Chapter 206 - 206 Burns Dinner

As we make our way down the long driveway, when we reaching the gate, Feng Teng roars off down the road and press a few buttons on the steering wheel.

The speaker kicks in and I'm surrounded by a romantic voice.

"What's his name?"

I ask, I knew this voice but who I forgot his name so suddenly.

He starts tapping the steering wheel.

"Wang Lee Hom. You like?"

Oh, yes, now I remember. I do like Lee Hom a lot. I reach over to the steering wheel and Feng Teng slides his hands down to give me access to the controls.

I locate the right one and turn it up more.

"Babe, I'll take that as a yes.'"He smirks and reaches over to place his hand on my knee. I cover it with mine.

"Yes, I was his hard fans." I answer.

"Errr…Don't your hand feeling pain?" I ask as I see his injuries.

"No, this just a small injured, Hmm, babe. Now unravel your knickers," He orders.

"NO. We are in a car. Wait till we reach home and I have to inform my boss about my leave," I says.

"Okay. Thanks love, I'm looking forward to having you all for myself tomorrow and all this weekend." He removes his hand from my knee and replaces it on the steering wheel.

I fire a quick text over to my boss and, as expected, he replies in quick telling me to have a well-deserved day off.

' PERFECT '

Both of us walk into the building with hand in hand, and Mi Ke spot us immediately and he shoot me a disapproving look.

Hehe…I smile an apology and notice maintenance repairing.

"Welcome back, Sir," Mi Ke says cautiously.

Is he waiting a scold from Feng Teng for letting me escape?

If Feng Teng going to reprimand, I think I might be defend of him. It's not in his duty role to be a guard anyway.

"Okay," Feng Teng nods and leads me to the elevator without another word to an obviously apprehensive Mi Ke.

As the doors close, I'm push against the wall, the full length of his body swathe over mine. His vibe which I'm so familiar with upsurge straight into my groin and has my veins heating immediately.

Oh, God.

Then he slips his leg between my thighs and raises it, brushing over my core, instantly I'm panting.

"My lady. You've upset the concierge." he breathes, his lips close to mine, our hot breaths mingling in the small space between our mouths.

"Damn."  I force the word out through my strangled breaths, and he crashes his lips to mine, taking them with conviction and purpose, while grinding his beating buddy against me. Unconciously, I want to rip his clothes off, but this most certainly isn't making love, not that I would even dream of complaining.

"Why aren't you wearing a dress?" he asks irritably, between plunging his tongue in and out urgently.

It would be around my waist by now and he would be inside me.

"I don't have much dress," I've run out my dress. Because I'm not someone who wear dress so much.

Then he m.o.a.ns into my mouth.

"We shall buy only dresses tomorrow," He thrusts his h.i.p.s forward and upwards, colliding with and rubbing against my core.

I sigh in pure, pleasure.

"Lol. Okay," I reach down between us and unfasten his belt.

When he breaks away from my lips and rolls his damp forehead over mine, his eyes shining with approval as his lips part. I rub the back of my palm over his trousers, feeling him twitch and jerk under my touch while I run a trail across his bottom lip with my tongue.

Slowly unzipping him, I reach in to free his raging hard on, then take a firm grip at the base, squeezing lightly.

He closes his eyes tight.

"Mouth." he commands gently.

Shitting over hideous self, I'm totally on board. Right now I really can't get enough of him. I was rampant with need for him to work his magic on me and eradicate all of the day's crap.

The elevator doors open onto the penthouse foyer and I'm never more relieved that it's the only lift that comes up to the top floor. In common sense, I slide my back down the wall until I'm crouched in front of him, but his hot, throbbing things is not the only thing that has woken my l.u.s.t and desire. But his vicious scar catches my eyes immediately.

This untold scar, I've made a pact with myself to not ask anymore, but I can't help my curiosity, especially after what Assistant Yu said. I look up at him, finding his arms rigid and braced against the wall above my head, his eyes on me.

"Wifey. What are you waiting for?" he asks me as he thrusting his h.i.p.s forward impatiently.

All the thoughts of his scars expelled as I remember the last time I took him like this  how brutal he was.

Will he be like that again?

I drag my eyes away from his stare and flex my grip on his throbbing things. When I reaching forward, I lap up the leaking bead of c.u.m from his swollen crown and slowly draw my hand forward, hearing him m.o.a.n low in his throat, his h.i.p.s shaking slightly.

Of course, I know that he wants to charge forward into my mouth. But now I need to take a mental ready before that. I never did such a thing before but I need to try.

Oh whatever. I can do it.

His breathing quickens with each lazy stroke I draw, his lower abdomen rising and falling before my eyes. When I hear him curse, I wickedly lap at his balls before gliding my tongue slowly but firmly up the underside, rising on my legs slightly to ensure I reach the very tip.

"Take fullest my dear," he pants.

When I'm aware of the door on the elevator closing again and then Feng Teng reaching over, slamming his fist against the button before returning his hand to the wall behind me.

Wrapping my lips around his head, I circle my tongue slowly, delicately. Instantly I feel his shudders. God, I love doing this to him.

And I love hearing his is pleasure sounds from his mouth, even all the reactions from his body, I'm so addicted.

In that moment, I waiting for his unlimited surge forward, but it doesn't come.

I know, he's struggling as I can feel his tenseness seeping into my body from our contact. I look at him, I can see his h.i.p.s shaking slightly in front of me. In mission, I put him out of his misery and take him deep into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.

In fast he lets out a suppressed bark as I pull back, then lap slowly and take him again. But this time, his h.i.p.s surge forward and with my head against the wall, there is no retreating space. He moves his hands to cup the back of my head, padding me as he powers forward on a shout, throwing his head back and driving in and out of my mouth purposefully.

Unconciously, I  gag reflex to working hard. Letting my hands drift around his h.i.p.s to find his tight arse, clasping my fingernails into his flesh.

"Babe,harder!" His voice is severe when I dig in harder.

"I love you lady," He continues with his drives, and I know he's close.

I put my one hand off a cheek and reach between his thighs to wrap my fist around his things.

"Holy shit!" he yelps, pulling out to wrap his own fist around the base.

"Keep hold and open your mouth." His eyes drill into me.

Damn it! I do what he told me, keeping my tight grip of his heavy sack and opening my mouth, maintaining our eye contact. He pistons his fist back and forth, the muscles in his neck bulging, and on a stifled cry, he rests the broad head of his things on my lower lip and releases into me.

Later, he strokes slow and I loosen my vice lock around his sack, dragging my hand, palm up, between his thighs until I meet his slow caresses. Curls up my hand around his fist and we work him down together as I lap up the salty essence of him pouring into my mouth.

"Babe, I want one of those every day for the rest of my life." His face is poker straight, his voice deadly serious, and I hope he means from me.

"Only from you. Accepted," he adds, as if reading my mind.

I smile and return my attention to his steel length that is still contracting through both of our hands. Circling and lick, as ensuring I've got every last bit of him, and then drop a tender kiss on the very things.

His fingers flex and I release him.

"Babe, come here." He pulls me up against his chest.

"From today onwards, all my body is yours and yours is mine alone," he says quietly as he nuzzles my nose with his.

"Okay," I reach down to start tucking him back in and refastening his pants..

He lets me finish securing him, and then grabs my hand, pulling me out of the elevator towards our penthouse door.

"That was a complete waste of time. They'll be off as soon as I get you inside." He says shamelessly.

Oh, God!

He lets us in and the smell of something lovely invades my nostrils.

"Hey, that smell," I completely forgot about dinner.

Thank God, I didn't forgot to turned the oven off, or else our floor would get burn.

As he leads me into the kitchen and releases my hand to grab an oven glove. He pulls out an over cooked lasagna and dumps it on the side, shaking his head.

"Mrs.Feng, I've paid thousand Yuan for a housekeeper to cook for us

But you still manage to burn the meals," He looks at me with an arched brow.