Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Wen Yi smiled without a smile, "You really care more than my mother."

He didn't speak, and his foot against the door was still exerting force, preventing her from closing the door.

She stretched out her hand to him, "It's okay if you don't sleep, just give me back my ID."

Mo Shichen looked at her condescendingly, his eyes were as deep as ink.

The man didn't respond to her, and she didn't wait much. She turned around and walked to the bed. She didn't even care that the door was open.

She lifted the quilt and was about to climb onto the bed, and just as she was about to climb up, she was hugged from behind by the man who followed her in. A warm kiss fell on the back of her neck, and her thin lips pressed against her hoarse whisper , "Ma'am, if you really don't want to do anything, then let's start a hobby... It's better to exercise than you to sleep day and night without restraint."

"I do not want."

"Then go out and I'll take you for a drive."

"Not interested in."

He lost his patience, his thin lips spread from the back of her neck to her shoulders, and then kissed up to the base of her ears, and finally he simply bent her shoulders to make her turn around, clasping her face with his big palms to fix her head , then bowed his head and kissed her lips, and quickly pried open his lips and tongue, and kissed her deeply.

In an instant, the two fell on the bed, with Mo Shichen on top, tightly covering her body, and pressing her down.

Numerous kisses encroached on every inch of her skin, and her scorching breath swept across the area she passed, and the itchiness of lightly scratching seemed to shake off layers of trembling.

Wen Yi was lying on the bed, she bent her knees, her eyes didn't close, but she looked at the ceiling, she just looked at the ceiling, and asked the man on her body lightly, "Mo Shichen, why are you acting like a beast?" How about peace of mind?"

He kissed her cheek and said hoarsely, "I gave you a chance to choose."

"You fart less."

She never had a chance to choose, only to be chosen by him.

She wanted a divorce, but he refused and threatened her.

She gave up everything and left Paris, and he couldn't get rid of him like the brown sugar that was about to grow on her body.

She wanted to work in Lancheng, so he withheld her ID.

Choice, when did she have the chance to choose?

Mo Shichen was silent for a while, and asked again, "Do or go out?"

She sneered, "I'll let you go."

How could he roll.

Wen Yi was entered again, just like last night, but not as gentle as last night, the pain was so painful that she almost shed tears.

The tears were different from last night, they were purely physical discomfort, so after she noticed the soreness in her eyes, she closed them and forced them back.

Mo Shichen was on top, examining her face from the beginning to the end.

Last night, she struggled and resisted with all her strength, and it wasn't until he succeeded that she seemed to give up.

Today, from the very beginning, she didn't even seem to have the intention of resisting. Even if she was willing to compromise a little bit, even if she didn't go out, she got up and said she wanted to read a book or watch a movie, he might give up, because he didn't have that intention in the first place. It's just a temporary idea, and then follow the trend.

He even felt a little unexplainable irritability.

Wen Yi closed her eyes, hating that she couldn't close her other senses at the same time, like closing her eyes, everything in front of her eyes would turn into darkness, disappearing neatly and completely.

Naturally, she didn't see the man's tight jawline either.

Mo Shichen lowered his head, kissed her cheek softly, and then moved to the sensitive ears of most people, and deliberately teased her, which really made her body stiffen.

"Wen Yi," his hoarse and fuzzy voice rang close to her ear bone, he paused every word, clear enough to distinguish each word, "do you want to tell me that if I trap you to death by my side, you will die?" Are you going to live by my side like a walking dead?"

Wen Yi still closed her eyes, as if she didn't hear what he said, and didn't give him any response.

She endured it for a while, and soon she couldn't bear it any longer, she gritted her teeth, her fingers unconsciously scrambled on his body, and then grabbed his clothes.

Mo Shichen liked to see her stubborn and impatient with him, but he just couldn't understand how she almost bit her lip to bleed, so she freed up a hand to pinch her chin with skill. Forced her to open her mouth slightly, the upper and lower teeth could not bite out the lethality.

Sure enough, without this barrier, the moan in her throat could no longer be restrained.

Men always love to hear women screaming under them, and Mo Shichen's desire to conquer has never been inferior to that of others, not to mention that a woman like Wen Yi has the most sense of accomplishment.

He lowered his head to kiss her, but it wasn't his lips, he just pecked at the corners of her lips once and for all, the gentle slanting wind and drizzle formed two sharp contrasts with the rhythm below him, tenderness and cruelty, like ice and fire. .

Apart from other aspects, at least in bed, no one knows this man's style better than Wen Yi.

She stretched out her arms around his neck, borrowed her strength to get off the mattress, and hung on his body like this, her soft, delicate and sweaty face pressed against the man's hot cheek, her eyes had long been out of focus, her nails It sank into the flesh on the man's shoulder, wishing he could stab it again.

She opened her mouth and pieced together a sentence, "Don't you just want... to force me to beg you... ah..." The woman's head rested on his shoulder, her breathing was disordered, and her voice was so ethereal that it was knocked apart, " Don't...Mo Shichen, don't...I beg you..."

The voice and the words were soft and greasy, as if they wanted to shatter the man's bones into fine pieces.

It's just that it seems true and false, so people can't tell the difference.

Obviously, she should have surrendered, but she seemed to quickly abandon her stubbornness and sink under him. It's a pity that she said the first half of the sentence, and any more admitting defeat and begging for mercy after that are just irony.

Don't you just want me to beg for mercy? I just beg.

Aren't you just trying to suppress all my resistance, I don't resist now.

Yes, I can't play with you, and I won't play with you now.

Maybe it's her soft voice that is so soft that no matter it's true or not, it can arouse a man's animal blood, or it may be that he has already noticed the indifference and mockery behind her "obedience", which aroused deeper annoyance and anger However, Mo Shichen not only did not slow down his offensive, but instead continued to tease her more fiercely and relentlessly, with various tricks and tirelessness.

Wen Yi felt that she didn't care, although she couldn't bear it and kept screaming, she also let herself scream, as if her soul was about to be stripped from this bone-piercing joy and pain .

It wasn't until she didn't know how long it was, and the man was finally about to end, her consciousness that seemed to be floating out of her body suddenly came back to her senses, and she screamed without thinking, "Mo Shichen, you are not wearing a condom, no Get it in..."