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Liu Qingge was promptly shoved on the door as it closed with a bang, clicking sound resonating as the hotel room locked. Luo Binghe put one hand on her hip and the other on her chin, tilting it to attack her lips with a breathtaking kiss. Moaning, she reciprocated it eagerly, and threw her hands around his shoulders. His right hand wandered through her side, stroking it all the way up to her ribs, avoiding her breasts, before heading back to her hip. There, it slid to grab her ass and firmly pressed their pelvis together. She let out a surprised yelp that got promptly drowned by eager lips, and she shivered, pressure growing when their hips started grinding against each other.
He let out a content sigh and she opened her eyes. Lustful golden eyes were boring into her and the moment he caught her staring, his lips curled into a smirk.
She threw her head back, breaking the kiss to catch her breath and calm her beating heart. She couldn’t seem to remember what she had wanted to talk to him about. She frowned as her brain started running again, waiting for her memory to return.
Luo Binghe growled in protest before leaning in and catching her ear between his teeth. He nibbled the lobe, bit it and licked the wound which earned him another moan and she tilted her head to grant him better access. Pleased with himself, he moved on to her neck where he proceeded to suck on her skin to bruise.
"Oh, God."
She felt a huff of breath on her sensitive skin.
"It's Binghe, actually."
The cockiness wasn’t a surprise, but Liu Qingge wasn’t in the mood enough not to be put off but his arrogance. She took a handful of his hair and tugged his head away.
"Hey! I wasn't done-"
"Yes, yes you are."
He frowned.
"Did you.. did you come already?"
"What?! No Of course not! Who the fuck would come with just that level of teasing?!"
"Well-"
"It was a rhetorical question!"
Liu Qingge straightened herself, put the straps back on her shoulders and smoothed her dress to a respectable state to Luo Binghe’s dismay. She had finally remembered why she was here. Well, apart from that. She cleared her throat.
"Before we.. Before we continue, I actually have a favour to ask you."
His expression smoothened into a smirk.
"Like a sexual favour?"
She shoved him away.
"You're such an animal! Is that the only thing going on in your little brain?! No, not a sexual favour you heathen!"
He threw her a look of disbelief.
"We're in a hotel room about to have sex. What else am I supposed to think about?"
"Whatever. Listen, I need you to be my plus one at the ceremony next weekend. I know it's short notice but-"
"Weren't you already going with Yue Qinyuan? You had even gotten the ok from Shen Jiu, it was a whole thing."
"That was before we were photographed when we bumped into each other at the coffee shop. Now, there's rumours circulating about him cheating on her with me, I can’t show up at a public event at his arm, it would only confirm them! And I can’t just let it be because at some point, Shen Jiu will give birth, and go back to work, and learn about it. No, I need to kill these rumours before it happens, and the most effective way to do that, is for me to show up with another man. Give them something else to speculate on.”
"So you came to me?"
"Oh, wipe that smirk off your face! It's not like you were my top choice."
He crossed his arms.
"Oh? But then what happened? Did they all say no?"
"Well, it's not like you were last either so I haven't asked everyone on my list."
She was cautious to avoid his gaze.
"Oh... Who was first?"
"Yue Qingyuan because he would have been polite enough for us both and he's so much better than me at all that socializing stuff."
"Too bad. No Golden Boy for you."
"Unfortunately. So I asked Mobei Jun-"
"Mobei Jun? For a social event, you picked Mobei Jun over me?!"
"Well, no. If socializing was my goal, that would be a terrible choice. But I only need someone to keep me company and Mobei Jun is quiet and he would run off anyone who would come to talk to me."
"Ah, of course. And what did he say ?"
"He told me that he'd rather exchange places with Prometheus and get his liver eaten alive. Then, he hung up on me."
He laughed.
"Yeah, that sounds like Mobei Jun."
She sighed.
"So are you gonna do it?"
His lips widened in a big, cheeky smile.
"You're telling me I'm third on your list?"
"Oh don't flatter yourself. I know like five guys."
"Still. So, who else made it?"
She rolled her eyes but answered, gritting her teeth.
"Mu Qingfang and Gongyi Xiao. In that order."
"Gongyi Xiao?!"
She made a face.
"I know. At this point, I'd rather go alone and suffer the media slander."
His brows creased as he processed the new information.
“And… what about Mu Qingfang?"
Her mouth grimaced.
"Well, I'm sure he would be great. It's just that..."
He was strangely still, not daring to move as he waited for the answer.
She exhaled loudly.
"If I invite him, he will probably think that it means something or whatever. I don't want him to get ideas or to lead him on, you know ?"
He nodded slowly, his throat suddenly dry.
"Smart. Yep. No ideas."
She glared at him.
"So? Now are you finally gonna give me an answer?"
Her eyes fell back on him and she pinched her lips. She looked almost vulnerable, a ludicrous idea to anyone who had never slept with the powerful athlete.
"Sure, I'll go. It will be a good way to make connexions, spread my name."
"Well, uh, I will first remind you that they invited me as the guest of honour and-"
He leaned forward, pressing a hand on the door and caging her.
"Yeah, yeah. Are you done? Can we continue now?"
He extended an arm that she slapped away.
"Wait, wait. I have something important to add since you will be at the ceremony. And I'm telling you in advance so you'll know how to behave-"
"Spill it already. I'm hard as -"
"Shen Yuan will be there."
His eyes widened, his breath hitched.
"Shen... Shen Yuan? But... Wait."
"Yes. She’s flying back for the birth of her niece and she'll be there with her wife."
His lips turned in distaste.
"So they're still married."
"I'm pretty sure that with all the alarms you must have on the web, you'll be the first to know if they ever separate."
"That Shang Qinghua-"
"Actually, according to the British laws she's Shen Qinghua now."
"That sounds terrible."
"Come on, Binghe. It's been six years. Get over it."
He glared at her.
"I don't expect you to understand so at least refrain from commenting on it."
She held his gaze for a moment before looking aside.
"Whatever. Not my problem. As long as you behave at the ceremony, I don't care."
"Glad we're on the same page then. So, do you have another bomb to drop on me or can we finally do what we came here for?"
She felt him close the distance between their bodies, and press the hard tent in his pants against her. She will probably never get used to the size of the monster he kept hidden. She shivered in anticipation.
"Impatient. Shameless and impatient."
"Says the woman who's grinding back."
"Less talking, more fucking."
He chuckled, instead of bothering to point out the hypocrisy of the statement.
He bent his knees to hoist her on his shoulder and ignored her struggling to carry her to the bed and threw her there.
"Hey! You could at least give me some warning-"
He effectively shut her up by getting rid of his top before getting to his belt, unbuckling it at speed record. Once he was out of his pants, he didn't waste time to join her and kissed her hungrily.
With her arms around his shoulders, he could easily sneak his hands on her back and unzip her dress. He moaned appreciatively as he felt the bare skin beneath his fingers.
"No bra today?"
"Well, I hate them, you hate them. And we're not gonna need them anyway."
Their lips met again. Luo Binghe's hands slowly slid the dress down her shoulders and Liu Qingge obediently let her arms fall on the bed so he could get it off her. After freeing her breasts, he abruptly stopped and pinned the garnement on the bed, trapping her arms. She groaned into the kiss.
"What are you doing?! Get this dress off of me!"
His lustful eyes scanned his work, licking his lips at the view.
"But isn't it hotter like this? You, squirming underneath me, unable to move, completely at my mercy?"
She licked her lips and could feel her getting wetter between her legs. She did very much like the idea and yet... She opened her mouth to protest but stopped before she uttered a word. What did she think she was doing !? If she admitted to Luo Binghe that she wanted to touch him, he would never let her live it down. She'd rather die.
She looked down at her half naked body, eyes scanning their situation before eventually falling to the huge bulge in his boxer brief. And in a second, her mind was made up. She launched her legs so her ankles locked together where his hips met his ass.
"You're really the most shameless guy I know."
He gave her a toothy smile.
"Like you don't love it."
Without wasting any more time, he threw his head down, lapping and biting his way down from her neck to her breasts. While he thoroughly marked her skin, his hands stroked her legs. As they approached her junk, his mouth kissed his way to her left nipple. He latched onto it, alternating between nibbling, sucking and licking depending on her reactions.
Her arms struggled against the tight fabric around them. She had this urge to grab him. To put her arms around him, to run her fingers between his hair and pull him closer. As his hands finally reached her crotch and teased her there, she arched her back, bucking her hips in a desperate attempt to get more of what he was giving.
Fortunately for her, even if the man above was indeed a tease and a pervert, he was also an attentive and generous lover.
Seeing her desperation, he rolled her underwear down her ass and plunged a finger inside her vagina. He stroked her insides with great care, focusing on the sensitive bundle of nerves and reeled in the loud moans he was drawing out of her.
"More! Binghe, Binghe, I need more!"
She cried out in pleasure as two more fingers entered her, filling her and increasing the pressure. Her brain's sole preoccupation was to get off at this point. She pushed her hips on the digits, riding them as hard as her legs’ muscled allowed. Tears formed in her eyes as she came closer and closer to release without being able to reach it. She whimpered.
"More! I'm close, so close, Binghe! I wanna come!"
His mouth gave her left nipple one last kiss and parted from it.
"But I'm already fucking you so well, Qingge... Don't you feel how tight you're gripping on my fingers? How wet you are? And you're still asking for more? You're such a greedy slut."
He made a point to bring his unoccupied hand to her other nipple and pinched it. She let out a cry as her lower body tightened up even more.
"Hmm. Still not enough? Such a handful. What am I gonna do with you?"
"Binghe, my clit! Touch my clit!"
He bit her hard and some tears rolled down, but this time, her mouth opened without letting out a sound. He clicked his tongue.
"Is that a way of asking for a favour? How rude. Here I am, slaving away for your own pleasure and this is how you treat me? How about you beg for it nicely instead? I might just give it to you then."
She whimpered weakly at the delicious promise, too far gone up the ladder of pleasure to care about things like pride.
"Please, Binghe, please! Please, I want you to touch my clit, rub it, just- Please, I need it!"
He licked at the nipple presented to him, humming pensively.
"... Are you sure that's what you want?"
She let out a sob, nodding.
"Yes, yes, yes! Binghe, please! I beg you, touch my clit, make me come! I can't take it anymore, please!"
"Hmm... Fine. I'll touch it. But you better come for me, then."
He put his thumb on the nub of nerves and played with it.
It only took an embarrassingly short amount of time and a touch barely heavier than a feather, but Liu Qingge couldn't care less at this moment. She could only feel satisfaction in its purest form as she finally climaxed. She released a guttural moan as tension left her body: her back crashed on the mattress, her arms relaxed and her legs struggled to keep their hold, shivering from the effort.
She still hadn't come down from her high when she felt his fingers leave her but she didn't even have the time to feel empty before the space was filled again. She moaned as Luo Binghe's infamous cock thrusted into her.
This length, this girth, this heat. It felt like bliss.
His head was now beside her ear where he let out a content sigh.
"Fuck, your pussy really is the best. How do you feel tighter every time we do this?"
He started peppering kisses on her neck and she tugged on her improvised binds again.
"Please, Binghe, release my arms now. Please."
He stopped his ministrations and hummed in a seemingly detached way but she knew better, having felt the twitch of his dick and, under different circumstances, would have definitely called bullshit.
"Well. I wasn't planning on letting you out... but I did say that I would consider your requests if you asked nicely."
He tilted her chin to meet her eyes. Liu Qingge couldn't see more than a blurry face between the tears but his fingers held a gentleness that, until then, she had exclusively associated with his teasing. He leaned in, capturing her lips as his hands ran down her body. He quickly freed her arms out of the straps and she wrapped them around his head, pushing it closer like she had been itching to do.
He laughed into the kiss at her eagerness. He secured her hips between his hands before pulling out and thrusting back in.
She could barely keep up with the kiss as the fast pace drew moans out of her, each louder than the previous one. Yet, it didn't seem to bother Luo Binghe who was seemingly content with the sloppy work.
The pace of his hips quickened steadily until she could only throw her head back when she could no longer contain her cries.
"Good! So good! I'm almost there, your cock feels so good! Fuck me harder, please!"
"Shit!"
He leaned back and dug his nails into her skin as he lifted her hips and thrusted in as hard as he could. He then used his arms’ strength and hips to pull himself out and back in as hard and fast as possible. The pounding was unbearable and everything she had wanted at the same time. It was all too much. It was perfect.
She came somewhere along the way to his own release. She cried out his name as darkness overtook her vision and stars danced beneath her eyelids. The tightening of her insides made him lose his rhythm. Erratic as it became, it was no less punishing. She was fucked thoroughly through her orgasm and some more. She didn't have any strength left in her body, and could barely let out protesting whimpers as he used her to reach his own climax. Even then, when he finally came inside of her, he still didn't let go, riding the momentum as much as he could.
She barely registered when he stood still. Her unfocused, tired eyes looked up at the breathtaking image of this God like man in ecstasy. Her insides tightened.
He opened his eyes in surprise, like he had forgotten where he was, completely lost in the pleasure. He smirked at her.
"What, not enough? Well, don't worry. There’s still plenty to come."