Jiang Wan still wanted to argue, but Wen Jin had already lowered his head and kissed her.
Their lips touched, and both of their bodies were burning hot.
Jiang Wan even forgot to breathe, until Wen Jin pushed past her teeth and took her tongue into his mouth.
It was as if a current of electricity shot down her spine; she trembled violently. The scent of pinewood from the man was especially pleasant, seeping into her nose and into her breathing.
She was kissed until she couldn’t help but let out a muffled sound.
Wen Jin’s pressed down harder, his hard, firm chest pressing against her soft breast flesh, rubbing her nipp/es until they tingled with numbness.
His hand gripped her chest, kneading and squeezing it into different shapes.
The fragments from her dreams were now coming true. Jiang Wan felt even her scalp tingling, her whole body flushed with heat and sweat. She gasped for breath, and before she could catch it, the man had lowered his head to take her nipp/es into his mouth.
Jiang Wan moaned as if crying.
Her body arched, yet in doing so she pressed her breasts even closer to his mouth.
Wen Jin’s other hand clasped her waist. After sucking and biting her breast, he trailed kisses down her belly toward below.
There, she was clean and pale, without a trace of pub/c hair.
The pleasure made Jiang Wan’s head spin even more; she let out indistinct moans, tears seeping from the corners of her eyes.
She unconsciously pressed her legs together, but Wen Jin’s big hands forced them apart, holding them down. He lowered his head to lick her clitor/s, his lips and tongue wrapping around her folds, sucking and slurping, the wet sounds echoing.
It hadn’t even been a minute of his licking before Jiang Wan sobbed out in climax.
A gush of love juice spilled from her opening.
Wen Jin spread the fluid on his pen/’s, then guided it to her entrance.
Jiang Wan arched her back as he entered her, her hands clutching his arms tightly, crying out, “It hurts…”
Veins stood out on Wen Jin’s forehead. He pulled back a little, his hard shaft rubbing and teasing her entrance until it was wet enough, then slowly thrust his entire length inside.
“It hurts…” Jiang Wan cried, her fingers digging into his arms, “It hurts so much…”
“It won’t hurt in a moment.” Wen Jin was squeezed so tightly he nearly lost control. The veins on his neck bulged, his long arms braced on either side of Jiang Wan’s face. He restrained himself from moving, lowering his head only to kiss her.
His large hand kneaded her breast, fingers rubbing her hardened nipp/es.
After a while, Jiang Wan no longer cried out in pain. The strange pleasure coursing through her body made her bite her lip and let out unconscious moans.
“Does it still hurt?” Wen Jin asked, looking down.
Jiang Wan kept her eyes shut, too ashamed to speak.
Wen Jin nibbled and sucked her lips and tongue, his low, hoarse voice asking again, “Does it still hurt?”
His waist moved lightly once, and the surging pleasure pierced into her bones, spreading through her whole body. Jiang Wan nearly couldn’t hold back from crying out. She drew a breath, her voice trembling, “It doesn’t hurt…”
But… it felt so swollen.
Her lower belly ached with pressure, as if she needed to urinate.
Wen Jin began to move gently. After only a few thrusts, his expression suddenly changed. He pulled out, and his release spilled in warm spurts onto Jiang Wan’s legs.
Along with the white fluid, his shaft was also smeared with crimson blood.
As he withdrew, droplets of blood splattered onto the bedsheet.
He grabbed tissues to carefully wipe her clean. Jiang Wan’s face burned hot; she took a tissue and wiped herself briefly, then leaned on the bed, dizzy, trying to get up.
“Where are you going?” Wen Jin caught her wrist.
“Bathing.” Jiang Wan lowered her eyes, too embarrassed to look at him. “…I’m going to sleep.”
“But,” Wen Jin looked at her in puzzlement, “we haven’t finished yet.”
“…”