Instantly, she recoiled, straightening up.

Then he spoke again.

“Sit.” He gestured with his chin towards his lap.

Jiang Yi glanced at his lap, then quickly looked away, her fingers twisting together nervously. “I… I…”

“Don’t want to?” he asked.

She nodded slightly.

“Fine,” he replied.

She couldn’t believe he’d agreed so easily. Relief flooded her, only to be replaced by confusion as he stood, letting his sweatpants fall to the floor, leaving only his discarded underwear tangled around his ankles.

He stepped closer, the space between them shrinking.

As he stood before her, his er3ction was directly in her line of sight.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

What?

Shock filled her eyes.

He looked down at her, his gaze fixed on his own arousal hanging between them. With a single thrust, he could breach the space between them, connecting them completely.

“Open your mouth,” he repeated, his voice deepening, laced with a husky urgency.

Tears welled in her eyes. She remained frozen.

His patience was wearing thin. A fierce desire, tinged with a jealousy he didn’t understand, and a possessive streak he wasn’t aware he possessed, churned within him, threatening to erupt.

If she didn’t obey, he would force her.

But he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Jiang Yi,” he said, her name a plea on his lips. “Be good. Open your mouth.”

His tone was a blend of coercion and coaxing.

His body, however, was less patient. As he spoke, he moved even closer, the tip of his p3nis pressing against her lips.

The soft contact sent a jolt of heat through him, a searing current that spread from the tip of his er3ction throughout his body.

Pleasure, but not enough.

His eyes darkened, the corners lifting in a look of pure lvst.

One last time. If she didn’t open her mouth, he would pry it open himself, hold her head, and thrust inside, brutally filling her throat.

“Jiang Yi,” he murmured, his voice thick with command, “open your mouth.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks as her lips finally parted, accepting the intrusion.

The faint scent of his recent shower lingered on his skin, but even so, the musky scent of arousal was unmistakable.

It served as a stark reminder of what she held in her mouth.

Her lips wrapped around the shaft of his p3nis, her tongue brushing against the sensitive tip, tracing the delicate ridge.

“Mmm,” he groaned, wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks.

She held him, but made no further movements, leaving him aching. He thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper.

“Ever had a lollipop?” he asked, tilting her chin up, savoring the sight of her mouth open around him, her eyes gazing up at him.

The sight was intoxicating.

With his er3ction still in her mouth, she slowly nodded.

“Taste it,” he murmured.