Cornered by the CEO

Chapter 237: Good at Talking Dirty *

"Well, are you going to get on with it, or are you going to stand there and finger fuck me all night?" She didn't have a crass mouth, but in these situations with him, she always found herself matching his filthy language.

"Impatient?"

"No. I am sure it's a great view." She arched her back a little so that her ass stuck out a little more.

The added bonus was Mo Qingchen's fingers slipping further inside her. He turned those fingers clockwise with a flick of his wrist and then curled them up. But she was bent over. It didn't have the intended impact. Usually, when someone curled their finger inside a girl, it was with the purpose of trying to find that sweet spot that would make her explode.

But in this position, it with the back wall. She was overcome with a feeling of fullness she had not expected.

"Uh…" she grunted in surprise, moving to grip the railing in front of her in her hands instead of leaning against it on her forearm. She heard Mo Qingchen chuckle.

"Such a tight little pussy. I don't know how you're going to manage what I have in store for you," he said, continuing to thrust his fingers into her. He was slow and deliberate, just keeping the friction without giving her a satisfactory level of pleasure.

"I don't know what you mean." Sarcasm was her weapon. "I've told you… I have a loose vagina. No problem here!"

"Who is it you are trying to convince?" he asked provocatively. "It's not working on me because I have my fingers buried deep inside you right now. I can feel how tight you are. I can feel how much you want me. So much that my hand is wet up to my wrist. You're soaking wet for me." And he hadn't even started.

"Don't exaggerate." Qian Meng felt a fresh flood of wetness pool between her legs. She spread her legs further and Mo Qingchen moaned softly when he felt how his words had affected her.

Qian Meng wanted to scream. If they were going to fuck, he just had to get on with it. It was pure torture at this point.

"Do you want to be fucked, Qian Meng?" It was like he was a mind reader.

But Mo Qingchen loved to talk dirty.

Mo Qingchen was good at talking dirty.

"Do you want me to answer that? Where did all your confidence go?" she bit back. It was not the best thing to do.

"Oh, I am confident. I know that you want to be fucked. I just want to hear it on your pretty lips."

Qian Meng sighed and weighed her options. Everything was a game with Mo Qingchen. And she wasn't one to evade a challenge. If someone wanted to play games with her, she rarely could walk away. The logical thing would be just to say what he wanted and get it over with. But she wanted to play.

She wanted to play to win.

"Maybe I don't want to be fucked," she feigned thoughtfulness.

"Then why don't you explain why my hand is dripping wet right now?"

"I peed?" she tried. "Excess sweating of your hands?"

He threw his head back in laughter behind her. The pulses of his laughter traveled to his finger, still embedded in her tight channel. She bit down on her lip to stop from sighing.

He slid his fingers out abruptly, leaving her frowning and feeling a little empty.

Qian Meng prepared her protest and was about to announce it when she realized why the fingers had left her. His hand dipped lower to stroke her clit. The new friction was delicious and made her jump with delight.

She was ready to surrender.

Mo Qingchen was right; she had no self-control.

"I want to be fucked," she blurted out, breathing heavily.

"Good girl," he cooed happily, withdrawing his hand completely.

Mo Qingchen sighed and she heard him shuffling behind her for a moment. He took off his boxers and stepped forward again. His body was pressed flush against her and once again, Qian Meng could feel his erection rub against her lower back. This time, however, the silky skin of his cock rubbed against her. It seemed to have grown even harder.

"You could cut diamonds with that hard-on," she said under her breath and then froze. If Mo Qingchen had heard that snide comment, he didn't give attention to it. He moved his cock across her skin, brushing it against her back, her ass, and her thighs. He, then, focused on just her thighs, rubbing the head back and forth over her wet and waiting sex.

At the back of Qian Meng's mind, she was sure that all the teasing and excitement would ebb away the moment he pushed inside her. It wouldn't be as good as she anticipated.

"Mo Qingchen, stop teasing me. I said it out loud! Just fuck me already." Only the lapping of the water could be heard. And with that, he pushed into her pliant body.

"Ah!" she yelled.

He stilled immediately. "What? What's wrong?" he asked, sounding taken aback and genuinely concerned. "Are you okay?"

"No!" she groaned. "You couldn't warn me that you have a monster cock? You almost slew me with your raging spear." She wanted to pat herself on the back for the dragon metaphors but now was not the time.

Mo Qingchen found humor in the situation. He laughed as he rubbed her hip soothingly. "I told you that you will struggle to take my cock. You had it in your mouth before, what did you expect?"

"I have an ungentlewomanly mouth. I take big bites and gobble down my food. But my vagina is a different story. I didn't realize…" she pouted.

He tugged at the end of her hair and pressed his chest to her back. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked casually, but Qian Meng could hear the strain in his voice.

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