Lu Zihao growled again and his eyes narrowed in a feral slit. His hand pressed on Long Jinjing's wet entrance, causing her to arch her body and moan. Then he asked, "Are you on the pill?"
She opened her heavy-lidded eyes. "No."
"I figured as much. Wait here." He climbed off the bed again and picked up his discarded pants from the floor. Next, he rummaged through his pants' pocket for his wallet before taking out a few packets of condoms.
Long Jinjing watched him as he tore the foil and rolled the condom on his hard length. His movements were quick and smooth as if he had done the same action a hundred times. And maybe he did. She wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. He was so skilled in pleasuring a woman. His mouth, tongue and hands were absolute magic. Even his dirty talk made her feel like melting into a puddle of hot jelly. Just remembering how he touched and kissed her was already making her anticipate what he had in store for her next.
