novelraw Chapter 882 882: Self-Taught
Chapter 882 882: Self-Taught
Ever since Lin Hao discovered that the girl on the bed was a virgin, he suddenly became immensely excited.
Because of that, he went all the way down, using his tongue to savor the mysterious place of the beautiful young woman.
That nimble tongue kept gliding over the slender slit at the center of her mound, then pressed against that crevice, with the tip relentlessly pushing deeper inside.
The pure, beautiful girl was being licked by a man for the first time; her mind buzzed, waves of tingling pleasure crashing in, the itch deep in her mound constantly producing more and more love fluids.
Those love fluids gushed out like a fountain, surging out from the depths of her secret passage.
Chen Yi kept writhing her body, her legs clamped tightly around Lin Hao's head, her lower abdomen tensing and relaxing, rising and falling erratically.
"Mmm… don't… ah ah… no… stop licking… ah… it's so itchy… so good… ah hmm…"
The beautiful girl's tightly shut lips parted slightly, letting out a gentle moan.
The girl's mound was being licked and sucked again and again by his tongue, her moans grew louder, and the legs gripping his head squeezed harder and harder.
Lin Hao wasn't about to let her crush his head; he pressed her legs down firmly with both hands, and his tongue moved even faster.
"Sluurp… sluurp… sluup sluup…"
Lin Hao wantonly licked and sucked in mouthfuls, greedily swallowing every drop of the girl's nectar.
No doubt about it, young girls and mature women are worlds apart; like a vintage 1982 Lafite, her juices were incomparably sweet and rich.
Waves of trembling pleasure assaulted the girl's nerves, rolling in like the tide.
Chen Yi felt she could barely control her body; the pleasure built up deep inside her passage was nearly at its peak, and a surge of love fluid sprayed from the depths of her flower.
"Ah… ah hmm… I can't take it… ah… no more… ah… here it comes… ah ah ah…"
Chen Yi cried out uncontrollably.
With a plaintive, trembling moan, the girl's delicate body shuddered suddenly, her secret passage clenched rhythmically, her legs convulsing over and over.
Unexpectedly, under Lin Hao's licking and sucking, the beautiful girl reached climax so quickly.
Sweet-scented streams of nectar surged violently from the depths of her secret passage, making wet, splashing sounds—puchi puchi—echoing out.
Lin Hao lifted his head, slowly crawled upward, cupped the girl's face, and whispered in her ear, "How is it? Do you feel good?"
"Mm mm…" Chen Yi replied softly, actually kissing Lin Hao in response.
"Do you really want to give me your first time?" Lin Hao asked again in her ear.
At that moment, Chen Yi seemed to realize that the man on top of her was a young guy, not some old bastard past fifty.
"Mm… I do…" Chen Yi felt a rush of wild delight in her heart.
After all, when the chairman had ordered her to offer herself to serve some big shot, she'd assumed it would be an old man.
Giving her first time to a young guy was way better than to some geezer.
"What's your name?" Lin Hao asked softly.
"The chairman told me not to say…" Chen Yi remembered the chairman's instructions.
Lin Hao knew he couldn't force her to reveal her name, so he didn't press it, instead lowering himself onto her body again.
This time, he seemed gentler than ever, kissing her sweet little mouth as his chest pressed firmly against those proud, full, lush jade mounds, savoring the hardened, erect, adorable buds brought to life by arousal.
Lin Hao's lips slid downward, enveloping one tender, lustrous, rosy nipple, so small and cute, as his hand gently kneaded the other sensitive bud.
After tasting one, he switched to the other, moving back and forth between the two soft nipples, stirring the girl's desires into a feverish cycle.
Rubbed, licked, teased with tender kisses; first the left, then the right, then slowly descending, his mouth traced all the way down, finally arriving at the warm base of her thighs.
Chen Yi, after all, was still a young girl; under Lin Hao's teasing and playful touch, she felt shy and ticklish, and the fire that had faded after her climax suddenly surged back, hotter than before.
The girl's skin was exquisitely sensitive and tender; perhaps it was the rekindled passion, but her long, silky white legs—the doors to her desire—slowly parted, inviting him closer.
Her bashful thighs unfurled wider and wider, as if hoping for Lin Hao to kiss her more deeply, for his tongue to probe further inside.
The pure, delicate beauty found herself utterly overwhelmed by Lin Hao's seductive chain of caresses, surrendering piece by piece.
"Mm... it feels so good... ah... big brother... gentle... ah... it's so itchy... mm... softer..."
Under such teasing, Chen Yi's cheeks flushed, panting softly with intoxicating moans.
The girl felt her skin burning hot—her snowy white flesh now tinged a deep blush; the secret passage within grew itchier and overflowed with luscious nectar.
That honey flowed along the winding floral path, like spring water, trickling endlessly, a flood that could not be stopped.
Hearing her call him "big brother," Lin Hao felt a rush of tenderness; he climbed over her again, kissing her fiery red lips.
The girl's silken tongue responded passionately, tangled once more with Lin Hao's own, weaving a sensuous dance.
Chen Yi was acutely aware of a hot, hard, thick rod pressed tightly against her soft belly, the intense stimulation making her heart tremble, her face pink with shy arousal, helplessly moaning with pleasure.
Though it was her first time, she still recognized what that man's thing was.
And so, toward this Golden Cudgel that was about to claim her virginity, she brimmed with curiosity and anticipation.
Lin Hao seemed to sense her thoughts, and whispered softly in her ear, "Want to touch it?"
"No... that's so embarrassing... mm..." Chen Yi murmured, bashful and shy.
Lin Hao shifted his body, taking her hand and guiding it to the Golden Cudgel below.
Though the girl was shy, the instant her hand approached the mighty rod, her fingers opened and grasped it firmly.
That hot, hard, thick, and impossibly long beast—just touching it brought Chen Yi a pleasure she couldn't describe.
Unable to help herself, she gripped the big rod and began stroking it up and down.
Instinctive mastery!
It had to be said, any woman who grabbed the Golden Cudgel would inevitably stroke and play with it.
Lin Hao watched her toy with his treasured prize, his hand caressing those snowy peaks, thumb and forefinger gently pinching her tender nipples, all tenderness and adoration.
Chen Yi felt a riot of sensations—as if a cat were scratching, a monkey tickling—her newly calmed desire again ignited by the pleasure pulsing from her nipple buds.
No way around it—Lin Hao was simply too skilled at play.
His fingers, like twin harp strings, lightly strummed her nipples, playing a wild, exuberant melody that rang through every cell of her body, sending her blood boiling anew.
Of course, as she stroked the big rod—awkward, hesitant at first—the burning heat and iron hardness pressing against her fingers excited her even more.