Cornered by the CEO

Chapter 169: Taking the Towel Off *

[Warning: Lots of wild snu snu in this chapter. Please skip if it's not your cup of tea!]

"Will there be marks?" she asked with concern. She had clothes that could reveal a lot of those marks. She would have to think about her wardrobe choices in the future.

"All over your body. You will be sore for days." Mo Qingchen's wicked smirk was back.

She fell across his lap with her arms above her head. "Go ahead!"

Mo Qingchen looked down at her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Her heart raced as she waited for him to pounce. She closed her eyes, wanting to be taken off guard. The thrill of it would be such a rush that she waited with anticipation for what felt like an hour before she slowly opened her eyes.

He was watching her intently. "No self-control. You're like a lamb to slaughter."

She lifted off his lap in a flash. "My god. Why are you such a control freak? Do you ever lighten up?"

"Rarely." He pushed up off the bed and stood above her. "Definitely not tonight."

His finely constructed personality was firmly in place. But so was his freshly showered body. He looked so smug that he remained in full control. Qian Meng wanted nothing more than to shake him up.

She reached out and pulled him close by swiftly tugging on his waist. He swayed slightly. Her gaze darted up to his and a naughty smile flashed across her lips. With speedy fingers, she undid the knot of his towel.

She discarded it in one powerful move. His body stiffened.

Everywhere.

Call her crazy, but seeing him like that felt like a huge victory and she wasn't using the word huge lightly. There was nothing little about the dragon's hidden cub.

She was an awful person for not bothering about anything else than making him lose control.

"Wow, where did you get that towel? How did it hold up for so long?" she asked with fascination. Her fingers wrapped around his fully aroused cock as she spoke.

He grunted before clearing his throat. "What are you doing?" Mo Qingchen's voice was strained but stern.

She did her best lamb impression before engulfing the tip in her mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned.

She had no idea what she was doing. She had done some internet searches, but she had to get a feel for what he liked. It would definitely take some experimentation. She was up for the challenge, though.

She teased him little by little, sucking on the head and then trying to drop down full hilt. Qian Meng realized that her gag reflex seemed to not work. He let out a low growl when she pulled off, his eyes black.

Her fingers moved to explore his most precious jewels. He liked things rough. One didn't have to know him well to figure that out. Qian Meng nibbled lightly on the outer rim of the head, giving his balls a firm squeeze and then a hard massage.

Mo Qingchen's breathing became heavier, but he still had his walls up. She wanted him to let go and feel. With renewed determination, she opened her mouth and sucked him in and then released him over and over before she pulled her head back with a loud pop as her lips left him.

"Now I know what you meant when you said I was delicious," she began thoughtfully. "You are delicious, too!" She smiled up with him with dripping wet lips. "But maybe you're right. I should have more self-control." She frowned and let out a heavy sigh as she leaned down to pick the towel up once again.

"Don't," the word left Mo Qingchen's lips in a pained whisper.

"Oh?" she paused, holding the towel, barely having picked it up.

Mo Qingchen's gaze dropped down to her. "Don't stop." His eyes begged.

"If you insist." She let the towel go, dropping it back on the floor.

If you asked her why, she couldn't give a reason other than that she was led my instinct and insanity. But she leaned in between his legs and bit down on his inner thigh as hard as she could.

Qian Meng wanted to mark him. Maybe she did need a lesson in self-control. She would have to deal with that later because the boob muncher smashed his walls down faster than a snake could strike.

Mo Qingchen reached down and gripped the back of her head firmly. His fingers wound their way into Qian Meng's hair.

"Are you hungry, Qian Meng?" His deep voice sounded different. She couldn't decipher what it held.

"Famished," she replied, a bolt of adrenaline shooting through her.

Her eyes raised up to his, expecting to find his wicked smirk or a devilish gleam in his eyes, but she found neither. His generally hardened jaw had loosened. His usually stern eyes were hooded and clear. It took her a moment to recognize it.

His walls were down. The only other time she had seen it was when he slept. He certainly wasn't sleeping at that moment.

"Open," he commanded. And she did just as he asked.

The scene changed. No longer was Qian Meng taunting him or he resisting. He opened up and he was without abandon. He pushed his cock deep down her throat with absolute lack of thought. He lost all self-control. Qian Meng welcomed it with open arms.

Well, open mouth if we wanted to get technical about it.

Qian Meng wondered if she should have tried the traditional route of talking about their emotions, but where was the fun in that?

The grunts and growls coming from him fed her insatiable appetite to help him feel, to truly feel a connection with another person. She couldn't lie, the fact that she was that person made her heart leap.

She was a horrible singer but she could use it if need be. She put on quite a show. Humming one;s heart out with a cock hitting the back of your throat wasn't as easy as one might think, but she nailed it. Thank god for the internet.

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