Forget it, you might as well just fuck me to death.
"Fine, just fuck me to death."
49.
The vagina, which had just been filled with climax, was wet and warm. When Chongming thrust his hips in, he felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the temperature inside Lan Jian's vagina seemed higher than usual. Her moist inner walls eagerly sucked on his shaft, doing something completely different from her usually defiant little mouth.
Chongming knelt behind Lanjian, holding her waist to prevent her from escaping. Her breasts were pressed against the steering wheel, her hands gripping it weakly, trying to use the momentum to twist her waist and dodge. Chongming was somewhat moved by her perseverance. He stopped his thrusting and gently pulled the small face that was pressed against him back to a slightly different angle.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. When he turned her back, she still had her eyes downcast, her gaze stubborn.
Before continuing his assault on her, Chongming buried his face in her mouth and kissed her. He gently bit her tongue, and his hand, which was on her cheek, caressed her slender neck, while his thumb cupped the lower edge of her breasts, kneading them lightly or heavily.
After only two or three tries, Meng Lanjian couldn't take it anymore.
Her tongue tangled with his, and she uttered muffled moans.
Chongming deliberately paused, disrupting the rhythm to quickly fondle her delicate breasts, while the huge object inserted into her body remained at two-thirds of its depth, holding its ground.
Meng Lanjian's lips and breasts bore the marks of Chongming's abuse. He had tormented her to the point of arousal, and when he stopped, she thrust her hips back against his groin in unsatisfied desire. She bumped him once, but he didn't react. So she had to move her waist herself, swallowing and releasing him back and forth.
Chongming's hands continued moving, but his lips and tongue moved away slightly, drawing out a silver thread and teasing her, "Not arguing with me anymore?"
"Hmph!" Meng Lanjian snorted, and the force with which she slammed into him from both sides was quite fierce, as if she wanted to twist his penis off. "Don't you even know who's on top of whom right now?"
This arrogant Meng Lanjian.
Chongming was not provoked by her, and even the hand that was kneading her breasts stopped. He put his hands behind his head and slowly lay down. As his position changed, his penis changed angle inside Meng Lanjian's body. She was touched on her G-spot and her body suddenly shuddered.
As soon as Chongming lay down, she was bitten hard by her tight little hole.
He gasped, seeing her standing there motionless, and couldn't help but reach out and pat her soft buttocks. "Weren't you going to have me? Why aren't you moving?"
Meng Lanjian slumped over the steering wheel to catch her breath, and it took her a while to shift from a kneeling position to sitting on his lap with her legs spread apart, her feet on the seat. She sat up and straddled him, moving up and down, swallowing him. With her back to Chongming and her eyes forward, she supported herself on the steering wheel, raised her body, and then let gravity throw her down.
This was very physically demanding. Meng Lanjian felt like she was doing squats, and her legs were getting more and more sore. The more she thought about it, the more something seemed wrong. She was the one who was supposed to be on top of him, so why was she the only one who was tired?
She glanced back at Chongming; he had taken off his shirt at some point.
Somewhat resentful, she reached behind her and, mimicking Chongming's patting motion on her bottom, slapped his well-defined abs. The crisp "smack" echoed through the carriage.
Both of them were startled.
Meng Lanjian hadn't expected to hit so hard; the sound was as loud as if she had slapped the man behind her.
Chongming was intimidated by Meng Lanjian's ferocity—the legendary most ruthless woman in the twelfth floor was indeed living up to her reputation—he was almost beaten to death by her.
Just as Chongming was about to get up and deal with the man, Meng Lanjian turned around first, pressed on his lower abdomen, and pushed him back, saying, "What are you doing?!"
Chongming, whose abs had been inexplicably slapped, narrowed his eyes dangerously. "You hit me first, and then you ask me what I want?"
"Who told you not to move an inch? My back is about to break!" Meng Lanjian turned her head back guiltily. "I was the one who wanted to be with you, so why am I the one who's tired?"
These words, when they reached Chongming's ears, finally made him lose his patience with Meng Lanjian's logic for running away from home: "Miss Meng, if you want to sleep with me, of course you'll have to do it yourself. When have you ever had to do anything for me when I've slept with you?"
Chongming's words carried a hint of roguishness.
After the initial resentment, what remained was a lurking, unspoken desire. He was practically saying, "If you won't have me, then I'll have you."
Meng Lanjian could easily understand his implication. She turned around in a huff and slapped him on the stomach again, this time with less force, so it was just a muffled thud. She grabbed Chongming's wrist. "Then get up a bit. I don't want to move around anymore, it's too tiring."
Seeing that she still had one hand on the steering wheel, while the other was pulling him back, and her upper body was twisted back to look at him, Chongming felt a strange sensation arise. "Are you backing up?"
Meng Lanjian now disregarded everything he said, and angrily raised her hip to bump into him, saying, "I'm riding a horse!"
Chongming was adjusting his seat when her heavy downward thrust collided with his sudden upward lift, causing both of them to groan instantly.
"ah!"
"Well!"
Driven to distraction by the stimulation, Chongming no longer tolerated Meng Lanjian's reckless behavior. He stretched out his long arm, pulled her into his arms, grabbed her slender waist, and thrust wildly into her.
"Mmm, ahh!"
Meng Lanjian, who was lying on her back facing the carriage, was gradually turned to the side by Chongming. Her legs were somehow on the window. Seeing her huddled in the driver's seat in a contorted position, Chongming also felt that the space was too cramped to move around, so he simply let her go. "Let's go to the back to do it."
Meng Lanjian ignored him. He released her, and she frantically scrambled towards the passenger seat. Her juices flowed down her legs, dripping onto the seat and carpet. Before she could even cross over, Chongming pulled her back. "Don't you see how wet you are down there? And you're running around like that. Do you even want this car anymore?"
Meng Lanjian was pulled back by his waist, and he punched Meng Lanjian's firm chest muscles again. "You're not allowed to let anyone else wash it!"
"You're asking for so much. Are you going to wash me when we get back?" Chongming took advantage of the fact that she couldn't see the panel behind her while he was holding her from the front, unlocked the car and pressed a few buttons. The car's heater was turned on again, and the sunroof slowly rose up.
Meng Lanjian lifted her head from his embrace and saw snowflakes falling from the roof of the car. The cold air and snowflakes also poured into the car. She shivered from the cold and huddled in Chongming's warm chest, her hands darting around behind him.
Why are you opening the sunroof?
"Let it dissipate."
Chongming picked her up and bent down to stand up. His carriage was already quite spacious, but it was still difficult to walk directly to the back seat. After the sunroof was half open, he reached out and grabbed the open roof, hugged Meng Lanjian tightly in his arms, and before she could react, she was already in the back seat in Chongming's arms.
Chongming tossed Meng Lanjian onto the empty back seat, picked up her sweater and covered her with it, then picked up the car keys and raised the inner glass sunroof.
Meng Lanjian watched as he completed everything with an erection, even using his voice to control the car's smart system to play music. Soft classical music filled the car, and Chongming leaned over her, even giving her a slight smile.
“Since I’m going to wash the car myself anyway, I might as well enjoy it.” His smile faded as he spoke. “It’ll teach you a lesson.”
Meng Lanjian sensed danger from his vanished smile. She had nowhere to escape. She had fought against him for so long, only to exhaust herself in vain. And the ruthlessness he had shown her before was about to return.
She finally felt a little scared, bent her knees to support herself, and tried to escape again.
Chongming had already pinned her down with his arms, and he lifted one of her legs, casually asking, "I forgot to ask you earlier..."
Meng Lanjian instinctively reached out to cover her ears.
"ah!"
The next second, she was slammed against the car door by Chongming.
Chongming cupped Lanjian's head in his hand to prevent her from bumping it. But he wouldn't hold back when it came to the sensitive area between her legs.
Does a seemingly harmonious and friendly marriage also include harmonious sexual relations?
"Mmm, be gentle... Ah!"
“Meng Lanjian, if I remember correctly, I told you from the first day of our marriage that I also wanted to have a sex life.”
Upon hearing Chongming's words, Meng Lanjian immediately regretted his actions.
Sure enough, the next
In a matter of seconds, Chongming, with his exceptional memory, began to recount the old grievances, one by one.
"When we got back that day, you touched my ear in the garage and said you wanted to do a hardness test," Chongming chuckled. "So, what do you think of the test results?"
"Shut up, stop talking!" Meng Lanjian's voice was broken into fragments by Chongming's sudden outburst.
"It seems you're not satisfied, that's why you won't answer." Chongming increased the pressure, grinding heavily against Lan Jian's flower core. "Can you feel it now? How about this? Is it hard enough?"
"Ahhh, Chongming!" Lan Jian screamed, "No, not there! No!"
Chongming had no intention of letting her ejaculate. He instantly withdrew most of his hard object, staring intently at her without saying a word.
Meng Lanjian finally felt afraid and reached out to touch his Adam's apple. She knew he liked it when she touched him there. "Can you please stop doing this to me? I'm scared."
"No way." Chongming was determined to settle all his old and new scores with her. "You've tormented me for so long, why should I just wipe the slate clean when you say you're scared?"
"I'm tormenting you?" Meng Lanjian's eyes widened. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Don't they even look at who's clinging to whom and refusing to get off?
Chongming scoffed coldly, as if he had seen through Meng Lanjian's thoughts. He stepped forward and squeezed deeper into her again. "Who was it that swore to me that she didn't want to do it and that I would live a life of widowhood, but then got drunk in the middle of the night and insisted on sitting on me the first time?"
...
Meng Lanjian never expected that Chongming would remember all the angry words she uttered in a fit of rage.
She began to blush, covering her eyes with her arms, refusing to meet Chongming's gaze. She thought despondently, "He loves to settle scores with me so much, then let him settle them all by himself."
Chongming realized that Meng Lanjian intended to give up, so he removed her arm and said, "It seems that doing this will make you forget everything."
"Weren't you having a lot of fun riding up ahead? Come on, let's continue."
Meng Lanjian was picked up by Chongming, and just as he was about to lie down again so she could move on her own, she seized the last chance to hug his back tightly, "Chongming, Chongming!"
Chongming stopped and waited for her to speak.
"I……"
Getting Meng Lanjian to admit his mistake is harder than climbing to heaven.
But she really shouldn't have said those hurtful things, like saying she wanted to go back to being his senior and junior sister, which made him angry.
Chongming was also extremely patient. He stroked Meng Lanjian's long hair that was scattered behind her back and waited for her calmly.
"Fine, just fuck me to death."
Meng Lanjian hesitated for a long time. She knew that a single sentence, or even just a title, could have resolved the matter, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it. She closed her eyes with a resigned air, awaiting Chongming's judgment.
Chongming let out a soft sigh. "Isn't it because you know I can't do anything with you that you dare to blatantly torment and provoke me time and time again? When you get angry, you say all sorts of hurtful things. Do you expect me to just suffer every time?"
“I didn’t…” Meng Lanjian tightened her arms around his waist. “I won’t do it again.”
"Who would believe that?" Chongming hugged her and started thrusting. "I'd rather fuck you to death first."
Chongming spoke harshly, but his movements slowed and softened. Lanjian was gently teased by him, and soon she climaxed. He laid her down, and as she trembled, she looked at the snow falling outside the skylight and the intricate branches of the birch trees, and cried softly.
Chongming kissed the corner of her eye, his lower body still thrusting tirelessly. "What's wrong?"
“No wonder you said Shenhuali is especially beautiful in winter,” Meng Lanjian said, sobbing. “I think I mistook snowflakes for fireworks just now.”
Her intense orgasmic reaction had made Chongming want to ejaculate, and now, after hearing her story, he could no longer control his urge to ejaculate, recklessly spraying deep into her flower path through the unfamiliar membrane—
"Then let's watch it one more time."
"Did you see that?"
After a long while, Lan Jian's gentle and charming voice rang out in the carriage.
"I saw it. Pure white fireworks."
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