She was exhausted, but Pei Jing acted as if he had taken a stimulant. The more he thurst, the fiercer he became.
It was only at this moment that Ling Han realized that Pei Jing had been accommodating her every time they did it. He had never truly released himself.
It was as if he did not know what was fatigue. His body was constantly moving in and out of her orifices. One of his hands was pinching Ling Han's n*pples while the other was pinching her cl*toris.
The pleasure was like a rising tide, enveloping Ling Han's entire body. Gradually, she felt that her body couldn't take it anymore. She felt as though she would pass out in the next second.
"Ahh... slow, slow down... Ah Jing..."
Only then did Pei Jing slowly halt his movements. He changed from doing her without any hesitation to thrusting into her deeply. His fingertips were originally holding onto Ling Han's rose-colored cl*toris and ravaging it, but now his movements gradually slowed down. Instead, he used his thumb to gently press and rub it.
Ling Han's nightdress had already been violently ripped off by Pei Jing a while back. She sat naked on the desk. Because of the intense session just now, her entire body was covered in a layer of light pink, and her cheeks were flushed.
Her eyes had long been stained with desire, and it was obvious at a glance that she was experiencing something.
Pei Jing, on the other hand, was still dressed neatly. He was wearing a clean nightgown with half of his pants down. If it weren't for the fact that his crotch was soaked in the fluids, no one would be able to tell that something was different with him.
Ling Han's moans were mixed with a few screams. Towards the end, her voice was a little hoarse and it turned into a soft moan.
Pei Jing held her back with one hand and supported her with some strength. He coaxed her, "Miss, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to call me Ah Jing at this time, right?"
"Mmm... then, what should I call you?"
"I'm already your fiancé. Why don't you call me 'Hubby'?"
Ling Han couldn't bring herself to say it. This was the first time she had seen Pei Jing being so fierce in bed, and it also showed how possessive he could be.
"I don't think... it's necessary," Ling Han said with a delicate voice.
"But I want to hear it."
As he spoke, Pei Jing pulled out the meat stick and turned Ling Han around with his hands. He picked her up from behind and held her leg up.
At the same time, the thick and long meat stick was once again inserted into Ling Han's small entrance. This action didn't make the meat stick come out, but instead, it was firmly pressed against Ling Han's sensitive spot.
"Ahh --" Ling Han subconsciously cried out in surprise.
Pei Jing was very tall, he was 1.87 meters tall. Ling Han was held in his arms like a porcelain doll.
Their genitals were connected, and Pei Jing's steps were very big. With every step, the head of his hard meat stick would poke at her sensitive spot, and her entrance would crazily shoot out juices.
The drizzle of lustful fluids spread from the study to the floor of the master bedroom. After a short distance, Ling Han was covered in sweat, trembling as she experienced another org*sm.
While Ling Han arched her neck and bit her lips to experience an org*sm, Pei Jing lowered his head and bit her earlobe.
He asked in a muffled voice, "Miss, are you really not going to call me that?"
"Huu... Hub-hubby..."
This shameful title was finally called out by her with a moan. Pei Jing instantly felt extremely satisfied. He placed her on the bed and ruthlessly thrust into her to unleash his desires.