The Male Protagonist K*dnapped the Wrong Person - 18
Chapter 18 - "It hurts"
Sang Ruo turned around and asked him, but the man's eyes
darkened, and he suddenly picked her up, gritted his teeth and said in her ear:
"Can you stop seducing me?!"
She frowned and wondered: "I just asked you if you were thirsty...?"
Qin Zheng took a deep breath, pushed her against the
mirror, held her with one hand and then shook his trembling hands, finally
touching the small breasts that had been tempting him.
It was so tender and his hands were covered with calluses
that he almost didn't dare to put any force on her for fear of scratching her.
He took her breast out of her bra and took it in one big
hand, massaging it.
Sang Ruo laid obediently on his shoulder, not asking him anything, no
longer caring if he was thirsty or not.
Her n*pples moved around in his palm, changing places every
time he rubbed them. Qin Zheng exerted a little force, leaving red fingerprints
on her breasts.
Not satisfied, he finally took the tip of her n*pple
between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it carefully.
Sang Ruo whimpered softly, just like a kitten.
Qin Zheng took a breath, leaned close to her ear, and
coaxed her: "Don’t make a sound."
She hummed softly and ignoring his request.
Qin Zheng laughed, and kept moving his hands to capture her
lips from the side of her face.
He kissed her for the first time. The girl's lips were soft
but cold, but his were hot, just enough to warm her.
He took her small mouth into his, then invaded her without
any refusal, stirring her mouth.
His tongue wrapped around hers, tugging at her.
Sang Rou’s breathing became heavier.
When he heard her swallowing, Qin Zheng finally released
her from his firm hold without letting go of her lips. He looked extremely
fierce: "Don't make any sound."
The girl's eyes were dim and she nodded slightly.
After receiving her response, Qin Zheng couldn't wait to
lift her up so that the center of her leg was right against his lower abdomen.
The ferocious beast in his heart had long been released,
and in this position, he lowered his head and took her released breast into his
mouth.
He swallowed her breast with big mouthfuls, coating it with
saliva, and kept making ambiguous slurping sounds.
Her n*pples quietly stood up, and he noticed it, so he took
the small n*pple in his mouth and sucked the milk like a baby.
There was mist in Sang Rou’s eyes. She held his head because her legs were boneless and she was afraid of falling.
Qin Zheng let out a muffled laugh, and with his big,
knuckled hands, he took out her other breast and rubbed it again and again in
the same way.
The stubble on his chin scraped her delicate breasts,
making them feel raw and sensitive.
Under Qin Zheng’s relentless mouth, Sang Ruo stood up,
moved slightly away, and said dissatisfiedly: "It hurts."
Qin Zheng was stunned, but he couldn't bear to let go of
the breast in his mouth, and said vaguely: "I didn't even bite it."
She was unable to resist him, so she pushed his head back to her breasts and continued to breastfeed him.
After a while, Qin Zheng went back on his words. He
couldn't help but grind the tip of her n*pple with his teeth, biting one side
until it turned red before letting go.
When it was the other side's turn, Sang Ruo felt a little
aggrieved: "Your stubble hurts."
Qin Zheng raised his head to look at her, and touched his
chin. It did feel a bit rough, but there was nothing he could do about it now,
after all, he had not taken care of himself for three days.
He comforted her: "Be good."
This time he paid attention and was careful not to rub her
with his stubble. Instead, he held her breasts with one hand as if squeezing
them, and then sucked the n*pples with his mouth.
Both of her n*pples were red and swollen from his sucking,
and their flesh was covered with fingerprints and saliva.
His arms holding her were tight, and his c*ck poked
her little ass.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door: "Is everything
alright?"
Qin Zheng trembled and stopped as if waking up from a
dream.
man is down. I repeat man is down!!!
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