The air in the luxurious hotel suite was thick with a silent, forbidden tension. Zhang Tian's hand hesitated for only a moment, a fleeting pause at the precipice of a decision already made.
The delicate lace barrier of Zhu Zhuqing's panties was no obstacle at all. With a newfound confidence born from her whispered plea, his fingers slipped past the fabric, finding the warm, wet heat of her core.
"Mmph… Zhang Tian…"
A sharp, stifled gasp escaped her lips, her entire body going rigid against his. It was the shock of the new, the jolt of a boundary crossed for the very first time. But just as quickly, the rigidity melted away, and she seemed to dissolve against him, a complete and total surrender.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her moans muffled against his skin as she fought desperately not to wake the innocent princess sleeping soundly just inches away.
His fingers began a slow, deliberate exploration. He started with one, gently probing the entrance to her tight pussy, marveling at its slick heat and velvety texture. She was so wet for him, so ready. He could feel the tiny, involuntary tremors running through her as his finger slid deeper.
"Ah… please…" she whimpered softly, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that sent a fresh wave of heat through his own veins.
Emboldened, he pushed his second finger in, spreading them slightly to stretch her. Her inner walls clenched around him reflexively, a testament to her inexperience and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. He moved slowly at first, a gentle in-and-out rhythm, letting her adjust to the feeling of being filled by him. Her hips began to move in tandem with his hand, a small, rocking motion that was entirely instinctual.
'She's a natural,' he thought, a smirk playing on his lips in the darkness. 'All that repressed passion, finally finding an outlet.'
He added a third finger, and this time, she let out a low, guttural moan she couldn't quite suppress. "Oh, gods… deeper… ahh!" The words were a low plea she couldn't hold back. Her body arched powerfully against his, her head thrown back. He could feel the rapid, frantic beat of her heart against his chest.
He quickened his pace, his fingers moving faster, deeper, targeting the sensitive nub hidden beneath her folds. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. The air was electric with her impending release.
Her entire body began to tremble violently. Her nails, which had been clutching his shoulder, dug in hard, though not painfully. Her legs scissored around his hand, trapping it against her.
"Zhang Tian… I… I'm so close… I can't…" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.
"Let go, Zhuqing," he murmured into her ear, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "It's just us. Let go for me."
That was all the permission she needed. With a final, sharp cry muffled against his neck, her body convulsed. A powerful orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave of intense, shuddering pleasure. Her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers in a series of exquisite spasms, milking them. She was a quivering, panting mess in his arms, completely boneless and spent. He held her close, letting her ride it out, a profound sense of satisfaction filling him. He had given her this. He was the first.
After a few minutes, her trembling subsided, leaving her limp and pliant in his embrace. He slowly withdrew his fingers, slick with her essence. He moved his hand upwards, shifting his attention to her upper body. He cupped one of her large, perfect breasts, his thumb stroking the already-hard nipple through the thin silk of her camisole.
Zhu Zhuqing, still floating in the blissful afterglow of her climax, felt a surge of gratitude and a new, daring confidence. Her earlier shyness was being consumed by a burgeoning desire to give him the same pleasure he had just given her. Her hand, which had been resting on his chest, moved downwards with newfound purpose. She found the hard, thick ridge of his erection straining against the fabric of his pajama trousers.
She hesitated for only a second before her slender fingers closed around his length. Her touch was clumsy, inexperienced. She moved her hand up and down in a jerky, uncertain motion, trying to mimic something she had only ever imagined. But to Zhang Tian, it was heaven. The feeling of her small, soft hand wrapped around his throbbing cock was intensely arousing.
He grunted in pleasure, a low sound deep in his chest. "Oh, fuck… yes, Zhuqing… just like that. Your hand feels incredible."
Wanting to feel more, he hooked his fingers under the spaghetti strap of her camisole and pulled it up, freeing her magnificent breasts into the cool night air. They were even more spectacular than he had imagined—large, round, and firm, with pale, rosy areolas and pert, pink erect nipples that jutted out like sweet berries, begging for his attention.
He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before he began to suckle gently.
"Ah! Zhang Tian!" she gasped, her back arching off the bed. "What are you… mmm… doing… it feels so… so good…"
It was at that moment, lost in their own world of burgeoning lust, that another sound entered the quiet room.
"Mmm… chicken leg…"
Ning Rongrong mumbled in her sleep, smacking her lips softly before rolling over, her back now facing them.
Both Zhang Tian and Zhu Zhuqing froze instantly, their hearts leaping into their throats. They held their breath, listening, every muscle tensed. The only sound was Rongrong's soft, even breathing. She was still fast asleep, lost in a dream of culinary delights.
A wave of relief washed over them, followed by something else—a shared, conspiratorial grin in the darkness. "Did you hear that?" she whispered, her body shaking with suppressed mirth. The close call, the sheer audacity of what they were doing right under their friend's nose, didn't scare them off. Instead, it added a thrilling, delicious layer of danger to their secret encounter. It was like pouring oil on an already raging fire.
Zhang Tian looked into Zhu Zhuqing's dark eyes, which were shining with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. He gave her a wicked wink before whispering back, his lips against her ear, "She's dreaming of eating chicken. I am eating something much tastier." He lowered his head again, his mouth finding her breast with renewed vigor. Zhu Zhuqing let out a silent laugh, her body shaking with escalating pleasure.
His dick was now painfully hard, on the verge of exploding. He pulled his mouth away from her breast, his breathing heavy. "Zhuqing," he whispered, his voice thick and ragged with need. "I'm close... very close. I can't hold back much longer... so...I want you to do something for me to make it even more exciting for me."
He shifted his body, pulling his now-straining dick out from the confines of his trousers. It sprang free, long, thick, and impressively large in the dim moonlight filtering through the window. He took her hand and guided it back to his cock, showing her how to grip it firmly at the base.
Then, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered a new, even bolder request.
Zhu Zhuqing's entire face flushed a deep crimson. Her eyes went wide, a mixture of shock and nervous excitement. She had never, ever imagined doing something so… intimate. So decadent. But looking at the raw desire in his blue eyes, feeling the hard proof of his need in her hand, she found she couldn't deny him anything. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.
With the utmost care, moving like shadows, they slowly shifted their positions on the massive bed. He lay on his back, and she moved to straddle his hips, her silk-clad bottom resting on his stomach.
She took his erect cock in both hands and carefully positioned it between her large, soft breasts. She then squeezed them together with her hands, enveloping his length in their pillowy softness. The sensation of her cool, smooth skin and the firm pressure of her tits was mind-altering.
"Like… like this?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Is… is this what you wanted? Do you like it?"
"Gods, Zhuqing… yes…" he groaned, his voice cracking as his eyes rolled back in his head. "It's more than perfect. Fuck… it's incredible."
He reached up, his hands finding her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Now… the other part," he rasped.
Shyly, she lowered her head. Her long, dark hair fell like a curtain around them, creating a private, intimate space. She tentatively extended the tip of her tongue and licked the swollen, purple head of his dick. A jolt of pure, electrifying pleasure shot through Zhang Tian's entire body. He let out a harsh, strangled gasp, his hips bucking involuntarily.
The taste was foreign, salty and musky, but it was his. The taste of the man who had saved her, trained her, and now, desired her. She licked him again, more confidently this time, her shyness melting away under the heat of his reaction.
"Move them, Zhuqing," he commanded in a low, husky tone. "Up and down my cock."
She obeyed instantly, beginning to slide her breasts up and down his shaft, her hands squeezing them tightly to maintain pressure. The slickness of his pre-cum and her own saliva made the movement smooth and incredibly sensual. She kept her head lowered, her tongue occasionally darting out to lick and tease the sensitive head.
It was a maddening combination of sensations for Zhang Tian—the soft, heavy weight of her tits, the wet heat of her mouth, the sight of her beautiful face so focused on giving him pleasure. Ten minutes felt like an eternity and a second all at once. The pressure in his loins was building to an unbearable peak. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer.
"Zhuqing… I'm going to… ahh…" he gasped, his body tensing.
At that moment, just as he was about to climax, she did something that shattered his remaining control. Remembering his final whispered instruction, she opened her mouth wide and took the entire head of his large dick inside.
"Ahhh! Zhuqing!"
A raw, guttural sound was torn from his throat as he exploded. Hot, thick ropes of his white cum shot deep into her mouth. It was a powerful, violent release, the culmination of all the pent-up tension and desire. Zhu Zhuqing's eyes widened at the volume and force, but she held on, swallowing instinctively as he continued to pump into her.
When his orgasm finally subsided, he lay panting, his body slick with sweat. Slowly, gently, he pulled his still-erect dick from her mouth. A single, pearly white drop of his cum dribbled from the corner of her lips.
Instead of wiping it away, Zhu Zhuqing looked him directly in the eye, a seductive, cat-like smile gracing her lips. She slowly licked her lips clean, swallowing the last trace of him with a soft gulp.
"Mmm… I like the taste of you," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent a fresh jolt of lust straight to his groin. "It's intoxicating and sweet…Just like you."
Despite having just climaxed, Zhang Tian felt himself getting hard again. The sight of her, so beautiful and alluring, with his cum on her lips, was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.
He reached up, pulled her down, and captured her mouth in a searing kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. His hands roamed freely over her naked torso, caressing her breasts, tracing the line of her ribs, exploring every inch of her exposed skin. His now fully erect dick pressed insistently against her thigh, a clear promise of the night's activities being far from over.
The two continued their silent, passionate dance on the bed. Zhu Zhuqing, emboldened by his reaction, shifted her weight, allowing his hard cock to nestle in the valley between her thighs, rubbing against her still-sensitive pussy through the thin silk of her panties. She let out a soft moan into his mouth, her hands now exploring his body with equal fervor, tracing the hard planes of his chest and the chiseled lines of his abs.
She broke the kiss, her breath coming in soft pants. A mischievous glint appeared in her dark eyes. "You seem to enjoy this even more than I imagined," she whispered, her fingers playfully tracing his jawline. "Tell me, Zhang Tian, was this your plan all along? Is this why you saved me from my sister in the forest that day? Did you want me for yourself since then?"
She leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. "And Dai Mubai... humiliating him so thoroughly, training me to be strong enough to crush him today... was it all just a prelude to this? To doing this with his fiance?" She giggled softly, a sound that was both innocent and deeply seductive. "Does it excite you? Knowing you're doing this to the woman who should have belonged to him?"
Zhang Tian chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. He tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her more firmly against him. "Mmm, you have no idea," he teased back gently, his blue eyes locking with hers. "And what if it was? Was I wrong? Would you have preferred I left you to your fate? Did you want to remain with that cowardly excuse for a fiancé, Dai Mubai?"
He lowered his voice, his tone turning serious for a moment. "Tell me, Zhuqing. Did you want to slowly forgive his transgressions, his weakness, and eventually become that trash's woman?"
Zhu Zhuqing's playful expression faltered, replaced by a deep blush. Her plan to tease him had backfired spectacularly. The very thought of being with Dai Mubai now sent a wave of revulsion through her. She shook her head, burying her face in his shoulder. "No," she mumbled, her voice thick with emotion. "Never."
She looked up at him again, her eyes shining with unshed tears of gratitude. "I'm thankful," she admitted softly. "So incredibly thankful that I have something you desire. That my beauty... especially these large breasts that you like to stare at so much... caught your eye."
Zhang Tian's expression softened. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "It's not just your beauty, Zhuqing," he said, his voice warm and sincere. "Though it is breathtaking. I admire your will, your determination. Your hard-working personality is a rare and precious thing." He paused, a small smile playing on his lips. "However," he added with a playful grin, "I'll admit, your hard-working personality does fall a bit short when compared to the absolute perfection of your body."
Those sweet words, that perfect blend of genuine praise and playful flirtation, was exactly what she needed to hear. Her heart swelled with happiness, and her earlier excitement, which had cooled slightly, began to bubble up once more, hotter and more intense than before.
The night was still young.
For another half hour, they continued their intimate exploration on the bed, their touches growing bolder, their kisses deeper. His hands mapped every curve of her body, from the swell of her ass to the delicate arch of her foot.
His dick remained pressed against her thigh, a constant, hard reminder of his unsated desire. But the risk of waking Rongrong was a constant, frustrating restraint. They had to remain quiet, their moans stifled, their movements careful.
Finally, Zhang Tian couldn't take it anymore. The need to let loose, to hear her cry out his name, to feel her without restraint, was overwhelming. With a decisive nod, he slowly sat up.
"Come," he whispered, his voice a low command.
Before she could react, he slid his arms under her, one beneath her knees and the other supporting her back, and lifted her effortlessly from the bed. He held her sexy, silk-clad body against his chest and, moving with a predator's silence, carried her across the room and into the attached bathroom, closing the heavy wooden door behind them with a soft click.
He set her down on the cool marble floor. The bathroom was spacious and opulent, lit by a single dim light above the vanity. He leaned against the closed door, trapping her between it and his body.
"You've made me far too horny, Zhuqing," he said, his voice a low, dangerous growl. His blue eyes burned with a fire that sent shivers down her spine. "And now... you're going to have to deal with it."
He didn't plan to take her virginity tonight. That was a step that required more thought, more preparation. It was a promise for the future. But that didn't mean his lust couldn't be satisfied in other ways. He crouched down slightly, bringing his face level with hers.
"Kneel for me, Zhuqing," he commanded softly. "I want your mouth again. All of it."
Zhu Zhuqing's heart hammered in her chest. She knelt before him without hesitation, her earlier shyness replaced by a fierce determination to please him. He undid his pajama trousers, letting them fall to his ankles, and his magnificent cock sprang free, fully erect and pulsing with need.
Her first attempt at a blowjob was inexperienced. She took only the tip into her mouth, her tongue flicking nervously. It felt good, but it wasn't what he craved. He wanted more. He wanted all of her.
He tangled his hands in her long, dark hair, not roughly, but with a firm grip. "Open up, Zhuqing," he urged. "Take all of me."
He began to guide her head down, pushing his length past her lips, past her teeth. She gagged, her eyes watering as her throat struggled to accommodate his size. He was simply too large. But he was patient, pushing slowly, retreating, then pushing again, teaching her body to accept him. After a few tries, she managed to take almost his entire length down her throat, her lips pressed against his pubic bone.
The feeling of her throat wrapped around his dick was indescribable. "Oh, God, Zhuqing… your throat… fuck… so tight…" he groaned, the sound echoing in the tiled bathroom.
Now that they were away from Rongrong, they didn't have to hold back. He began to fuck her mouth, a steady, powerful rhythm that pushed her to her limits. He held her head firmly, controlling the pace, wanting to prolong the exquisite sensation for as long as possible.
For over fifteen minutes, he used her mouth, and her muffled moans of effort mingled with his groans of pleasure.
Finally, with a roar that bounced off the tiles, he climaxed again, flooding her throat with another hot, thick load of his cum.
He pulled out, panting, and helped her to her feet. She coughed and sputtered for a moment, but a triumphant smile soon graced her lips.
Without a word, he reached into the large, glass-walled shower and turned on the water, a hot, steaming spray that quickly filled the room with mist.
He pulled her in with him, not even bothering to remove their now-soaked and half-removed clothes. The hot water sluiced over them, plastering the thin silk of her pajamas to her skin, making them almost transparent.
He pressed her wet, sexy body against the cool tiles of the shower wall, his mouth crashing down on hers in a ravenous kiss. His hands were everywhere at once, squeezing her ass, cupping her tits through the wet fabric, his fingers dipping between her legs to find her pussy once more.
He began to finger her again, this time with a rough, demanding rhythm. The hot water, the steam, the raw passion of their kiss—it was a sensory overload.
Zhu Zhuqing responded with equal fire. Her own hands roamed his athletic, handsome body, her fingers tracing the muscles of his back and chest, her nails lightly scraping his skin. His lust, however, was a voracious beast, and it was still not satiated. The rest of their time in the shower was a blur of frenzied, hedonistic activity.
They were free to be loud, and the bathroom was soon filled with their unrestrained moans and cries of pleasure.
He fingered her relentlessly, his middle and index fingers pumping in and out of her slick channel while his thumb mercilessly teased her clit.
"Yes! Right there, Zhang Tian! Oh, gods! Hnngghh... Don't stop!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the tiles. "I'm… I'm coming! Ahhh!"
Her orgasm was a raw, powerful scream of pure bliss, her body convulsing against his hand. As she was still quivering, she took his cock in her hand, her movements now slick and practiced. The hot water cascaded over them as she brought him to another powerful climax, his seed splattering against the shower wall.
"Ahhh, Zhang Tian! I'm coming!" she screamed again, her body a live wire of sensitivity as he brought her to another, even more intense orgasm with his skilled fingers. "Scream for me, Zhuqing!" he commanded, "Let me hear how good I make you feel!"
He pinched and bit her sensitive nipples, drawing sharp gasps from her as she used her tits to bring him to his fifth and final release of the night, his groans of "Fuck... your tits...are too incredible…" echoing in the steam.
Finally, utterly spent and satiated, they stood under the hot spray, holding each other in a comforting embrace. The raging fire of their lust had been banked, leaving behind the warm, glowing embers of deep intimacy and a shared secret.
After they washed each other clean, Zhang Tian used a small burst of spirit power, a quiet hum in the air, to instantly dry their bodies and their clothes. They dressed and crept back into the bedroom.
Ning Rongrong hadn't moved an inch.
They climbed back into the massive bed, returning to their original spots. This time, they deliberately left a respectable distance between them, a silent agreement to avoid any suspicion come morning. As Zhang Tian lay down, Zhu Zhuqing on his right and Ning Rongrong on his left, he felt a profound sense of peace.
He had won a great victory today. But the secret, intimate triumph he had just shared with Zhu Zhuqing felt infinitely sweeter. He closed his eyes, the memory of her taste and her touch still vivid in his mind, and fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.
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A/N: Check out my other novels like "Harem Master: Seduction System" and the "Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist" and I hope you like this story and those stories as well.
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