Page 118 of He Is My Bride
Li Ying happily obliged, slapping Hanjun on the other pectoral as they were both readily on offer with his bathrobe lying open. Hanjun took it with a muffled gasp, his blush deepening and creeping all the way down to his smooth chest, where both of his nipples now stood erect.
Hanjun couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed Li Ying’s playful punishments.
“We’re good though, as your qipao is one of a kind,” Anne said. “No one will be wearing the exact same dress, at least. I expect you’ll be standing a lot, so go for the three-inch-three black suede heels.”
“My feet and I thank you.” Li Ying took up the phone, slid his leg over Hanjun’s hip and sat up on top of him, another hand landing on Hanjun’s flushed breast. Hanjun swallowed, looking up at him with quite adorable eyes.
“Hmm. It needs a fur shawl.” Anne was at home, having woken up to Li Ying’s call, and she was in her night robes as well, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and her laptop open, sketching the look on paper on the fly to see what was missing. She had no idea her clients were getting frisky on the other end of the phone. “It’ll make the silhouette. I’ll call the shopper and tell him to add that to the list. Rental is fine, too.”
Li Ying gently rolled Hanjun’s nipple between his fingers. “Fancy.”
Hanjun was pressing his lips tightly together, his blush yet deepening across his cheeks as he succumbed to the feeling of submission again, letting Li Ying top from the bottom.
“I’ll book you a stylist for a home visit to do your hair and makeup, we want to get it right,” Anne said. “I’ll leave it up to the professional what to do with you, just do as they say.”
“Got it, boss.” Li Ying’s mobster accent was on point.
“And run everything regarding clothes and accessories through me and donotdeviate from the plan! This is the biggest one yet, and we need to nail it! And for heaven’s sake Li Ying, don’t get into another fight, please?” Anne begged. “You will enter with a reputation as it is and need to work hard to leave a decent impression on your future social circle, do you understand?”
“If the bitches behave, I won’t need to correct them.”
Li Ying flicked his finger against Hanjun’s erect nipple, making the man jolt and gasp. Li Ying grinned uncontrollably at the juicy reactions Hanjun was giving him.
“Anyway, I need to get back to punishing my husband for his sloppiness. I’ll video call you when the shopper delivers.”
“…Have fun.” Anne hung up, finally figuring out she might have called at a bad time.
“See what you’ve done, hm?” Li Ying threw away the phone and got both of his hands on Hanjun’s pecs, rubbing them. “Making people run around like headless chickens for you. Luckily you can pay them for it, huh?” Li Ying looked carefully at Hanjun’s expression, to see if the man minded the scolding.
Hanjun didn’t mind at all. He had a heady look in his eyes, biting his lips together, looking like he greatly enjoyed it, in fact. Just like on the phone weeks ago. Li Ying was more than happy to give him more of that which he liked:
“You dummy!” Li Ying gave Hanjun’s pec another sound slap, making it jiggle, and the man grunt again behind his tightly pressed lips.
Hanjun closed his eyes with his brows knit together in a beautifully tormented frown. Li Ying paused to rub Hanjun’s chest, kneading his thumbs over his now sensitive nipples before delivering another slap on the other pectoral, slightly harder this time.
“What a lousy husband!”
“Mh…!” Hanjun managed to suppress that next moan as well, but he had to open his mouth to gasp for breath right after. Li Ying felt the man’s erection poking at his buttocks from where it peeked out of his bathrobe. He was responding so well.
“I’m sorry…” Hanjun whispered, opening his eyes halfway.
“I know, you silly man.” Li Ying gave him another hard slap on the tit. The gasp escaped Hanjun’s lips this time, his eyes closing briefly before he blinked them open again, long lashes fluttering.
“You know you have been silly, don’t you?” Li Ying coaxed.
“…Yes.” Hanjun’s voice, barely more than a whisper, trembled with lust.
“Good.” Li Ying slapped again, making Hanjun’s cock drool precum on him while the man gasped, even letting a moan escape him.
Li Ying lifted his own robe to set his hole over Hanjun’s glans. Li Ying was still loose and slick from earlier, ready to take it.
“Such a beautiful man,” Li Ying kept going, “but not always with thoughts in that pretty head of his, is he?” he teased, rolling his warm, wet hole around Hanjun’s sopping tip. Li Ying felt it throb against his entrance and saw a lustful glaze come over Hanjun’s eyes while he desperately strained to keep his hips from bucking, body shaking from need.
“Pretty and with so much money,andwith such a big dick, you can afford to be a little silly sometimes.”
Li Ying began lowering himself on Hanjun’s cock. The filling of his ass was so blissful he had to close his eyes when they threatened to roll up in his head. He bit his lip to not moan so loud—he was trying to be in charge.
“It’s all yours…” Hanjun hissed in bliss while his cock was allowed to sink back into Li Ying’s snug warmth.
