Page 88 of He Is My Bride

“Wow.” Li Ying’s case was different, of course, he thought: he was conning in the name of love! He was justified.

“I can’t believe someone like that had the nerve to essentially callyoua gold digger!” Anne said.

“Tch, yeah. She probably took me for easy pickings because I’m a foreigner.”

“And that Wang Hao guy she was with? Ugh, what an asshole. But what if you have to run into him at some future family functions? He will be family by marriage after all, albeit distant.”

Li Ying shrugged. “I can deal with him. Not so sure if he can deal with me though, or Hanjun, haha!” Li Ying glanced at Hanjun, who was still in the kitchen, running water. “Baby, what are you doing?”

Hanjun looked helplessly at him over his shoulder. Li Ying sighed and went to him.

“Oh,baby!The lid is still on,” Li Ying took the lid off the cup, at which point it began to fill up. “What should I do with you?” Li Ying hugged Hanjun from behind while he drank some water, staring dully at the cupboard in front of him, still out of it.

“Anne, I think I have to take my man to bed now. Will you be okay walking home, or should I get you a ride?”

“It’s just over ten-minute walk to the hotel and this part of town is very safe, I’ll be fine. I will come early tomorrow to help you pack.”

Anne left, and Li Ying took Hanjun to the bedroom, sat him down, and took off his clothes for him and removed his earrings. Once Hanjun was naked Li Ying turned around, held his ponytail aside, and told him to help him with the zipper of his dress. Once Hanjun had it pulled open, Li Ying wiggled out of the dress and removed the rest. He set Hanjun down on the bed. The man was obedient like a doll in his drunken stupor.

“Such a jealous man, aren’t you?” Li Ying threw his leg over Hanjun’s hips and ran his hands over his taut belly, his chest. “Hm?” Li Ying cooed and wiggled his hips against Hanjun’s loins. “You’re so hot when you get jealous.”

Hanjun looked up at him with hungry eyes but lay still, except for his small little brother, who stood up immediately at the brush of Li Ying’s supple flesh.

“I’m going to ride you raw, you know?” Li Ying promised with a saucy smile.

Hanjun gave his hips a lazy push in response, his sopping glans pecking a wet kiss against Li Ying’s butt, as if to say ‘hurry up then.’

“Can’t wait… to get you inside me.” Li Ying arched his back and rubbed his crack against the veiny length. It was hot against his skin. His tease made Hanjun’s cock throb against him. Hanjun frowned and grunted under his breath, and his growing impatience aroused Li Ying.

Li Ying poured some lube on his hand and began preparing Hanjun. He slid his hand with barely-there pressure along Hanjun’s cock, spreading the lubricant on it while teasing him.

“I didn’t know you could be so shameless in front of all your friends,” Li Ying said, “claiming me like that.”

Hanjun kept groaning in equal amounts of pleasure and frustration while Li Ying’s hands teased his cock, but for all the kindling fire in his eyes, the man was being patient. Next Li Ying lubed himself up, doing what preparations he could before his own patience ran out.

Li Ying put himself down on it and finally gave them both what they wanted. Li Ying did Hanjun slowly at first, and the man just lay there for him, letting him use his body. It wasn’t every night Hanjun let Li Ying set the pace.

Hanjun’s cock stirred up more when Li Ying picked up the pace, growing harder and thicker inside Li Ying.

“Your dick is sogood,Hanjun!” Li Ying mewled. Now he was slamming his ass on Hanjun’s lap in loud, meaty slaps, fucking himself hard on his cock, throwing his head back as he moaned:

“Oh…” Li Ying grinded, rolled his hips, taking Hanjun around the deepest parts of him and enjoyed being sofull.He was almost ready to come.

Hanjun couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ah—Ah?!” Li Ying was surprised when Hanjun grabbed his hips, sat up, and tilted Li Ying until his back hit the mattress. “Hanjun…?” Li Ying blinked up at him with lust-bright eyes. So much for letting him set the pace.

“Mine,” Hanjun grunted and steadied his legs as he sat up on his knees. He pulled Li Ying’s hips flush against his while Li Yingwrapped his legs around his neck and braced himself to be mounted. “Mine.”

“Y-yours…” Li Ying’s stomach knotted when he saw that the fire in Hanjun’s eyes was the same as before, when the man had fought to defend him when no one else had.

Hanjun leaned over Li Ying, shadowing him, and looked him in the eyes while he began to exercise his claim on him.

“A-ah-ah…!” Li Ying could only wail and moan as Hanjun unleashed the lust he’d been reining in all evening, the man’s hips mercilessly pounding into him at a rapid pace, chasing release with determination.

Li Ying came first, and his ass milked Hanjun into an orgasm with him, spasming, squishing around that tool while it filled him down to the hilt. He could feel Hanjun flood him, filling him up, laying his final claim on him, marking him. Li Ying’s toes curled somewhere behind Hanjun’s head. The man’s hands were leaving sweet bruises on his hips as he held him still, making sure he took it all.

When they were done, Hanjun fell over Li Ying in exhaustion. Li Ying wrapped his arms around him and held him tight.