What to do if I've locked myself in a book! - Chapter 22

At this moment, the man had already ripped her panties apart with brute force. The erect member he pulled out was pressed against her wet opening, its large glans throbbing eagerly against her labia, spurting out fine, lascivious droplets of moisture.

He was going crazy; if he didn’t thrust in, he would lose his mind.

She was also going crazy, aroused to the point of dripping wetness. Especially seeing that enormous thing, memories of their lovemaking a week ago flooded back.

Her body was about to give in, but her reason forcibly held onto a sliver of clarity. She knew this wasn’t right; she couldn’t develop feelings for someone from her own book.

Taking advantage of the moment his hands were free, she pushed herself up and back, her back slamming against the headboard.

“Wait… I have something to say…”

“Whatever it is, it can wait.”

The man seemed to be radiating heat, his sharp, piercing eyes tinged with red, his Adam’s apple bobbing incessantly. He was more ravenous than if he were drugged.

He swiftly grabbed her slender, white ankles and yanked her toward him, the force causing her to sink down and lie flat on her back.

In the moonlight, her hair spread out like ink. On her flushed, pretty face, her full lips were slightly parted, and her large, watery eyes stared at him with a mixture of shock and shame, giving him the illusion that he was the only thing in her world.

The front of her nightgown was torn open, exposing one breast, its tender nipple trembling slightly from the aftershocks. The torn edge of her panties clung to her thigh, exuding a pitiful, broken beauty that stirred a strong desire to protect her, yet also an irresistible urge to mistreat her.

“No, I can’t… Ugh!!”

Ignoring her resistance, the man hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, grasped his massive cock, aimed at the center of her opening, grunted, and thrust his hips forward. The hard, erect head, slick with glistening moisture, parted her tender labia, crushed past the folded flesh, and slammed heavily into her core.

“Ah!”

“Mmm.”

The instant their bodies joined, the immense pleasure sent shivers through their brains, and a numbing, itching sensation spread from their connection point, pulsing through every limb.

He lowered himself onto her and couldn’t help but thrust. Her small opening felt like a vast ocean; after only a few strokes, the squelching sounds were loud and piercing, incredibly lewd.

He thrust and stirred, his massive cock relentlessly grinding against her inner walls, as if able to produce an endless stream of honeyed juices.

His cock, tormented by desire, rubbed desperately, seeking relief, but the more he fucked, the more it itched, and he couldn’t stop.

She moaned uncontrollably, her body feeling as if it would break with each powerful thrust. Her lower abdomen was constantly filled and blocked by the man’s weapon, and the soft, white flesh seemed to bulge with the outline of his cock.

“Ugh…”

A soft moan that was about to escape was stifled by the man’s descending lips and tongue. Their mouths were already watering, and glistening saliva clung and tangled. Her vision was blurred by the warm, moist sensation, and their heated breaths intertwined. Above, the man’s fluttering lashes were also damp with moisture, concealing the fiery desire in his eyes, which burned ever more intensely.

Her entire opening was turned upward and entered. Her thighs rubbed against her nipples with each thrust, causing a sensation of itching and dryness. Her toes curled tightly inward.

So good!

This shouldn’t be happening; she needed to stop it quickly.

“Do you like being fucked by me?”

“Mmm… Ugh…”

She needed to tell him to stop.

She should be telling him to stop, but the words turned into moans of pleasure.

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Lost in their ecstatic lovemaking, the couple was oblivious to the fact that the loud noises had already disturbed Bai Yiyan. He wasn’t sleeping downstairs but was in his study on the third floor, writing. He usually liked to write all night and then sleep until noon the next day.

Ling Qianqian knew about his habit, but she always fell asleep first, so she wasn’t sure how late Bai Yiyan would stay up.

Due to the confidentiality of Chengjia’s data, writing on electronic devices was prohibited, so Bai Yiyan wrote everything by hand with a fountain pen.

Now, the undeniable noises caused him to unconsciously put down his pen and walk toward the terrace.

The third-floor terrace connected to the study and was right next to Ling Qianqian’s room. If the curtains weren’t drawn, he could clearly see what was happening inside the room from the terrace. If the windows were open, he could even step directly in from the edge of the terrace.

The man had only followed the noise, but the scene that met his eyes was one of utter lewdness.