Demon Emperor's Wild Husband

"Please…", he whimpered, his eyes still shut. Li Jun wanted to gently take off his undėrġȧrmėnts, but when he heard the noise he had just made, he could not help himself but rip it off in one motion. Zhao Yang gasped at his sudden movement and attempted to close his legs. However, it was too late now, Li Jun was already in between them.

He felt his body tense a bit and glanced into his eyes. His hands began to soothingly run from Zhao Yang's knees to his inner thɨġhs, his fingers feather-soft and teasing his sėnsɨtɨvė skin.

"How can you be so beautiful?" He abraded, staring deeply into his bright, glistening eyes, moist with passion.

Zhao Yang was shaking, his legs trembling. He was ready, but even so, he could not stop quivering. From his tent, he seemed...huge. He did not know how else to react except look at him with wonder.

"Don't be scared, my love. I'll be gentle." He tenderly kissed him on the cheek, one hand holding his hɨps in place. He slowly nodded his head and Li Jun's hands trailed lower until it held each of his legs in place. He let out a sharp gasp when Li Jun suddenly descended upon his most sėnsɨtɨvė area, taking his shaft into his mouth.

"A-ah!", he loudly mȯȧnėd when Li Jun suċkėd on it, his back arching and his hɨps attempting to move. Li Jun's rough hands did not allow him to move his legs one bit. With no way to free himself from the pleasurable ȧssault, he could only surrender to the pŀėȧsurė and beg for release. A rush of heat engulfed him while he reached the brink of his satisfaction. Then Li Jun stopped, and Zhao Yang relaxed. His relief only lasted a second before Li Jun carried on his ȧssault on his poor little friend.

"A-ah, n-no, p-please!!" he loudly mȯȧnėd, grabbing a fistful of his hair, his eyes squeezed shut. He felt something building up within him and when he continued his ȧssault, he felt his body begin to spasm. Li Jun was doing wicked things to him and he could only react by gasping for air, panting, and digging his fingers into his hair and scream in pŀėȧsurė. Li Jun knew he was near. Perhaps just three more seconds of his tongue and he would find his release. He took off his undėrġȧrmėnt in record's time, ready to place it inside of him the second he came. It would distract him from any pain.

He pulled back his mouth and began to play with Zhao Yang 's shaft with his hand. Zhao Yang could not handle it anymore, his stomach clenching. He could not hold it in anymore. He was at his peak.

"Jun!", he cried out his name when a pounding wave of pŀėȧsurė repeatedly slammed into the lower part of his body. His body was drained of any strength, turning completely limp. He rolled his face to the side, his ċhėst rising with rapid breaths. Through his hazy eyes, he saw Li Jun bring his fingers to his lips and lick it.