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Jing Yuan wouldn’t let you run from him. He’d be damned if you were able to run from him. He’d rather die than let you get away from him as he enjoyed himself in between your legs. He yanked you back to him by wrapping an arm around each thigh so he could keep burying his face into your cunt, shoving his tongue back into your cunt to taste you once more. You tasted like the finest drink he had ever had. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, nose sometimes brushing against your clit, and you let out a loud moan as your husband went back to lapping at you like he’d die if he didn’t have his face right up to your cunt.
“Please, please!” you whined out, trying to twist out of his hold, whimpering. You didn’t know whether it was because you wanted more or because you were so overstimulated that you did want to run away from him.
Jing Yuan had been eating you out for what felt like hours—orgasm after orgasm he drew out from you, and you were exhausted even if you were riding high from all the pleasure he was enthusiastically giving you. The unending pleasure clouded your mind; only broken sporadically by the overstimulation your husband had put you through.
“Sorry, love. I just need to keep going,” he groaned against your pussy. “You taste so good.” As if to support his point, he had you grind his face by moving your lower body purely with his own strength, and you just let him without a second thought. You merely moved as he did to make it easier, trusting that he would take care of you. He made sure that his nose would brush against your nub as much as he could, as you moaned each time he did so.
Jing Yuan then tried to shove his tongue deeper into you, taking his tongue back out to lick at your folds a few times, before shoving his tongue back into you. Rinse and repeat. He pulled back a moment, letting go of one of your thighs, and giving a few quick slaps against your clit, which was enough to send you over the edge.
You wailed, eyes rolling back into your head as an orgasm rolled through you. Your body shook as your ears rang for a moment, as all you could feel was pleasure. He had drawn out so many orgasms from you since the two of you started that you squirted. He moaned as he drank your juices; it had gotten all over his face, neck, and part of your shared bed.
You unconsciously tried to buck your hips towards Jing Yuan’s face, much to his delight. “That’s it, love. You’re doing so well. Such a good girl,” he teased you, yet he kept lapping at you as you writhed in pleasure. His pupils blown as he took in how wrecked you looked as he gave you another orgasm.
Jing Yuan wrapped his lips around your swollen clit and sucked and licked at it, letting go of one of your legs to thrust two fingers into your cunt, easily adding a third due to how wet you were. You were so beautiful, and he couldn’t get enough of you. He curled his fingers in you, and you shrieked at the feeling, hips bucking towards him again. “That’s it, baby. Just ride my face and fingers.” He kept thrusting his fingers as deep as he could, pulling back until only his fingertips were left in you, before thrusting them right back into you. He’d give you all the pleasure he wanted you to have, and a sense of satisfaction overtook him at how much pleasure he could give you and did by only using his hands and mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes, just like that, Jing Yuan,” you kept repeating your husband’s name. You let out a piercing cry as he switched his fingers into rubbing your clit while he started lapping at your cunt again.
Jing Yuan couldn’t get enough of your taste, but he pulled back from you, giving you several seconds of respite, and said, “Just one more orgasm, my love. Then I’ll let you relax, I promise.” He then dove back into burying his face to lick and suck at your cunt while he wrapped both arms around your thighs again, reaching towards your clit and started rubbing it the way that you liked. While he loved teasing you, he liked you feeling so much pleasure that it overstimulated you.
At that, you reached forward and fisted your husband’s hair tightly and did your best to grind against his face, head thrown back and mouth agape—some drool escaped your mouth. You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence at this point. You could only chase your pleasure freely given to you by your husband.
He moaned at your actions and loosened his grip on your thighs, so you could keep going. If he had a choice on how he’d die, he would die between your legs, as you were the one that he could never win against.
Jing Yuan shoved his face more into your cunt, making out with it as messily as he could. He wanted to see if he could make you squirt one more time. He slapped your clit once, twice, and he was rewarded with a loud moan and you bucking your hips again. Jing Yuan could feel your pussy fluttering each time his tongue was in you long enough to feel it. He went back to rubbing at your clit with a slap every ten seconds or so.
“Jing Yuan!” you wailed out your husband’s name as your eyes once more rolled to the back of your head as you squirted again. You shook uncontrollably at the force of your orgasm, almost sobbing as pleasure overtook you.
Jing Yuan moaned like a starved man finally getting to drink something after being dehydrated for days. He drank as much of your juices as he could, his tongue messily trying to catch it all while cleaning you up from your own juices. Yes, he could never get enough of you, and he never would.