Chapter 233 - 233 I'm Finish

Oh no! I'm melting.

"Now kiss me, my wife," He commands as he is own of my body and soul.

As if I was in his chanting, obediently I purse my lips but my mind shakes my head, as much my sense was still left on my brain, using all the strength I left, I trying to get my arms free.

"THREE!" he begins counting again and I on the spot freeze, my mouth dropping open in shock.

This time he brushes his lips gently over mine.

"TWO!" He added the number.

NO! This is ridiculous.

And how dare he orders me like this. But he could just kiss me, without counting but I know he only wants to make me surrender willingly.

He wants to make me submit willingly and he knows my treacherous body is screaming for him as I'm desperately trying hard to resist all his tempting.

"ONE!" His lips meet mine again.

Wei Lin gets yourself alert.

Turning my head away and wriggle desperately to fighting him off.

"I won't let you order me as you please time. I won't!" I scream with all of my heart.

He shouts a frustrated yell and then he releases his grip, Ito his chest to immediately I push him away.

We both now in battle, my flaying hands beating him away from grasp my body as he tries to grab at my wrists.

"Wei Lin!" he yells, before securing me and spinning me around.

Oh, God. I don't know why I'm doing this. I already know that I would never be able to win him, even though he is handling me with love. I know he is but still, my emotion has conquered all my sane. So I'm stupidly touching his bottom line.

"YOU F**KING ENOUGH, LADY!" He yells loudly.

Still, I won't back down! SO I just ignore his rage as adrenalin keep hitting me to continue fighting him off.

"My wife is F**KING stubborn!" he shouts, immediately taking me down to the floor and securing me under his body.

"Now you are LOCKED!" He snarls.

SHIT!

I heave under him, all my muscle aching, and my heart beating wildly in my chest.

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really hate him now!

Calming myself down a moment before opening my eyes. My eyes directly facing a perplexed look on his face.

It seems like he doesn't know how to handle me anymore as I'm losing all my control completely.

We know how much our body and soul have attached each other. Unknowingly, we stare at each other, both of us panting from the exertion of our nonstop battle physically. But our love and need are stronger than emotion.

Just then our connected body taking over us fast. Our mouths crashing together, our tongues battling urgently.

Now I'm finished in his embrace. Feng Teng releasing a m.o.a.ning his and unclasp grip from my wrists. Moving his hand to grip my hair carefully in his hands as he tackles my mouth with as much force as I'm taking his.

This is our possessive kiss. Only we can feel what it is.

Not caring for anything anymore! I'm reinforcing my claim over him and trying to make him see how much I love him.  Just having the thought of he with other women around, could make me just as crazy mad as he always did.  

I love him too much, it's seemed like I have builds a possessiveness over him just like what he has to me and I wants him to know that.

Then his hand finds my b.r.e.a.s.t and grabs me hard through my dress, he kneading and squeezing hard as he groans.

My tongue aches, my lips are becoming sore, but neither one of us is not letting each other go.

We're both trying to make a point here. My hands move from his biceps to his head, and I yank his hair before applying pressure, pushing him into y body. I'm fizzing all over, burning up completely as I write on the floor under him, now making I damn successful marking my ownership on him.

And then he rolls us over and my lips parted from him, using my hand drifting down his suit covered his torso until I reach the zipper of his trousers.

In fast I yank it down and make a quick move to releasing him, his buddy slipping away, my hand wrapping around his shaft without a stop. I won't let him stop me ever.

In a complete frenzied mess, my mouth coats him and I take him all of the way, no soft caressing, no light licks or teasing strokes. I attack him, frantic and desperate.

"F.u.c.k!" he barks.

And when I feel him hit the back of my throat.

"F.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k!" He roars.

Trying to use all my strength, I don't gag or heave. Continuing I thrust him into my mouth repeatedly, nonstop squeezing his base and reaching between his thighs to grasp his heavy sacks.

Pressing it hard and merciless!

"Oh, GOD!" His h.i.p.s fly up.

"Babe!" His hands find my head and yanks at my hair.

And I not sure if he's begging me or scolding me at my work on him.

But do I care? Continue, my concentrate on reinforcing to his in my full desperation for him, I working on him fast and harshly. I could feel his flesh feeling silky on the insides of my mouth, the friction from the speed of my work on him is heating us both at the same time.

"Don't stop!" he orders, his h.i.p.s meeting mine at every move.

My cheeks start aching, but I don't where the power I get from my strength keeps advancing.

And then I recognise the signature expanding in my mouth and his breathing becoming heavier and his fist gets tightening in my hair.

Releasing my m.o.a.n around him as I increasing my iron grip on his buddy before moving my other hand under his shirt.

I grab his nipps, squeezing hard. Inrush his bellow, his groin shoots up and he pushes my head down onto him, his tip pushing against the back of my throat.