Zhou Ye was truly special to her. He introduced her to a new level of intimacy in a relationship.

She had always known Zhou Ye was different in and out of bed, but this was the first time she felt threatened by him in bed.

Xia Yao turned her face away, closed her legs, and pulled the blanket over her body. Her pale thighs were still trembling slightly, the flush of her cl1max not yet faded from her cheeks. One hand clutched the blanket while the other covered her lower body, a simple attempt to protect herself.

What her boyfriend was doing to her now was beyond her limits. At its core, she simply didn't understand it.

She loved Zhou Ye, but she didn't know what love was... How could she show him that she loved him?

Zhou Ye, not receiving an answer, looked down at her opening. The delicate flesh had just been stretched open by him, clearly wet. There was a lot of fluid; he had thrust so much that it overflowed with white cream, matting her pbbic hair into strands, a scene more er0tic than he had imagined.

He placed his c0ck between her fingers and slid it up and down. Her fingers immediately closed.

"I can't do this anymore, Zhou Ye... stop."

"Move your hand."

His voice sounded cold. Xia Yao gripped the blanket tighter, her fingers twitching before reluctantly moving away.

The high school boy's erect c0ck was a weapon that could make his girlfriend's opening flow all night. Without even needing to guide it, the hard, thick c0ck rubbed against her freshly stretched opening before plunging in fully.

"Ah..." As he entered her, Xia Yao's thighs began to spasm with sensitivity.

She writhed on the bed, trying to escape, but as soon as her hips moved a bit, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down.

Once fully inside, he held her hand and began thrusting forcefully against her thighs, his waist seemingly tireless, his thrusts fast and fierce.

"No, no, it hurts." The flesh inside her desperately wanted a break; the spasms of her cl1max had her nerves on edge.

If he continued to thrust now, those nerves, still connected, would be relentlessly assaulted outside of cl1max, the sensation excruciatingly sharp.

Her limbs began to feel weak and sore, and Xia Yao trembled violently. The hand he gripped tightly was pressed against Zhou Ye's firm, defined abs. She wanted to push him away, but instead, he held her down and thrust even harder.

"Mn... Zhou Ye, please slow down, okay?"

"Do you love me or not? Hmm?"

He relentlessly pursued this question, as if issues unresolved off the bed could be solved with this approach now.

Perhaps mindful of her earlier cries of pain, his thumb began to rub her cl1t rapidly.

His c0ck thrust into her soft, tender opening just as quickly, overcoming any resistance with sheer force.

The large bed shook with their movements, filled with the sounds of their panting and the incessant "squish-squish" of fluids, as if he were not penetrating her but a slick, wet spring.

The girl was being thrust into with such intensity on the bed, she truly didn't want to be penetrated anymore, but the boy, still waiting for her answer, clearly had an emotional barrier between them.

It wasn't pain she felt below, but an intense ache, like a fingernail digging into her navel. Her cl1t and lower abdomen spasmed continuously during sex, the discomfort so intense she felt like she might urinate.

"I need to..." She wanted to say she needed to pee; the sharp sensation wasn't coming from her opening but from her urethra, intensely stimulated by his rapid thrusting.

She hadn't urinated since climbing a mountain that afternoon and wondered if he would be disgusted if she did so now.

"What do you need?" Zhou Ye's fingers moved from her wrist to between her fingers, gripping them tightly. "Do you need me?"

"I need you." Defeated by her own shame, Xia Yao looked up at him with pleading eyes, the corners red, her dark eyes misty with tears.

Zhou Ye's Adam's apple moved. He leaned down, pressing against her body, his arm reaching under her, his fingers resting on her shoulders, thrusting against her soft body.

"Do you love me or not?"

This time, his tone was less forceful, almost lazy, though his gaze remained cold, clearly still angry.

He had made it clear that if she didn't say something tonight, he would keep thrusting into her all night.

Even if his c0ck couldn't stay hard, he would use his hands. He didn't need to use his genitals to make her obey; as long as her cl1t was still sensitive, he could force her into cl1max repeatedly.

Tears still in her eyes, Xia Yao nodded repeatedly, her voice tinged with grievance as she said, "I love you."

Upon receiving her answer, her boyfriend softened entirely, leaning down to gently kiss her lips, exploring her mouth.

He knew this was just her love in bed.

Next time, he should buy some toys for her... Zhou Ye had this thought for the first time. During s3x, he wanted to see her make even more desperate expressions.

He wanted to see her lose control because of him.

...To prove that he wasn't the only one becoming unrecognizable because of her.

Becoming more and more like a p3rvert.