Cornered by the CEO

Chapter 362: I Want to Look at You *

Chapter 362: I Want to Look at You *

[Warning: Yes. Read at your own risk. Snu snu ahead.]

"Don't come," he ordered as if reading her mind.

"I can't," she panted. "I'm going to…" And then he pulled out of her abruptly. "What are you doing?" she asked desperately. "Don't stop!"

"Get up." He moved off her and she was left dumbfounded. She looked at him, bewildered. "Come here, baby."

She started to push herself up. It was difficult with her shaking legs. But she managed to get up onto her knees and looked over to find Mo Qingchen sitting, with his back against the headboard.

She complained.

"Come here. Sit on me. I want you to look at me when you come."

She finally understood. She crawled her way over to him and scrambled to straddle his lap. He placed his hand on her hips and guided her as she lined himself up against his throbbing length. She was swift in her movement and sank down. She was so set that she was practically dripping. To the point that he slid into position without her trying.

"Don't move," he said when she started to. He stopped her with a firm hand on her hips. "Just look at me. Just feel me."

He had started out the night thinking about his own pleasure, but when he felt her ripple around him, he suddenly remembered that he couldn't not look into her face. She wanted to give him that. Not only himself.

She sat there on him, her legs around his waist and his length buried inside her body as deep as he could go. She looked into his eyes and she never felt more loved.

She touched his face, running her fingers down his defined cheekbone and then across his lips. He twitched inside her and she sighed. They were just as close as two bodies could get but it just never was enough with this man.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

Qingchen turned his face as one hand reached up to hold the back of her neck. He brought her face to his. She caught his lower lip between her teeth and stroked the curve of it with her tongue. His groan was so erotic that it made her pussy clench, earning her a second one.

His hand slid up her stomach to touch her breast. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she arched her back, crying desperately. There was a direct line of pleasure from where he tugged and to her core.

"So soft," he mumbled with wonder as his lips worked their way down to her neck. She didn't know if he was talking to her breasts again or to her.

She hummed as she held onto him. She was drunk with love and lust, her eyelids heavy. He sucked gently on her throat. It was a vicious cycle.

"You're going to make me cum if you squeeze me like that."

"Yes please," she said in response.

"Is that what you want, my goddess? To feel me cum inside you?"

She nodded.

His hand held her back firmly so that she could lean back. Instinctively, his lips kept their way down her throat, down her collarbone, and caught her nipple in his mouth. She arched back to him, her chest heaving. She clenched around him again and again, sending her into a vortex as she set off into one hell of an orgasm.

Qian Meng threw her head back as she cried out in pleasure. She was sure that her whole body would have fallen back if not for Qingchen holding onto her. She held onto his arms, her nails digging into his biceps as she anchored herself. When the second wave of pleasure began to roll through her body, Mo Qingchen tensed and then with a forceful grunt, came inside her.

He relaxed back against the headboard and pulled her with him so that she could cool down. She fell limply into his embrace, her face turned into his neck, panting.

His hand rubbed soothingly down her back. He turned his head to kiss her forehead and she closed her eyes.

"I should get off you," she whispered, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence. "But I don't think I can move my legs."

"That's okay," he said as he smoothed back the hair from her face. "Stay here for a while."

So, she did. She stayed on his lap with him inside her and her face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He smelled like her favorite things on the planet. Mo Qingchen and sex. The only combination that went together. She couldn't get enough of it.

"Look outside, Qian Meng," she said suddenly.

She pulled back from his neck to sit up a little. She turned her head in the other direction and looked outside. The sun was on the rise.

"It's beautiful," she said in wonder. Another sunrise with Mo Qingchen.

"It's okay."

Qian Meng turned her head to look at him again, quirking her eyebrows questioningly. She was floored at his response.

"It is beautiful," he conceded. "But the way you are glowing right now… The sunrise isn't the breathtaking thing I am looking at."

Again, the wind knocked out of her. She was getting used to his uninhibited words of passion. But this… how does one get used to it?

She leaned forward again. "Mr. Mo, I can unleash my sweet talk too, you know!"

"Tell me then."

"You make me glow," she said without hesitation. "You called me a goddess, but I think you made me that way. The feeling is mutual, believe me."

She started to lift herself off him. "Let me." He helped her lift-off and she swung her leg around so that she could lie down again. She lay facing the outside and Qingchen quickly took his place behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him until he was spooning her.

She bent one leg swiftly in front of her, the way she liked to sleep, and settled against him until she was comfortable.