Cornered by the CEO

Chapter 175: A Morning Greeting *

Chapter 175: A Morning Greeting *

[Warning: The chapter has a volcanic explosion of smutty goodness. Read at your own risk. You might need a pillow to cry into after reading it.]

He was a man who took responsibility. Of course, he needed to make her feel better.

He inched closer to her and tucked her hair behind her ears before sliding down. The girl was wearing one of his shirts and just her panties like she was waiting to pounce on him the moment he got inside the room.

How unfortunate that he had too much work and missed out on her innovative approaches.

That being said, he hooked his finger on either side of her hips and pulled her panties down.

"Turnabout is only fair," he whispered with a devious smile. With the panties down to her ankles, he hurriedly removed them and flung them across the room.

Useless things, he thought to himself.

Yun Qian Meng floated in her sleep. Warmth seeped into her. She groaned in her sleep and rubbed her thighs together before settling back.

Mo Qingchen chuckled. "What are you dreaming about?" he asked, knowing well what it could be. That little mewl from her mouth meant that she was doing the dirty in her sleep. Can't leave her hanging, he thought before leaning in.

The warmth that spread over her limbs carried tension, a sort of need that rippled in her belly. Qian Meng flipped open her eyes as she felt the jolt against her center. She was surely in a bed that smelled familiar, but what was this morning greeting?

When did her dreams become this vivid?

Strong hands held her thighs spread while a tongue moved with slow and deliberate strokes up her slit.

Mo Qingchen watched her as he took her into his mouth. Those black eyes pinned her in place as he moved his mouth against her. As his tongue flicked at her quickly swelling clit, she gasped and flung her head to the side, pressing her face into the pillow.

"Awake?" Mo Qingchen asked her in a pleasant but coy fashion.

She didn't respond.

He took her clit into his mouth, sucking at it hungrily as she jerked her hips up into his face. He moved a hand to her abdomen, pressing her back down on the bed, taking full control of her movements.

Then, he continued to tease. He moved his mouth down her slit, sending shivers through her as he moved back up to flick at her clit.

She rode the waves, the pleasure roiling through her, rising and falling, going higher still, but then back down to the ground. He treated the minute she closed in to the peak. Her skin turned into pure lava; every nerve ending and every gasp measuring the seconds until she came.

He bit down on her clit ever so lightly before moving back to his movements. Qian Meng only craved more. She wanted more pressure, faster strokes… anything to release the tension that had built up in her body.

She was sure she was going to go mad from it.

As he once again drew his mouth from her swollen nub, he peppered her thighs with soft kisses. One of his hands let her thigh go and he softly caressed the flesh of her inner thigh, letting her feel the shock waves in her veins.

Qian Meng let out a frustrated growl and tried to buck her hips. Suddenly his hand crawled under the shirt and stopped at her nipple. He took it between his fingers and twisted. She screamed, writhing under him.

She arched off the bed wanting to jerk away from the sudden sting. But it only strung her higher.

The fire that pooled in her stomach travelled to her breasts and straight to her center.

She felt another bout of wetness between her legs.

A low whimper rose in her throat as he rolled the nipple between his fingers. His other hand moved to her pussy, thumb moving slowly in cirles around her clit. She shuddered under his ministrations.

She thrust her hip into his hand. In punishment, he twisted her nipple once again. It was a vicious cycle: a cycle that only made her burn hotter. His hand moved to her other nipple.

He flicked it and she again bucked underneath him, desperate and wild for release.

"Look at me," he commanded. Her eyes flew open and she turned her head to look at him. He was staring intently at her, pinching one of her nipples as he did so.

She moaned, beginning to close her eyes again, but he twisted the nipple savagely.

"Look at me," he ordered again, his voice rumbling in warning. She panted but matched his gaze. She shuddered when he softly caressed her clit again. The contrast of the sting of her breasts with the too-soft rubbing made for a piece of art.

He held her gaze. When he was satisfied that she wasn't closing her eyes again, he began moving his finger faster against the swollen nub. He swiped over her clit, tapping lightly against it. He didn't wait as he slid a finger insider her and began a slow rhythm, sliding in and out of her as his other hand fondled her breast.

He took her higher and higher, still pinning her under his gaze. The moment her eyes threatened to close, he'd pinch her nipple in warning, forcing her eyes to flicker open to stare right at him.

Faster and faster he moved and she felt the climax begin. She dared not close her eyes. Knowing this horrible man, he would move away the instant she closed her eyes and rob her of her orgasm.

She choked as the tension exploded within her.

His eyes looked positively animalistic as he watched her writhe under his hands. He dropped his head back to her convulsing pussy and took her clit back into his mouth, his tongue hungry and lapping at her, drawing her orgasm out further and further.

Mo Qingchen finally allowed her to buck against him, her thighs closed around his head and she pressed urgently into his face. He carried her over the waves as she pushed her voice back.