Meng Hao pressed his body against hers, skin to skin, his cock resting in her pussy. The tip of his cock gently brushed against her folds, teasing her, sending small jolts of anticipation through them both.
Li Yao shivered beneath him, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps.
"I want you… I need you, Junior Brother," she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation and barely-contained hunger.
He could hear it—feel it. That raw need. So unlike the proud, composed woman she usually was.
Didn't she want to dominate me? he thought, eyes gleaming with amusement. How the roles have turned…
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gentle but edged with that same teasing confidence.
She let out a breathy, exasperated laugh, her fingers curling around his arms.
"Yes," she said, eyes locking with his. "I'm sure."
He grinned, lowering his face until their lips nearly touched.
"Good."
