Chapter 190 - 190 Lunch Reminder

I guess right now, he will never be able to leave me alone all day, and I know it.

He pulls his head back to look at me, the cogs starting to spin wildly as he chews his lip again.

"NO. Lunch with me," He orders.

See, I knew it. He won't be able to leave me alone.

"No, I'm going to have lunch with SiSi," I dismiss his request.

He pouts.

"Can't I join?" He begs.

"No, of course, he can't come because I need time with SiSi to talk about him and his challenging ways.

"No," I state firmly.

"Wei Lin, I think you're being unreasonable right now," he complains.

I throw my head back on a laugh.

Must he be this much thick-skinned meh? but then I jerk and buck as he grabs my hipbone and squeezes.

"Argh! Tha….Stop!" I screech.

"No" He teased.

"Please!" Tears jump into my eyes as I try to fight him off. This ticklish I really can't bear it.

"Lunch with me or?" he says calmly, as he continues tickling me.

"NO!" I cry through my uncontrollable laughter.

HEY! This isn't fair at all. And I'm not submitting.

No way!

" Maybe a sense of reminder will do it then." He releases my hip and I relax, trying to get my erratic breathing under control.

'"Feng Teng, I can't be with you every second of the day. I need my space too,"  I try to reason.

"Wei Lin. If you give up work, that will do," He states and it's deadly serious.

My eyes widen.

NO! Never! I do love my job so much.

"Excuse me, President Feng. Now, who is being unreasoned... Ohhhhh!" I lose my as temper he plunges in deep into me.

Oh God, here comes the sense of reminder, but what is he trying to get me to submit to?

Lunch or retiring? At twenty-two? How ridiculous!

As I was on muddle head in pleasure, he wastes no time breaking me in.

He strikes powers into me like a madman.  All the bedroom filling with a storm and waves.

I don't how many times he did before he halts. I only get back to my sense back as my legs fall open and he pins my wrists on either side of my head.

"So lunch?" he asks as he thrusts again harder.

My brain has just turned to mush, but it still registers that this is a lunch sense reminder. I'm relieved.

Lunch will be easier to accept, rather than retiring. If he did, I still won't be going down easily.

So Mr President sure has a lot of challenge on his hands.

"No!" I shout defiantly.

He growls and surges forward, his firmness stroking me hard and fast as he drives in and out like a racing car.

"You are so receptive to me." He says.

Yes, I am!

He lays one finger on me and I'm all over the place.

"Feng Teng, please no,"

He hits me hard with his h.i.p.s and grinds firmly.

"Can't you just listen to me obediently once?" He grumbles.

I shake my head, holding my breath.

"Hmm. Do feel that good?" He asks.

"Yes….!" I shout on a rushed exhale.

The crest of a booming orgasm descends on me and his grip tightens around my wrists.

"Say again!"  he insists harshly, and I know he's on his way to explosion too.

What if I don't say yes? What if I hold out on him?

"No!" I'm not giving in.

I shouldn't let him give a sense reminder into me every time I don't agree with him about something.

He hammers on, my thighs tensing, my mind knotted.

"Babe, obediently give me what I want." He demands in pants.

"Feng Teng," I scream his name.

"I know, you're going to come." He answers.

"Ye….s" I cry.

All of the heat up the stress of the day is going to come rushing out at any moment.

"Oh, God, sweetie, you do serious things to me." He hits me with another powerful, thundering of his h.i.p.s.

In struck my mind went blank, and I'm about to detonate when he stops dead in his tracks, subsequently stopping my imminent orgasm dead in its tracks.

"Wha…t…What are you doing?" I scream as completely stunned at his sudden halt.

Spontaneously I tilt my h.i.p.s to try and get the friction I need to tip me over the edge, but he pulls his h.i.p.s back until he is only just inside me.

"You. I hate you," I spit.

"No, you don't. Say yes, now," he pants, but his words are controlled.

How is he doing this? I know he's ready to come but why he still hangs in there?

"NO!" I affirm.

He shakes his head and then locks eyes with me as he plunges, oh so slowly, and swivels his h.i.p.s.

"Ohhh…ohh. Harder, please," I groan.

"Say the word," He repeats the teasing move.

"Babe, if you say it, I'll grant it to you," He insists.

"So unfair!" I complain.

"So you want me to stop?" He asks threatened.

"No! Please," I shout in frustration.

Must he do this? Why he's so persistent?

This is torture at its worst.

He flexes his hold on my wrists.

"Hmm. I give you one last chance. Lunch with me tomorrow?" He flicks his h.i.p.s forward as he asks, and I lose any determination I had to defy him.

"BASTARD!"  I cry as he looks down at me, amus.e.m.e.nt plaguing his expression.

'Watch your mouth." He's grinning.

"Say yes now, otherwise.." Before he could his sentences.

"YES!" I scream.

"Good girl." he praises, and then powers forward, hammering into me and tossing me straight back into a fast build-up to release.

I stiffen from head to toe as sizzling hotness travels through my bloodstream and my skin heats from the friction of being pushed across the carpet by his manic momentum.

"Feng Teng," I'm gripped from every direction by stabbing shots of pleasure flying through my nervous system, exploding at my core.

I scream.

His striking become more urgent and his breathing loud and erratic as he smashes against me on a shout and he releases all things of him, my core muscles clenching greedily onto him.

My limp and exhausted body become completely helpless to his merciless blows. And he collapses on top of me in a sweaty heap and pushes gently against me.

"I love you so much, babe. Only you could drive me crazy like this." he pants in my ear.

As I was lying under his hard, warm body, trying to gather my senses back and breath, and wonder if it will always be like this.

So now he gets what exactly he wants, so yes, it probably will be.

This persistent of him, I've got to learn to deal with this. I've got to train myself how to bending him from being unreasonable. But at the same time, I laugh at such a pointless thought as in deep of my heart I don't want to repel him.

He pushes himself up on his hands and it's only now I notice he doesn't wince.

"Your hand!"  I cry.