The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love

Chapter 506: Forbidden cocktail *

I cannot move...Mingshen’s long and muscular arm was tightly snuggled around her waist from the back. It had wrapped her to his chest so firmly as if he wanted her to be stuck to him with a permanent glue.

But that was a problem for Jia for she wanted to head to the bathroom and Mingshen was coiled around her like a snake around its feast, even in his sleep. She exhaled a short breath and tried to lift his arm off her - very slowly and very quietly. Somehow the more she attempted to loosen his hold, the tighter it became.

"You are awake, aren’t you?"

Silence.

"Mingshen?"

No answer.

"Let’s go for another round."

He flipped on top of her with such lightning speed that he put the passage of one millisecond to shame. His lips hungrily reached for hers but her palm pressed over his mouth, making a wall from the prize. Evidently, his expression fell.

"So you were awake indeed."

"I will rise even from my death if you ask about sex."

Her eyes narrowed. "What if it’s not sex?"

"Depends. Does it include kissing? Fingering? Sucking?"

"Try to think out of the box sometimes."

"The epitome is inside the box if you know what I mean~"

"You are impossible! Now get up."

"It’s only five-thirty. Plenty of time to have another go before our lovely shower sex," he blinked innocently.

She scoffed but pinched his cheeks. "Innocence doesn’t suit a devil’s face."

"I know. Evil does," he pulled down her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. "Evil is seductive, after all."

She smiled. "Not as much as five-thirty in the morning."

She pushed him away and had barely lifted herself when he pushed her right back in bed.

"I promise it will be quick this time."

"I don’t believe someone who refused to hear my cries to stop."

"What I dazedly remember through the fog of pleasurable memories was you squeezing my back instead till there was absolutely no chance to push anywhere but in."

She snorted. "You are delusional too."

He smiled, then held the back of her thighs. His fingers caressed across her smooth skin until they dug in place firmly and he positioned himself before the most delectable place he knew to be the heaven.

Her brow twitched incessantly the moment the tip played against her entrance. The flutters and giddiness was already drawing her inside tighter.

"The birthday celebration is over, Dr. Yang."

"Yes, it is," he smirked. "This is the hangover part."

He slid right in as if he always belonged there, drawing a sharp breath out of her. The swell of her chest alone darkened his already black irises and he pulled her chin towards him, kissing her hard, thrusting until the very ends her walls took him. It was delirious. Intoxicating. Every push, every pull and every push back again made him wetter and harder. There was no scope of slowing down. Each passing second surged his hunger tenfolds.

His lips were either sucking her lips or the peak of her breasts. And he loved it all. The way those soft breasts moved and pressed against his chest, how her legs would unconsciously wrap around his waist and how a tear slipped past her eye due to the sheer ecstasy knocking every nerve of her body - he loved it all. But what topped the rank was her name.

"Jia..."

Not the teasing Spicy - but the deep, purposeful Jia. It always made her breath hitch, make her pause for just half a second where in that half a second, her grip on his shoulders tightened without missing a beat and the walls clenched around his thrusting member. Always. That reaction always threatened him to climax much earlier than planned. It was excruciating to keep his sanity in that moment and not give into temptation. So he would groan into her mouth and fight with her tongue, almost as though accusing her of tormenting him.

"Say my name, Jia," he kissed her ear, her cheek and her neck.

He could see very well she was in no position to think straight, much less speak.

"It will be torture if I stop now."

Her panting breaths, mixed with a huff of frustration were like music to his ears.

"Mingshen..." she whispered, a little tired but also a little hopeful.

"Say it again," his fingers combed through her hair.

"Mingshen."

"Say I should go faster."

He enjoyed her difficulty in forming coherent words. "You...are already going fast enough."

"Trust me, I can go faster than this."

He watched her bite her lip the same time he kneaded her breast.

Amidst this rising tension came a knock at the door. "Mingshen, get up you sleepyhead! Where’s Jia? I am not able to find her!" She sniffled.

Yang Bingqing’s voice crash awakened Jia from her delirium so hard she swore she got a heart attack. Her frozen gaze met Mingshen’s - one who was barely affected by the intrusion.

"Mingshen, it’s Aunt..!" her voice tremblingly spoke through a whisper. "Oh my God, I cannot be here!"

"You are exactly where you should be. Forget about her and concentrate on what we are doing."

"..."

"You want us to continue when your mother is outside..!?" She looked horrified.

A glint captured his eyes. "That’s why you do your best in not getting caught. Now tell me to go faster."

"Mingshen, I will kill you if you don’t open the door right now!"

Jia swallowed hard. "Sh-She is-"

"Won’t be able to break in anyways. The door is locked."

She sucked in a deep breath when he pinched her sweet spot, nearly gasping out loud.

"Mom will catch you at this rate," he smiled.

She glared.

"Glaring at me won’t help. Telling me to go faster will."

The knocks on the door grew incessant and sweat formed on her forehead.

"...Go faster...please."

He kissed her lips and grabbed the back of her head, pushing her teeth against his shoulder. "Bite me, Jia. Otherwise, you will never be able to escape Mom’s keen hearing."

True to his words, he pushed himself harder and faster, much more than Jia had imagined it to be. She had assumed they had reached their peak of sex but apparently, Mingshen had much more to offer, so much so that if she wasn’t biting down his shoulder in this moment, a louder and much more shameful moan would have already escaped into the corridors by now. Every piercing thrust made her sink her teeth harder, but the pain seemed like a drug to him, only stretching his smile wider.

"Hmm, you are clenching me even tighter," his warm breath coursed through her ear. "Is it because I am moving fast or you feel...we are doing something forbidden?"

The threat of Yang Bingqing standing outside was indeed shaking a cocktail of fear and excitement within her. The fear of being caught amplified the excitement and her body opened to sensations she had never felt before.

A lack of response only made him chuckle. Her teeth biting down into his skin made him hotter - and he finally released it all at once with one last deep thrust.

"Mmpf...!" a tremor of extreme pleasure shook her hard enough to throw her head back against the pillow. Her lips threatened to escape an audible moan of her own release, but he pressed his lips down just then, drowning it into a long, hard kiss until the tremors settled down.

He pulled out of her and rose, hopping out of the bed. He covered her in the blanket and kissed her lips. "You did great."

"I hate you..." she threw a tired protest.

He smiled and kissed her again. "I love you."

Mingshen slipped into his clothes and walked to the door. He opened it just wide enough for his mother to only be able to see him.

"Mom, you should stop prowling in your own house like a thief."