietly.

"Oh." I don't know what to say. I found out before his time was up.

"Are you going to avoid my family household forever?" he asks sarcastically.

I don't appreciate his tone of voice not in the slightest.

"I might Yes," I retort.

Family Household? Is he f.u.c.k.i.n.g kidding me?

"Don't be stupid, Wei Lin." He recommences soaking me in water and presses a kiss to my temple.

"Will you please just think about it? All the elders will be there, and I need to introduce you to them officially." He says.

I sigh tiredly.

"I'm not going making promises, and if you even think about trying to do some reminder circ.u.mstances into me about this, I'm leaving." I threaten.

Yes, I know I'm being completely dramatic, but I want him to know how much I don't want to go there anymore.

The company anniversary party? Never. Ever!

He nuzzles my ear and wraps his legs around the outside of mine.

"I want you my future wifey with me who keeps my heart beating officially known to the whole world," He persuaded.

Oh, God!

That's emotional blackmail if ever there was any.

How the hell can I say no to that? Damn you, Feng Teng, of an age I don't know. I let him continue to wash me while I think about using this to my advantage.

Maybe I could negotiate his age from him in return for my presence at The Company anniversary party. But I'll think carefully about how much I want to know his age compared to how much I don't want to go to the party.

That's a tricky ever.

"Did you asked Mi Ke about it?" I ask. I know he hasn't. I'm being sneaky.

"About what?" He asks.

"The visitor last time," I scoff.

'No, I didn't have time for that. But I promise you I will ask, though. I'm just as curious as you are. Now, are you hungry?" He circles his tongue around my ear.

It could send me to sleep. At least he hasn't lied about talking to Mi Ke.

"Yes. Very too," I answer on a yawn.

Completely I'm famished and tired too, but I'm not giving in.

"I'm not going to sleep until you tell me who that woman was." I threatened.

"How can I tell you if I don't know?" He freaks out.

"You do know." I sneer.

"I don't f.u.c.k.i.n.g know!" He yells.

I jump at his harshness and then feel his arms lock tighter around me.

"Babe, I'm sorry." He apologises.

"Okay," I say quietly. But it's not. I'll ask Mi Ke again in the morning.

"My lovely lady is exhausted," he whispers.

"Delivery?"He bites at my earlobe, smoothing the soles of his feet down my shins.

"Hey. You have a fridge full of food, that's a waste." I scold at him.

"Well, can you be bothered to cook?" he asks.

No, I can't, but I notice he doesn't offer.

Then again, he has openly admitted that cooking is one of the only things he's crap at.

What were his words again?

Oh yes...I can't be amazing at everything. He was serious as well, the arrogant arse.

"Delivery then," I agree.

He shifts under me.

"Okay mem, I'll go and order and you wash your hair." He lifts himself out of the bath and leaves me in the massive tub by myself.

I watch his wet n.a.k.e.dness stroll out of the bathroom, returning a few moments later with some women's shampoo and conditioner. I'm eternally grateful.

My poor hair has been mistreated way too much lately. He gives me a grin and leans down to kiss my forehead.

"Don't forget lace," He disappears out of the bathroom and I fall back in the tub, closing my eyes for a while and savouring the quiet and peaceful surroundings of the colossal master bathroom of Deng Tai.

How did I end up here? I wonder on my thought.

When I was on designed it, I never thought that I will end up sleeping and cuddling in the creation of my own masterpiece of this design. Now, I am here. The stunt and excitement feeling still there for me.