Page 122 of He Is My Bride

Hanjun had grabbed the champagne bucket, filled with ice, and pushed it against his groin with a rather painful groan.

“Don’t do that!” Li Ying exclaimed. “Besides, it’s not help-ing…” he sang and poked the still enlarged cock. It twitched in response.

Hanjun removed the bucket and grunted under his breath, “It’s worse now…” The icy sensation had indeed shrunk his junk, but only temporarily: now the extreme stimulation was making Hanjun’s erection even harder than before.

“Doctor Li prescribes more head.” Li Ying grabbed the tool again and resuming stroking. They shouldn’t keep Hanrong and the driver waiting, they needed to solve this quickly. “How else can I help you, Hanjun?” Li Ying asked him while touching Hanjun off the way he knew the man liked best. “What would get you off?”

Hanjun stared ahead.His lips were still a tightly pressed line but his chest was heaving more and more, and soon Li Ying’s strokes of his cock broke his resistance.

Hanjun’s expression faltered, his eyes fluttering open and close and his lips parted to draw breath. He sighed out in pleasure as it began building in his groin again, greater than before.

“Say those things…” Hanjun asked.

“What things?” Li Ying had a hunch. But Hanjun had liked to hear several naughty things as of late, and Li Ying wasn’t sure which one he meant.

“I’m being an inconvenience…”

“No, no Hanjun—Oh, right.”I have to give it to him good now, we are running late.“Ooh, so you are!” Li Ying mewed evilly. “Look at you, cock out and all fat at the back of a car!” Li Ying scolded and lightly slapped Hanjun’s cock, making the man gasp and his eyes shoot open in shock.

Hanjun’s precum drizzled on his waistband as the cock bounced from the impact. It throbbed something crazy in Li Ying’s hand as he resumed his hold of it, chuckling softly.

“Making everyone wait for you while having your wife satisfy you. Have you no shame?”This is ridiculous,I started it! But he’s loving it.Li Ying proceeded to furiously masturbate Hanjun while continuing to berate him, “Shameless,Hanjun, but you just can’t keep it in your pants, can you?” Li Ying could see Hanjun was running hot over hisevery word. He paused to slap the cock again, harder this time. “Aren’t you ashamed!”

This all only seemed to give Hanjun more and more pleasure, and his moans kept climbing until he remembered himself, slamming a hand over his mouth.

“Moaning like a slut for the wife.” Li Ying cooed. “Mm, I like it when you wear the slutty pants with the slutty shoes…” Li Ying’s other hand slapped Hanjun’s bare ankle, taking him by surprise. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? That you’re dressing up like such a shameless slut for me?”

“Ah…!” Hanjun pushed forth his loins, feeling his release draw close again, so hot, so desperate…

“Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?” Li Ying asked.

Hanjun moaned.

“Junjun,” Li Ying sang teasingly, “tell me: do you like me talking dirty to you?”

“…Yes!” Hanjun gasped and clawed at the seat.

Li Ying chuckled and his playful, teasing voice seemed to drive Hanjun steadily towards the edge now. “Wu Hanjun likes being talked dirty to and humiliated. Isn’t that very embarrassing for a future CEO?”

“A-ah!” Hanjun came with a moan and expression of such naked vulnerability that Li Ying almost missed his cumshot out of enthrallment. Li Ying barely got his mouth on the tip in time, drinking up to contain the surge. After he was certain he had caught every last drop, Li Ying plopped the cock from his mouth and helped Hanjun tuck his tool away now that it was soft and agreed to go down.

“Hanjun, your pants. Here.” Li Ying handed Hanjun a tissue from his purse, and the man carefully dabbed off what droplets of precome had drizzled on his waistband.

“I have to go get changed,” Hanjun said.

“No, silly, it’s just a few small drops, no one will notice it on the white fabric.”

Li Ying got up from the floor, sitting back on the bench and took out his pocket mirror. He found a drop of cum on his cheek from when he had dived in on the prize, and his lipstick was smudged.

It’s a look, but this definitely counts as deviation from the plan.Li Ying took out another tissue to tap his face clean with, and once he was not indecent, Hanjun messaged Hanrong:

Hanrong returned, opening the car door while they both sat pretty and tidied up, Li Ying still fixing his lipstick. Hanrong smiled awkwardly, but it didn’t seem like catching his cousin and his girlfriend having fun had traumatized him for life. They could probably live this down.

“Well, you got the night off to a fun start!” Hanrong joked.

Li Ying chuckled behind his hand, but even he figured to be at least a little embarrassed. “So sorry about that, Hanrong!”