Page 52 of He Is My Bride

Hanjun’s fingers dug into the leather of the seat and he unwittingly bucked up his hips, shoving his cock deeper into Li Ying’s hungry throat, making him gag, but it didn’t deter Li Ying.

He was enjoying the rush, but managed to keep his head and his loins cool enough, knowing he couldn’t whip out his own now.

This was for Hanjun’s pleasure, and the thrills.

Hanjun was desperately trying to get off fast, but he had come several times today already, and was in something of a panic—he just couldn’t.

But he didn’t want to stop, either. Surely release was right around the corner now, he thought.

Li Ying was such a sight, his red lips closed in a tight ‘o’ around Hanjun’s shaft, sliding along it, leaving red smudges of lipstick on the cock, his eyes full of sheer joy as they looked up to Hanjun from between his legs.

Li Ying’s fingers with their black-and-red painted nails closed around the base, stimulating what he couldn’t fit into his mouth.

Hanjun loved to see how Li Ying enjoyed sucking his cock.

Hanjun didn’t feel the car slow down until it braked and stopped. He jerked his head up, and his panicking eyes shot at the door just as it slid open:

“Hello—Whoops?” Hanrong stared: Miss Li was just plopping his cousin’s cock out of her mouth, and Hanrong caught a glimpse of an impressive tool before turning his head away in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry!” Hanjun exclaimed, his face all red, eyes wide in horror and not knowing where to focus, his mouth a tight line.

“Oh crap, sorry!” Li Ying was trying to help Hanjun put his cock away, trying to close his pants for him, but the enormous shaft wasn’t in agreement as it simply wouldn’t fit in its current state. “Hi, Hanrong! So sorry about that, ahaha… Just a moment, please!”

“Would you two like to, um, finish?” Hanrong asked. “I can wait?” While he was surprised Hanrong only resorted to his extremely formal Wu way of speech and in his softest, politest tone too.

“Yes.” Hanjun’s voice was shaking. “Close the door. Please.” He kept his eyes closed and his head hung in shame.

While Li Ying had given him much cause to blush, he had never seen Hanjun quite this red. Hanrong closed the door and went to ask the driver to wait a moment on the excuse of him having forgotten something in his apartment.

“Okay, let me finish you off,” Li Ying said once they were alone again.

“No need.” Hanjun snarled between his teeth.

“What? But—Hanjun?!”

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 his every 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:

I’m sorry, we are ready now.

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!”

Hanjun said nothing, staring down at the floor like he would prefer to be buried alive.

“It’s okay, no harm done. Oh, you’ve popped the champagne.”

“It was pre-opened for us. I guess they don’t like customers making a mess in the car, eh?” Li Ying winked and nudged Hanjun, who put his hand over his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Both Li Ying and Hanrong laughed, and Li Ying poured them all glasses to toast:

“To a fun night!” Li Ying toasted.

“Ganbei!”

—

Wang Hao was posing with his newest girlfriend for photos by the venue entrance.

The girl was not as pretty as Tang Xiuxiu, but Wang Hao couldn’t associate with that woman after she had been removed from the club by security.

It had been disgraceful, not to mention Wang Hao himself couldn’t show his bruised, swollen face for weeks after Wu Hanjun had decked him.

Wang Hao had wanted to press charges for assault, but his father had prohibited him from ‘making an even bigger scene.’

There wouldn’t have been a scene to begin with, Wang Hao was convinced, if Xiuxiu hadn’t fucked with Hanjun’s bitch.

But no, the stupid whore just had to get catty with that Li Ying, giving the uppity American an incentive to piss off Wang Hao.

And Wang Hao wasn’t going to let a woman mess with him, so he’d told her off.

And then Wu Hanjun had assaulted him! So whose fault was it, really?

Not Wang Hao’s! Tang Xiuxiu wasn’t the least to blame either, so Wang Hao had blocked her.

She had no business in his circle anymore.

And so, when Wang Hao saw Tang Xiuxiu walk right up to the doorman and present an invitation, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Wang Hao blurted.

Xiuxiu was wearing a tiny magenta leopard print dress and pink heels, having missed the theme by a wide margin, and was hauling a bag way oversized for a cocktail event. She looked at Wang Hao furiously, but a smug smile spread on her face nevertheless. She tossed her hair as she said:

“Your father himself passed me an invitation.”

“Are you fucking with me right now?!”

“No.” Her smug face was insufferable to Wang Hao. “He called me, you see, to apologize for how you treated me, and promised to make it up to me.”

“Liar.” Wang Hao’s father, going out of his way for someone like Xiuxiu?

“Just ask him if you don’t believe me.” Xiuxiu glared at the woman at Wang Hao’s arm.

She looked away. “I would have still taken you back, you know, because when your father explained you couldn’t defend me on the grounds of keeping face, I understood.

And like he said: we all know exactly whose fault it really is what happened at the club.

But I see you already have a new woman. ”

Wang Hao shifted on his feet awkwardly and swallowed. “Take me back? Aren’t you being very presumptuous, Xiuxiu?” Wang Hao forced a chuckle.

“Wang Hao, why are you talking to her?” his date asked him with a frown.

Wang Hao ignored her. “I would have taken you back if you admitted you behaved stupidly that night, but if you’re going to be this difficult, I’m not sure I want to anymore!”

“ What?! You never even returned my calls after that night!” Xiuxiu sounded very hurt. “I will still apologize, if you apologize first.”

Wang Hao laughed. “Don’t be crazy, woman! What do I have to apologize to you for? And I’m not the one who has come to the party alone! I bet you came here just to beg me to take you back, so why act so difficult?”

Xiuxiu’s eyes narrowed. She made up her mind, “I’m not here for you!”

“Then what for, huh?”

“Revenge.” And with that, Xiuxiu went in, leaving behind a confused Wang Hao.

Indeed, Wang Guosheng would make it up to her.

Handsomely. She could start over somewhere else, because the little favor Wang Guosheng had asked of her in return might burn the last of Xiuxiu’s narrow bridges in Shanghai.

But it would be worth it. After all it was Li Ying’s fault she had lost her chances with Wang Hao—Li Ying had to pay.