Chapter 1370: Anyone Might Walk In (r-18)

They slipped out of the cinema like thieves with Phei rising as if he needed air, and the Goddess following a few breaths later, the door eased had shut on Melissa’s glow and the rest of the room’s worship.

The resting room they went in instead of the bedroom was really too quiet, and it sat way too close to the hall, but neither of them seemed to care in the slightest.

Inside stood a long couch and a low table in the middle, where somebody’s leftover tea would go cold. It was a space meant for waiting in the penthouse, and it was most definitely not meant for getting her out of her dress, which was exactly what Phei intended to do, and oh, he would succeed.

The air still smelled faintly of perfume and cooled porcelain.

Every small sound — the latch, her breath, the shift of her body in anticipation of his fucking her finally after so long — rang louder than it should have, so one could only imagine how her moans would echo in here and far beyond once he started everything he meant to do to her.

He didn’t doubt for a second that anyone with working ears would hear them.

’Which only makes it more fun, doesn’t it?’

She looked at him the very second the latch caught, as if she had read every one of those thoughts straight off his face.

"Are we really doing this here? You know we can just go to the bedroom. My suite’s bedroom specifically."

Phei didn’t bother answering with words.

He closed the distance between them until her ass met the edge of the table and there was nowhere left for her to go before dipped his mouth to her ear; his breath was so warm on her when he breathed in and out; so much to raise the fine hair at her nape.

The press of him on her body followed, chest to chest feeling her perky pointy and firm peaks on his chest, piercingly erect; the hard line of his body left her nowhere polite to put her hands pleasure surged in her thank to his Goddess Fall Touch under his palms as they settled at her waist, a slow, honeyed drag beneath her skin that made her black eyes with pink shade half-close before she had even finished her thought; ah~ she wanted him right now and here.

So much for the bedroom.

"There’s nothing more exciting than sneaked sex with the thought that Elena walking in. Is there, Goddess?"

She started to answer, because of course the Ashford Madam would have something to say about that but Phei took the sentence right out of her mouth.

The kiss was anything but polite. He opened her mouth with his before he slid his tongue inside, his one hand was already at her waist and the other braced beside her hip, so the only place left for her to lean was into him, which he suspected she didn’t mind nearly as much as she pretended.

Her lips were soft and warm under his, and the sweetness of her soft and sweet thin lips filled his and his tongue as he felt the slow give of her mouth and the warmth that came with it the longer he kissed her.

His tongue stroked hers in a slow, claiming drag of a sensual battle, then again, deeper, until a helpless little sound trembled against his mouth from her. When she tried once more — a breath, half a word, the start of some protest she clearly didn’t believe in — he kissed her deeper and stole that too.

—Then again, and this time his thigh pushed between her own thighs which made her dress ride up her legs where it gave access to the rigid line of his cock to press through trousers and her lace panties until she could feel the exact shape of him against her mound.

It was thicker, iron-harder, and already fully risen— was it her imagination that he’d grown bigger it was it because she had not had him for so long— as though he had been waiting for this since the cinema, which, honestly, he had.

His swollen crown sat right over her pearl through lace and his pants; when he flexed his thigh she felt its ridge drag across her pussy—it was so slow and filthy, until her nectar answered him inside her panties whether she wanted it to or not.

She did: "Mmh..." Evidence.

He kept her pinned to the table’s edge with his thigh and kissed her through her next attempt at speech, his tongue on the roof of her mouth while Goddess Fall Touch flowed from his palm down the lean line of her waist and lifted her teardrop breasts against his chest.

The Goddess’s hands found his shoulders, mostly because there was nowhere else decent to put them; her nails bit through his shirt hard enough to tell him exactly how decent she was feeling.

Phei smiled into the kiss like a man who had already won the argument with her body and was simply waiting for her mouth to catch up. The Young Dragon rolled his thigh once more so his fat crown dragged over her clit and her pussy folds through the lace.

Aa fresh pulse of her wetness painted the inside of her panties while laughter still drifted faintly down the hall, blissfully unaware of what was happening a few doors away.

He pulled back just far enough to look at her.

Her black eyes stared back at him, bright and already wrecked with the desire to just have him, yet somehow still clinging to that goddess composure, as if she truly believed she could keep it while his cock sat thick and shameless against her.

’Adorable, really.’

"You want it... Goddess, you want me inside you!"

Her mouth curved, flushed and unconvinced, and very much on purpose. "You sound so sure."

He was. He lifted her clean off her feet— her legs wound around his waist, because what else was she supposed to do with them?— while her dress bunched at her hips. His cock, thick and fully hard, lodged right against the damp cleft between her thighs with nothing but lace and his trousers in the way, which by now felt more like a formality than a barrier.

He rolled her waist and ultimately her pussy against it once, slow, so she felt his crown’s ridge drag over her clit. Her lace was already wet... so each grind only smeared her against him more; the soaked crotch of her panties clung to her and parted her folds around the shape of his cock without ever letting him in.

A thin, warm juice spread between them.

She could feel herself growing wetter from that single roll alone, her pussy was answering the pressure with a helpless pulse that coursed through her from her pussy while the latter painted her nectar even more of her onto him.

"Ahh... Phei..."

So much for the goddess who supposedly didn’t want this.

Phei held her ass in both hands and did it again, slower this time, so his swollen crown dragged the full length of her clit through soaked lace and her inner petals tried to part around a cock they couldn’t have yet.

Fire rolled off him into their join, and frost chased it a breath later, a thin shine along his trapped shaft that made her shiver even through the cloth. The Ashford Madam’s lean stomach jumped against his... one teardrop nipple hardened where it was crushed to his chest.

He kissed the corner of her mouth while he rolled her onto him and murmured that he had her, warm and shameless, as if the hall beyond the latch didn’t exist at all, and for a moment she almost believed it didn’t.

"I still remember how fast you got wet in the car outside your gate. Do you still remember how much turned on you were when we fucked outside the estate gate?"

A pink color flooded her face so quickly it was almost impressive, and she struck his chest for it.

He only laughed into her neck and put his mouth there instead, open and wet, just beneath her ear, where her pulse leapt against his tongue like it was trying to get away from him.

He sucked that patch of skin until it stung sweetly, then soothed it with his mouth and left behind the bloom of a mark she would definitely have to hide later. Goddess Fall Touch followed the kiss down the side of her throat, so the mark burned twice: once from his mouth and once from the pleasure beneath his hands.

She’d be feeling that one for hours, and he knew it.

The zipper behind her dress ran down all on its own, a long, quiet split from her nape to the small of her back, and he never even seemed to touch it.

’Convenient, that.’

The dress slackened, slid off her shoulders, and caught for a second at her elbows before gravity politely finished the work for him.

What it left him with was lean, precise, and already reacting to him in every way that mattered.

Her body was long and taut, with no wasted softness anywhere except exactly where it counted. Her teardrop breasts sat high on her chest, narrow at the top and fuller beneath, her nipples drawn tight from the air and from the grind of him. Pale, elegant weight, the sort a sculptor would have sold his soul to get right.

Their undersides were softer than the rest of her, warm enough that his breath alone made the skin pebble. Her nipples had darkened into two small, stiff peaks that were very clearly begging for a mouth, and who was he to refuse them?