The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride-Chapter 551 - 559 She Actually Fell in Love with the Great God (9)

Ling Momo shook her head, trying to dodge, but Enson pinned her down, sealed her lips with his, and kissed her fiercely. She reached out, struggling to push him away, but he bent down and covered her mouth even more fiercely, kissing her desperately.

Ling Momo was exhausted to the point of wanting to sleep, so she twisted and turned on the bed like a fiesty kitten.

Her squirming was like a cat’s claw to Enson, making him itch with longing. Patiently, he kissed her, touched her, tempted her, until she went completely soft. She could feel the warm tip of his tongue tracing circles around her chest.

Ling Momo couldn’t withstand Enson’s hook and pull. Eventually, she let herself be fully immersed in the passion. She stretched out her arms, holding Enson’s neck, feeling her legs being spread wider little by little. Something burning hot was rubbing against her thighs, and she could clearly feel its throbbing.

Ling Momo couldn’t help but tighten her legs around him, squeezing him so tightly that Enson, who was enjoying himself immensely, almost released then and there. He involuntarily gasped, eliciting giggles of triumph from Ling Momo. With eyes red, Enson pinned down the unsuspecting girl underneath him, then thrust into her fiercely.

Ling Momo let out a low cry, feeling as if her body was about to be sent flying by his impact.

Her hands clenched his shoulders even tighter, and he embraced her waist. With a roll, they switched positions—her on top, him underneath. He gripped her waist, moving her up and down, then quickened the pace. Without support, she nearly collapsed several times but was forcefully held up by him. In the end, her body twitched continuously, and she cried out "Brother" pleading for mercy.

He wasn’t finished; he just wanted her to climax. Despite his efforts to prop up her waist and have her move in rhythm with him, she refused to comply. The more she resisted, the more he craved. So, helplessly, he grabbed her arms, leaned over her back, and entered from behind. This contact brought them even closer. Her hands gripped the sheets; he kissed her pristine back, grasped her chest, and then they were lost in another bout of uncontrollable madness.

Finally, it ended. She lay on the bed like a pool of spring water, gasping for breath.

The once-neat bed was now a complete mess. He still lay on top of her, unwilling to stop the kisses that he lavished over her skin—focused, lingering, earnest, passionate—until she suddenly flipped over and lifted her head, then bit his nose. He moved up in the darkness and captured her lips, and they exchanged a deep, intimate kiss.

Just when both felt they were about to suffocate from the kisses, they reluctantly let go of each other. He held her, lying together on the bed, then they inhaled and exhaled together, perfectly in sync, wonderfully content.

Soon she fell asleep in this peaceful serenity, with her eyes closed, a smile on her lips, leaning against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.