Chapter 1794: Chapter 1791: I Want More
Xu Wendong nodded slightly, his movement gentle yet tinged with urgency as he slowly pulled out.
Then he gently helped Qing Niao up, turned her around, and had her kneel on the soft bed.
Qing Niao raised her round, plump ass high, like a little beast waiting to be tamed.
Xu Wendong’s hands held her waist firmly, and with a wet squelch he thrust into that damp, tender place of hers...
This brand‑new angle made Qing Niao let out a long, utterly satisfied moan.
Her hands clutched the sheets tightly, knuckles whitening from the force, as if trying to seize and hold on to that surging pleasure.
Xu Wendong’s movements gradually sped up, and once again the room filled with the fierce slap of bodies colliding, mixed with their rough, ragged breathing, weaving together into a symphony steeped in desire.
Outside the window.
The city’s neon lights were still tirelessly flickering, their multicolored glow filtering through the gossamer‑thin curtains to dance and flicker over their sweat‑slick bodies, as if cheering for this blazing bout of lovemaking.
The air in the room grew thick with an even stronger scent of hormones, sweat and lust mingling together, luring one to sink completely into it, unable to pull away.
Xu Wendong’s hands slowly caressed Qing Niao’s satin‑smooth back, feeling every subtle shiver that rippled through her from pleasure.
Those tremors were like electric currents, jolting his nerves and stoking his desire ever higher.
Qing Niao’s cries grew higher, more impassioned; her body began to spasm out of control, every inch of her skin seeming to voice the ecstasy she was drowning in.
Xu Wendong keenly felt Qing Niao’s body clenching hard around him; he knew she was about to climax again.
So his thrusts became even fiercer, his speed faster and faster, as if he meant to pour all his love and desire into this moment, holding nothing back.
At last.
Qing Niao let out a heart‑rending scream, her body convulsing as if struck by lightning as she once more reached the Peak of desire.
Xu Wendong also let go completely in the midst of her climax, the raging pleasure surging over him like a breached flood.
Their bodies clung tightly together, as if trying to merge into each other’s Soul, unwilling to part for a long, long time.
Yet Qing Niao’s desire still didn’t seem fully appeased.
She panted softly, a burning hunger still flickering in her eyes as she once more leaned to Xu Wendong’s ear and whispered, "I still want more..."
Looking at the woman in his arms, brimming with inexhaustible passion, Xu Wendong’s lips curved into a doting yet helpless wry smile; it was as if even he hadn’t expected her to be this ravenous.
On second thought, it made sense.
He’d been gone so long; she had borne nothing but loneliness and emptiness all that time. Even now that he was back, truly satisfying her was never something that could be done once or twice.
With that in mind.
Xu Wendong kissed Qing Niao’s red lips with deep, overflowing affection.
His tongue domineeringly pried her lips apart and tangled fiercely with hers, teasing and playing, every intertwining stroke seeming to fuse their Souls into one.
Qing Niao clung to Xu Wendong like a vine winding up his body.
Her arms locked hard around his neck, her legs instinctively wrapped tight around his waist, as if she wished she could embed herself into him without leaving a single piece behind.
Xu Wendong straightened his strong body a little, his broad palms supporting Qing Niao’s perky ass, lifting her from the soft bed with effortless ease.
Their bodies remained joined like conjoined twins, not separating for even a breath.
Qing Niao’s chest heaved violently, her gasps coming one after another, the warm air she exhaled brushing over Xu Wendong’s neck like feathers, making him shudder all over.
She tipped her head back, rosy lips lightly biting Xu Wendong’s earlobe, her voice soft and syrupy yet laden with yearning as she whispered, word by word, "Wendong, I want more, I want so much more..."
Those tempting words were like a spark to dynamite, instantly reigniting the blaze of desire deep inside Xu Wendong.
Holding Qing Niao in his arms, Xu Wendong staggered slightly but strode with firm steps toward the window.
Outside, the city’s clamor and splendor carried on; on the streets packed with cars, people hurried past and traffic flowed endlessly, while inside this room the heat burned like open flames, a stark, vivid contrast.
He gently pressed Qing Niao against the glass, which the neon lights had painted in dazzling colors.
Qing Niao’s back met the icy glass, and that instant chill made her whole body shudder. But that coolness colliding with the volcanic heat raging inside her instead brought a brand‑new, indescribable thrill.
Xu Wendong’s movements grew wilder, more unrestrained, his lips trailing with unending longing over Qing Niao’s white, jade‑like collarbones and beautifully contoured shoulders.
Every place he lingered, he left behind a hazy love bite, as though carving his mark into her skin.
Qing Niao arched her slender neck, her gaze hazy and intoxicated; she looked out at the bustling night scene beyond the window, the multicolored lights reflecting off her blush‑stained cheeks, adding yet another layer of sultry allure to her already bewitching face.
Her hands clawed wildly at the broad expanse of Xu Wendong’s back, the moans spilling from her lips rising higher and more drawn‑out, echoing again and again in the enclosed, erotically charged room.
"Baby, you’re going to be the death of me," Xu Wendong ground out between his teeth, every word wrapped in heavy, rasping breaths.
He showed no sign of slowing down; instead he pounded into her even harder, every powerful thrust making Qing Niao’s body jolt uncontrollably, the tremors racing through her like currents of electricity.
Qing Niao’s waist twisted like a lithe snake, rolling and writhing madly as she threw herself into matching Xu Wendong’s rhythm with everything she had.
Her mouth spilled endless gasps: "Don’t Stop... keep going just like that, I want more..."
Her voice, tormented by desire, had gone hoarse and ragged, her eyes fogged with intoxication, as if she were drowning in the surging tide of pleasure, incapable of escape.
As the pleasure swelled like a rising tide, Qing Niao’s body went taut again, every muscle quivering. She knew she was about to reach that Peak of desire once more.
Xu Wendong also sensed the subtle changes in Qing Niao’s body; his arms tightened around her like iron, as if he meant to crush her into his very bones.
He quickened his pace, the sound of bodies slamming together and their harsh panting intertwining, faster and fiercer, as though they meant to shatter the night’s stillness completely.
Finally, Qing Niao let out another heart‑splitting scream, her cry brimming with ultimate bliss and fulfillment as her body convulsed violently, like it had been shocked, and she was driven over the edge into climax.
Almost at the same moment, Xu Wendong let go completely, the tidal wave of pleasure crashing down over them, swallowing them whole.
Wrapped in the aftershocks of passion, they clung tightly to each other, and in that instant the world seemed to Stop, leaving only the thunder of their pounding hearts.
