Chapter 713: Your Pretty Mouth [M]
The change in the atmosphere was subtle, but it was enough to make Zeke’s hair stand in the end. He knew this man too well, knew the fiery glint in his eyes like the back of his hand, knew that Lu Yizhou was ready to bring him to the new height of insanity. But the problem was... Zeke was not ready!
Okay, it was very cowardly of him, especially when he was the one who had enticed Lu Yizhou to fuck him in the first place. But in his defense, it was because he had been over-confident with his ability to take Lu Yizhou’s monstrous cock inside himself. Rich experience in the simulator did not mean anything in reality. Right now, Zeke truly felt as if he was going to be torn into two! Lu Yizhou was so huge that he forcefully occupied every single space within Zeke and every movement he made, no matter how small it was, dragged and bumped torturously on Zeke’s wall to the point where oxygen around him seemed to have been sucked into nothingness.
"W–Wait..." Zeke tried to buy himself some time, despite the fact that his demise was already destined tonight. He scrambled to hold onto Lu Yizhou’s arm and pitifully appealed to the man with a bat of his long lashes. "Wait... wait a moment, okay?"
But would Lu Yizhou allow him to chicken out at the last moment? Hehe...
Without a word, Lu Yizhou drew himself out until only the tip remained, then under Zeke’s widening stare, he smirked heartlessly and rammed inside again!
"Oh...!" Zeke’s head lolled back to the pillow as Lu Yizhou picked up a maddening pace that reduced his insides into ruins. His balls slapped against Zeke’s raw ass, creating a cacophony of lewd and wet echoes amidst the bedroom. He proceeded to fuck into Zeke faster, rougher and deeper. "Ah ah ah... Lu Yizhou!!" Zeke’s cries ricocheted off the walls as his insides throbbed and pulsed around the thick manhood. The mixture of pain and pleasure was just the perfect amount to shove Zeke’s rejection down his throat and he struggled to cope with the onslaught of pure bliss that was inflicted on him.
"Lu Yizhou... Lu Yizhou...!" He seemed to have forgotten everything else aside from his beloved’s name as his fingers weakly clung onto Lu Yizhou’s shoulders, screaming and sobbing helplessly.
Just as he thought that he could not take it anymore, Lu Yizhou suddenly eased and his rough thrusting became slow, languid, almost as if he was savoring each delicious drag to the extreme. However, such an act was nothing but pure torture for Zeke. As if the nerves in his entire body had concentrated on the area where they were joined into one, he felt each throb and vein on Lu Yizhou’s hard girth like the man was burning a brand on his body.
He cried, cried so loud that the entire neighborhood would be able to hear him, as he begged Lu Yizhou to grant him liberation. "Please..." Tears flowed freely out of his eyes. "Please, Lu Yizhou... faster..."
Contrary to his expectation, Lu Yizhou stilled and sat back on his heels. His breathing ragged. He weaved his fingers through his damp hair and the predatory gleam in his silver eyes blocked whatever protest was going to come out of Zeke’s mouth. O–Oh, he knew that look...
Zeke gave a violent shudder when Lu Yizhou’s half-lidded gaze swept over him, and the feeling of death scythe hanging over his neck was getting stronger and stronger. This man is going to kill me, he suddenly thought. He is going to kill me in bed. The anticipation was killing him. In the silent bedroom, only their harsh breathing could be heard.
"Do you want me to go faster?" he asked in a soft voice that strangely sent tingles down Zeke’s spine. God, he was really a goner...