Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off - Chapter 239

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Never Tease a Big Bad Wolf! (M)
Han Jue’s mind was utterly gone. The sheer, relentless pleasure of her hands, her boldness, her eyes… it was too much for his hard earned restraint.

He had never felt such intense, chaotic sensation. He had reached the point of no return. The proud wolf was nowhere in sight, only a helpless husband remained.

With a sudden, violent intake of breath, Han Jue realized he had come right there in her soft hands. The shock, the shame, and the overwhelming release hit him simultaneously.

In that instant, Han Jue finally lost himself.

He immediately gripped her hips hard and, with a powerful surge of strength, lifted himself off the ground, her still sitting on him.

As he stood, she clung to him in surprise.

“What happened?” she exclaimed, shocked by the sudden shift in power.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense, a primal fire burning in their depths.

“No, it is my time, Lan Lan,” he said slowly, his voice rough. “You have had your fun.”

“No!” she screamed. “I have only just started!”

But her protest was immediately drowned out by another powerful kiss, and this time it was not clumsy or shy, but deep, possessive, and dominating.

She barely had time to register the change before he moved, carrying her swiftly to the edge of the fire’s warmth.

Soon, she found herself lying on her back on the soft bed of leaves he had prepared earlier. He pulled his lips from hers and looked down at her dangerously before saying, “Lan Lan… your time is over.”

His eyes became even more dangerous, and she saw a glint of the predator in them.

Oh my, had she gone that far? Was she going to be devoured by a big, bad wolf? Ah, her heart was trembling with excitement.

And she clung to him even more, whispering in his ears like a shameless vixen, “Are you angry, Jue Jue? Then show me how angry you are.”

This time, he truly did not stop. Maybe he was shy at first, but now, after so much, if he was still shy, he was not fit to be called a beastman.

Soon, the hungry beast inside him took over.

He bit her neck to punish her before immediately pulling down her dress and, with it, her soft panties, leaving her exposed in one move. His other hand unhooked her bra in one go. Her eyes widened. How did he know how to do that so fast?

But Han Jue had always been watching her closely. Whenever she removed her clothes, he already knew how to remove them.

He did not stop there. His mouth lowered to her soft mounds that were bouncing in front of him like tempting peaches.

He immediately cupped them and kneaded them roughly while parting her legs as wide as possible to fit himself inside.

He leaned so close that his hard length was poking directly at her honey pot, but without entering it. At each graze from him, her honey pot only gushed out more wetness.

He breathed heavily, his chest heaving, his powerful body hovering just above hers. The air between them was thick with steam and the scent of heated skin. His gaze, usually so gentle, was now sharp and assessing, locked entirely on her, on the wet, exposed core of her.

“Lan Lan,” he rasped, his voice raw. “You pushed me too far.”

His fingers were kneading her breasts possessively, making her soft skin protest and her nipples spring into hard peaks. She gasped, arching up against his touch.

He dipped his head and latched onto one peak with a hungry groan, sucking hard, a fierce, demanding pull that sent a jolt straight to her core. Her hands instantly tangled in his thick hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

“Jue Jue… please,” she begged, the word lost in the tangle of his mouth.

He moved his mouth across her chest, leaving a trail of fire and wetness, before moving back to her waist. His hand slid down, his thumb hooking into the damp coldness of her entrance, pulling gently, exposing her to his view and the cool air.

He did not touch her sensitive flesh with his fingers, though. He used the very tip of his hard length, pushing it gently, rubbing the crowned head back and forth against her swollen opening.

In, out. In, out.

It was the ultimate torture. The head of the beastman was massive, hot, and driving her mad. She could feel the pressure, the promise of fullness, but he kept it strictly on the outside.

“Look at you,” he growled, pulling back slightly to watch her expression. “So wet for me. Did you think I would not take what is mine?”

“I am already yours, Han Jue!” she cried out, her hips bucking up, desperate to meet the pressure, desperate to take him inside.

But he responded not by entering, but by dropping his head down again, moving past her belly, past her thighs, until his mouth found her.

His tongue replaced the tip of his length.

A deep moan tore from Su Qinglan’s throat. She arched violently off the ground, her hands grasping his long hair, scrabbling for purchase as he explored her with shocking depth and enthusiasm.

His hands gripped her thighs, holding them wide open. His mouth was hot, wet, and absolutely tireless. He knew exactly where to press, where to tease, where to suck. He was focused, intense, and clearly determined to punish her for her earlier game.

“You like that, Lan Lan?” he mumbled against her skin, his breath sending delicious shivers through her.

She could not speak. She could only shake her head violently, her eyes squeezed shut, already halfway to explosion. The shame of being brought to this point so quickly by his mouth was entirely overshadowed by the pleasure.

Damn. Her traitorous body. Would her dream of becoming a sugar mommy ever happen or not?

She wanted to cry, but she could only scream as his tongue did wonders to her honey pot. Now she realized that not only was he good with his hands, but also with his tongue.

Han Jue finally looked up with a possessive expression on his face, his lips shiny from her wetness. He moved his face away, planting a final, possessive bite on her inner thigh.

“Ahh! Han Jue… do not… I will never do that…”

“Who said you do not have to do that…” he said before biting her tender skin again, leaving a glaring red mark.