Zhan Kai Tian gripped her hips as the tip of his thick, veiny rod impaled her body, welcoming him into a new world, an impossibly perfect, sacred warmth that wrapped around him like destiny itself. Her cunt opened for him in one glistening, slow surrender, slick folds parting as if molded for his shape, her body taking him with an exquisite stretch that made both their mouths fall open at once.
"Ahhh—nnnngh—" Wen Ling's cry escaped her in a breathy, broken moan, eyes fluttering shut for a heartbeat as the crown of his cock breached her, then widened again as she felt every inch pushing deeper. Her spine arched beneath him, her thighs spread wide and trembling on either side of his waist. Her calves hooked loosely around him, heels drawing faint trails across his lower back as she lifted her hips, urging him deeper.
Kai Tian hovered over her, one forearm braced beside her head, the other hand clutching the curve of her hip, thumb pressing hard into the tense line of her waist. His eyes burned as he looked down at her—hair fanned out like a spilled ink wash, chest heaving with every breath, the tips of her breasts flushed and taut, brushing lightly against his chest each time he rocked forward.
He could barely believe it—her body, slick and hot and alive beneath him, wrapping around his cock like it had been waiting for him, it amazed him how Her pussy gripped him, how it could all fit in her.
He loved the way this felt, though the pressure, soft feeling inside, and how soaked she was, rippling every time he pressed in another inch. She was so wet he could hear it—every slow, deliberate thrust a wet, obscene sound of welcome.
Schlck… schlck… schlick… inside his head, his instincts were screaming he had never felt like this when fishing or when doing anything in his life, he wanted to dominate her.
He felt like he was made to have sex, to dominate women. This feeling was incredible. Now he understood why so many powerful men had multiple women. he was sure each woman had their flavor.
The idea alone made him want a harem just like them, but he would be diffrent he would show them all love and would take care of them and equally fuck them all and he made a declaration in his head he would have the greatest harem.
Done being distracted, His fingers dug into her thighs, wrenching them wider, and he slammed his hips forward with a hard, brutal thrust that made her back arch up off the floor.
"Ah—! K-Kai Tian—" Wen Ling gasped, the syllables torn from her throat like they hurt.
"Is that what you want?" he growled, breathing hot against her cheek, lips brushing her ear. "You want this dick to ruin you?"
She shuddered beneath him, eyes wide, lips trembling. "Yes—fuck, yes—harder—!"
He drove into her with a sudden, punishing rhythm, hips slapping against the insides of her thighs, the wet slap of his cock plunging into her cunt echoing with every brutal stroke.
Thwap—thwap—thwick—thwap—
Her arms locked around his shoulders, nails scoring down his back, breath knocked from her lungs in short, helpless gasps. Her cunt gripped him like a vice, slick and tight, squeezing every inch of his cock as he pounded into her harder, deeper, using the full strength of his body now.
"You feel that?" he grunted, hips pistoning. "You feel how wet you are for me?"
"Yes—yes—your cock—so deep—I've—never— felt —like—this"
Her words broke, dissolving into whimpers and moans. Her thighs trembled around his waist; her whole body rocked with every thrust.
He grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head with one hand, and bore down over her, his body a wall of heat and muscle. She was a lot stronger than him, easily able to break out of his grip, but she took it all. This was what she wanted.
She stared up at him, mouth open, lips swollen, panting, eyes wild.
"Look at me," he said.
She did.
He slammed into her again, harder. The impact jolted through both of them, the wet sound obscene, the slap of skin on skin deafening beneath the spirit lamp's flickering flame.
Schhlck… THWAP… schlick… THWAP…
Her body shook with the force of it. Her pussy fluttered, clenching around him tighter and tighter, drawing him in like a fist of heat. She was close—he could feel it in the tension of her muscles, the way her breath hitched, the helpless sounds that spilled from her throat.
"Gonna come," she gasped, "Kai Tian—I'm gonna—fuck—don't stop—"
He slammed into her one last time, cock driving so deep her whole body curled up against him—and then she broke again. Her orgasm hit like a storm crashing through her spine, her pussy convulsing violently around him, milking his cock with hot, relentless pulses.
"Aaah—gods—yes—!"
Hearing her moans he couldn't take it anymore He drove into her hard and came—cock twitching deep inside, pulsing thick streams of cum into her spasming cunt, his hips jerking with every wave. He filled her—hot, thick—until it overflowed, leaking from between their joined bodies and down onto the lacquered floor.
Zhan Kai Tian laid with his cock still twitching inside her tight, soaked heat.
Wen Ling gasped beneath him, one leg twitching, her fingers threading into his hair.
"…again," she whispered, voice ragged.
And he smiled against her neck. "Yes."