What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 12

Without a word, he grabbed her full breasts. His rough palms kneaded them, making her moan in embarrassed arousal.

He freed one hand and grasped his painfully hard cock, slapping it against her soft lower belly.

Her snow-white stomach quivered slightly. Below, she was already drenched, desire burning away all reason.

“Lift your legs. Open.”

Cheng Ye’s voice was hoarse, a command soaked in lust. She obeyed without thinking, lifting her legs and spreading them into an M shape.

The man let out a muffled groan. Holding his thick sex, he lined it up with her entrance, teased it a few times, then pressed down hard. With a slick sound, he crushed through layers of soft flesh and drove straight into her core.

“Mm!!”

“Hng!”

The long, thick shaft went all the way in. Their lower bodies fit tightly together, drawing a sigh from both of them.

An overwhelming pleasure burst from where they were joined, surging like an electric pulse through their limbs.

Slap, slap, slap—

He began thrusting at once, the loud sounds of their bodies colliding ringing in her ears.

Her hole was wet and tight. Each in-and-out movement was like a small mouth sucking on his size, pleasure beyond words.

“You teased me on purpose. Feels good now, doesn’t it? ”

“Mm… no…”

Blushing, she turned her head away. There was no washing this clean now, and she couldn’t tell him she’d done it for the bigger picture.

Being completely filled by his size, combined with the terrifying tightness and sensitivity of a hole starved for two years and gushing with fluid, made her feel like she was about to soar from pleasure.

The man kissed her again urgently. For several moments, she mistakenly thought she was making love with Ji Shi.

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At the same time, in a unit on the seventh floor of an ordinary apartment building, Ling Qianqian’s laptop was typing by itself.

The glow of the screen outlined Ji Shi’s features.

His Adam’s apple bobbed nonstop, his heart raced, and a huge tent stood in his pants as he stared unblinkingly at the words appearing on the screen.

Earlier, he had called to urge her to submit her manuscript, but she didn’t answer. So he came over directly—he had a key to her place.

When he entered, she wasn’t there. Her phone lay quietly beside the open laptop.

To his shock, the laptop was automatically typing, and no key he pressed worked.

Looking closely, he realized the original content of the novel he was urging had been completely rewritten. This brand-new story was still typing itself, and the plot was gripping—far more exciting than the old-fashioned romance it had been before.

Forgetting everything else, his professional instinct kept his eyes glued to the screen. The content was too captivating to look away.

What he didn’t know was that what the screen was writing was exactly what Ling Qianqian was experiencing, happening in real time.

Ji Shi got hard just watching. The novel’s heroine had become Ling Qianqian, having sex with Cheng Ye, who looked very much like Ji Shi himself. The writing was vivid, the images intense.

Unable to hold back, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully erect penis, as if the one making love to Ling Qianqian were himself.

He had always liked Ling Qianqian—liked her for a long time, even earlier than Luo Qian. He had never confessed, keeping that love buried deep in his heart for seven years.

The room was unbearably hot. Sweat poured off him, a flush spreading across his pale face. Following the words on the screen, he wrapped his hand around his hard cock and began stroking.

Qianqian.

I want her so badly.

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I want to take her hard.

Thump—thump—

That fierce desire seemed to pierce the screen and affect Cheng Ye, making him thrust even harder.

“Mm… slow down… it’s too big…”

By now they had changed positions. Ling Qianqian was facing away, kneeling on the bed with her hips raised, being taken from behind.

She clutched the bedsheets, clawing deep wrinkles into the gray fabric. The man gripped her waist, his sex invading her from behind without pause.

The fast, forceful thrusts made her suspended breasts sway wildly. Her body rocked back and forth with each impact.

As if every powerful thrust were about to drive straight through her.