Chapter 152 Consensual Competition? (R18) Part 1

"Xue Ning, I have an idea," Jingwei began cheekily as he continued to finger her, relishing in her sweet muffled moans. "Do you want to bet with me?"

"What bet?" Xue Ning choked out as she tried her best to focus on her task, something made exponentially harder by the fact that Jingwei was nibbling at her earlobes, causing her to shudder with pleasure.

She briefly remembered that their last proposed bet idea; it was about him seducing her. There was no point to that bet, that ship had already left the harbour - there was no way she was going to return to abstinence when she discovered her ticket to toe-curling orgasms was just next to her!

Of course, she wasn't going to let Jingwei know that yet. His ego would grow exponentially. She rather let him sweat for a while longer.

"Bet you can't get my shirt off before I get you to come," Jingwei said wickedly, a challenging glint in his eyes as he curled his fingers again to stroke Xue Ning's g-spot.

"You…ah … think too highly… of… yourself," Xue Ning panted even as her eyes fluttered shut at the delicious pleasure that radiated through her. "Bring it on."

Jingwei didn't hesitate; he immediately pinned her against the wall and devoured her mouth, a hand squeezing her breast while the other earnestly teased her pussy. Xue Ning grabbed at his shirt to give it as good as she got - refusing to be completely dominated by his kiss.

She nipped his lips and eagerly kissed back, mirroring Jingwei's tongue. Her hands stroked the hard planes of his chest, tweaking his nipples as a form of revenge. Jingwei jolted but then proceeded to do the same to her, causing her to moan.

"Darling, don't forget my buttons," Jingwei panted out as Xue Ning grinded on this still-clothed cock. "You're supposed to -"

Xue Ning smirked, she pushed him slightly away. She looked at him carefully, admiring how the sheer white shirt clung against his muscles. The blood stains were now fading after he spent so much time getting drenched. She gently stroked those muscles at the parts where the blood splatters were in apology.

His shirt was a good expensive shirt. She accidentally ruined it once when Jingwei hugged her, completely forgetting that her hands and clothes were bloody, and now she would deal the finishing blow.

Jingwei raised his eyebrow, wondering what Xue Ning would do next. She had a strangely contemplative glint in her eyes, and that stilled his hand in her.

Nothing would prepare him for the sight of Xue Ning grabbing his shirt by the collar and ripping it with her bare hands!

He gasped in surprise, and he felt his pants get uncomfortably tighter, as though his cock was trying to remind Xue Ning that it was still there, trapped within fabric that she could also tear apart too.

He never had this kink with other women, but apparently Xue Ning was an exception! He suddenly felt the urge to clad himself in Armani suits just to watch her strong arms rip them apart to unveil his naked body, as though he was a present for her.

All the buttons were heartlessly ripped from his shirt, and they clattered and rolled all over the shower stall. One even ended up stuck in the drain cover.

"There," Xue Ning said smugly, grinning delightedly at him as she eyed his bare chest appreciatively. "Shirt is gone."

How else could Jingwei respond other than kissing her adoringly and finger-fucking her furiously to orgasm? His wife was such a minx, so smart, so strong, so determined to win.

Their bodies fell back together like magnets of opposite poles, and soon they were both moaning in pleasure. Jingwei had tossed his own shirt on the floor, and only his lower half was still clothed, a fact that Xue Ning couldn't forget, for the tent in his pants was severely distracting.

"Are you going to take off your pants?" She asked curiously, her palm stroking his clothed cock, loving the way it seemed to jump to attention in her hands.

"Aren't you going to help me take them off?" Jingwei retorted breathlessly as he playfully nipped at the sensitive skin on the curve of her neck, his other hand deliberately rubbing her clit. "Don't think I forgot about our bet."

"The bet…ah… mentioned your shirt… only," Xue Ning argued through moans. She eyed his bulge with a small amount of trepidation. She had never done this before after all, and part of her was apprehensive about what would happen.

Were they going to fuck in the shower? They had no condoms.

,m Was she going to pleasure him with her hands or mouth?

She didn't know how to do that either!

"Hey hey.. Relax. The pants don't need to come off if you're not comfortable," Jingwei said reassuringly.

Xue Ning gave him a wary glance, as though she couldn't believe his words. He wondered what she had experienced that would make her so distrustful! Hopefully it wasn't because of some bastard that wouldn't take no for an answer. Jingwei would have him assassinated.

"...You're serious?" Xue Ning asked cautiously. Men usually didn't… please women without expecting something in return. She had heard enough rumours back in the countryside, and working in the club had only confirmed this opinion as fact. "You won't get upset if I don't… suck you off?"

Jingwei choked; his cock hardened at the thought of her sweet mouth and obscenely red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him in as she gazed up at him with those lovely eyes of hers - he hurriedly shook his head, both to get rid of the mental image, and to convince Xue Ning of his words.

"I'm serious!" Jingwei insisted, coming closer to rub her back. Xue Ning blinked at the innocent touch. "Listen, me giving you an orgasm is a reward for me! There's no need for… repayment. Or whatever you're thinking of."

Xue Ning still gave him a disbelieving look. That went against everything she had learnt about men, especially rich men! Was Sun Jingwei being serious?