Chapter 657: Chapter 657: Just As I Thought [M]
Su Qinglan’s mind reeled. She had never imagined that the untouchable An Mo could speak such lewd words. Yet rather than feeling disgusted, she felt herself becoming even more aroused.
His heavenly, untouchable face was now glistening with her juices, tongue buried inside her most private place, licking and sucking like a man starved.
The contrast made her burn with unbearable arousal.
"An Mo... don’t... it’s too dirty..." she whimpered, her voice breaking into a moan as he sucked her clit again, harder this time. Her hands flew down, fingers threading desperately into his hair, though whether to push him away or pull him closer, even she didn’t know.
He pulled back just enough to look up at her, lips shiny and swollen, chin wet with her essence. His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction.
"Dirty?" He chuckled lowly, the sound sending shivers through her.
"There’s nothing dirty about me worshipping my woman. This pussy is mine now, Lan Lan. Every drop, every quiver... all mine."
He dove back in, sucking noisily on her clit while two thick fingers suddenly pushed inside her, curling ruthlessly against that sensitive spot. His tongue never stopped its wicked assault, alternating between long licks and tight suction that made her thighs tremble violently around his head.
Su Qinglan screamed, her back arching sharply as pleasure crashed over her again. The sight of the mighty An Mo kneeling there, eagerly eating her out with such shameless hunger, pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
"You’re clenching so tightly around my tongue," he groaned between licks, his voice rough and filthy. "Come on my face, Lan Lan. Let me taste how hard you can cum for your man."
Su Qinglan’s thighs shook violently around An Mo’s head as the pleasure coiled unbearably tight. His filthy words, the relentless thrusting of his fingers, and the merciless suction on her clit finally pushed her over the edge.
"An Mo...! Ahhhhh...!!"
She came hard with a broken scream. Her entire body convulsed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched and gushed, flooding his mouth and face with her hot release.
It was so intense that her juices squirted messily over his chin, cheeks, and lips, dripping down his perfect jawline in obscene, shiny trails.
An Mo groaned in pure satisfaction, never pulling away. He kept his mouth latched onto her, sucking and drinking every drop like it was the sweetest nectar. His tongue licked broad stripes across her soaked folds, gathering every bit of her essence while his fingers continued slow, lazy strokes to prolong her climax.
When he finally lifted his head, his entire lower face was glistening...wet and dripping with her juice.
He looked straight into her dazed, embarrassed eyes as he deliberately wiped his chin with two fingers, then brought them to his mouth. He sucked them clean with a low, sinful hum, savoring her taste while maintaining intense eye contact.
"Mmm... so much for me," he murmured, voice husky and teasing. "You really drenched your man, Lan Lan."
Before she could even recover, An Mo surged upward and pulled her into his strong embrace. He wrapped his arms around her trembling body, pressing her flushed, naked chest tightly against him as he sat back against the wall, cradling her in his lap.
"So, Lan Lan..." he whispered hotly against her ear, a playful smirk in his voice. "How are you going to rate my service? Top notch?"
Still hazy and oversensitive, Su Qinglan’s face burned with overwhelming pleasure and fresh embarrassment. Without thinking, she angrily slapped his firm chest with her palm.
"You... you shameless devil!" she hissed, though her voice came out weak and breathy.
In a burst of boldness, she tried to slide her hand inside the opening of his robe, reaching for him, wanting to return even a fraction of the pleasure he had given her. But An Mo instantly caught her wrist, stopping her.
"Lan Lan, this is not the time," he said softly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Today is for you."
An Mo held her close, his large hand gently stroking up and down her bare back in soothing circles. Her body was still trembling faintly against his, soft little aftershocks rippling through her as she tried to catch her breath.
"You must be tired, right?" he whispered tenderly against her ear, his voice low and coaxing. "Sleep for some time, Lan Lan."
Su Qinglan wanted to protest...she wasn’t sleepy at all, she thought stubbornly, even as her eyelids grew impossibly heavy.
She opened her mouth to argue, but a sudden, inexplicable wave of exhaustion washed over her, warm and irresistible, like a thick blanket settling over her mind. Her limbs felt boneless, her thoughts fuzzy.
"I... I’m not..." she mumbled weakly, but the words dissolved into a soft sigh.
Without realizing it, she snuggled deeper into his strong arms, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar, comforting scent.
An Mo chuckled softly, the sound a deep, affectionate rumble in his chest. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head, his lips brushing her hair with infinite gentleness.
"That’s it, my good female," he murmured. "Rest now."
He reached for a soft hide blanket nearby and carefully wrapped it around her naked form, tucking it snugly to keep her warm.
Su Qinglan was already fast asleep in his embrace, her breathing deep and even, her flushed face peaceful and relaxed.
For a long moment, An Mo simply held her, savoring the quiet trust she placed in him. Then, with careful movements so as not to wake her, he eased her down onto the bed, making sure she was comfortable.
He rose quietly and fetched a basin of warm water. Dipping a clean cloth into it, he began to gently clean her...wiping away the traces of her pleasure from her thighs and folds with slow, reverent strokes.
His touch was tender, almost worshipful, as he dried her skin and dressed her again in fresh, warm inner robes, layering them carefully to keep her cozy.
Just as he finished tying the last knot and smoothing the fabric over her, a soft knock sounded at the door.
A knowing smile curved An Mo’s lips.
’Just as I thought.’
He stood, glancing once more at Su Qinglan’s sleeping form before moving toward the door.
