“What are you doing! Give it back—ah!” She reached for her underwear, but his sudden movement caught her off guard. A moan escaped her lips, and her waist trembled. The most sensitive part of her was pressed against the hard bone of his knee, the cool, rough fabric of his trousers rubbing against her delicate folds, sending shivers down her spine.

Chen Huaixu, fully clothed, held her loosely, his expression giving nothing away of the intimate act he was engaged in.

“Itchy…” She panted, squirming under his touch. She tried to get up, but he held her down. The insistent pressure of his knee, grinding against her, made her weak.

“Where does it itch?” He lifted his knee slightly, changing the angle of the pressure. “Here?”

“Mmm… No… Stop… Not there…” Yan Zhen trembled, her voice shaking. “Don’t… We can’t…”

He continued to tease her, and she instinctively moved against him, seeking relief.

“Such a hungry little mouth,” he murmured, his voice husky. He lightly patted her swollen folds. “Looks like I’ll need to feed it more often.”

Though slightly dazed, Yan Zhen understood his innuendo. She angrily tried to bite him again, but he pulled her close, pushing up her shirt and unclasping her bra.

The straps slid off her shoulders, exposing her bre4sts to the air. He cupped them in his hands, gently kneading. Yan Zhen glanced down, the sight intensifying the eroticism of the moment. A tingling sensation spread through her, her ears burning. She gasped, “Stop… Don’t do that!”

He released her br3asts, continuing to move his knee against her as he bent down to take her n1pple into his mouth. She tried to push him away, but he caught her wrists, pinning them behind her back. The position forced her chest forward, as if offering herself to him.

He suckled and nipped at her n1pples, his tongue circling the peaks. The faint scent of her freshly showered skin heightened the sensual experience.

Caught between the sensations of his mouth and his knee, Yan Zhen moaned, tugging at his hair and whimpering in protest.

Sensing her escalating arousal, he sucked hard on her n1pple, simultaneously thrusting his knee upwards, hitting her cl1t. Yan Zhen cried out, her mind going blank as she shuddered through a climax.

His gaze remained fixed on her, taking in her flushed, desire-filled expression.

“You were definitely impatient,” Chen Huaixu chuckled, his voice hoarse. “You’ve soaked your pants.”

As the intense pleasure subsided, Yan Zhen, mortified, lunged forward to cover his mouth. He caught her hand and guided it down to his groin.

The hard, hot bulge beneath his trousers was intimidating.

Remembering the last time, when her hand ached from pleasuring him for so long, she refused. “No way!”

“Don’t want to use your hand?”

“No!” she said firmly.

“Fine.” He released her hand.

Though their intimate encounters had been few, Yan Zhen knew Chen Huaixu was usually dominant in these situations. She was puzzled by his easy acquiescence but decided not to question it. Relieved, she grabbed the strap of her bra and tried to slide off his lap, but he pulled her back.

Holding her tightly, he undid his belt, his warm breath against her ear. He whispered, “If you don’t want to use your hand, use something else to help me, baby.”