Pretty Enough to Die For
He sucked hard at Jian’s lips as if even her moans were too precious to waste, then ravaged the inside of her mouth the way he was driving into her. His body surged in so hot she could barely breathe, and Jian thought she might lose her mind. Or maybe she already had.
“You’re really pretty.”
Whenever she grew so breathless she had to smack his shoulder, or shifted beneath him—whenever their lips parted for even a moment—he whispered against her ear that she was pretty. So good. So beautiful. Again and again he poured sweet words into her ear, kissing her like a man frantic that he still couldn’t devour her enough, and thrust deep inside her.
They did say women were creatures ruled by emotion. Every time Dou did that, heat throbbed not only low in her belly but up through her chest until it ached. Was this what it meant to feel full? When had her body and her heart ever felt this completely packed?
“More…… hnn, please, more…… ahhn, give me more.”
Jian clung hard to him and locked her legs tighter around his waist.
“Ngh.”
Dou’s eyes clenched, and without fail he drove into her with a face caught between agony and bliss.
“Ha. You’re so tight. So hot.”
It was early spring, a chill still lingering in the air, and yet sweat dripped from his forehead. Jian tenderly wiped the beads from his face and whispered at his ear.
“So…… mm, you don’t like it?”
“……I like it so much I could die.”
At the way he chose only the prettiest words, Jian caught his earlobe between her lips. She had wanted to suck that red, soft lobe at least once.
“Wai— not there!”
Dou startled and hunched his neck.
Oh. So his ears were sensitive. Jian seized his face outright and slid her tongue into his ear. She felt the tension lock through his tangled legs and his stomach, and she worked him even more relentlessly from the inside.
“Ha.”
Whimpering, Dou suddenly flipped her legs up over her face without ever pulling out.
“Ah!”
In an instant her body folded in half, and the place he was buried in rose as if it might point at the ceiling. Dou’s hazy pupils darkened and rippled. Rubbing his wet ear with one hand, he hoisted both her ankles even higher. The sudden shift in him made her tense without meaning to. She swallowed hard, planted her hands on the bed, and tried to inch herself upward.
But—
Thud.
“……!”
He hammered down from above as if he were driving nails, and Jian’s vision flashed white. Too deep. Far too deep. Her whole body shook as if it had taken a heavy blow.
“Pretty.”
He seized her trembling breasts hard and sucked her earlobe the way she had done to him.
“Hnnk!”
The gap between that rough handling and the sweet voice was so wide her body shivered even harder.
Squelch.
More slick seemed to pour out of her. The wet friction sounded embarrassingly loud, and the heat the two of them gave off filled the bedroom. Climax after climax left Jian collapsing in his arms as if she might faint. Each time, he soothed her with how pretty she was and slid that huge cock back in, and she had to move with him all over again.
“Ah…… I’m coming again……!”
They said pleasure and pain were a hair’s breadth apart. The peaks came so close together she could barely breathe between them, and now she wanted to run. But every time she reached the edge, Dou snapped his hips in deeper. The more her clutching walls squeezed tight around him, the harder he clenched his jaw and pounded into her faster.
“Please…… hahnn!”
Because of it, her eyes rolled back more than once, and her whole body arched like a fish flung from the water. Her muscles clenched and released over and over until she was soaked in sweat, as if she had sprinted at full speed.
I’m actually going to die like this.
“You can take more, can’t you, Jian?”
Cancel everything I worried about him finishing too fast.
Wearing a bright, easy smile, Dou lifted her limp body and sat her on his thigh. His hands stroked her gently, but there was nothing tender about the way he pushed that still-undiminished, brutal cock back inside her. Didn’t he get tired? How many times in a row was this? Dou hadn’t gone without coming all this while, either. And yet his cock barely shrank or softened, as if he hadn’t come at all. The only change was that it had gone from pink to a deeper red.
“Aren’t you…… ngh, tired?”
Jian, rocking her hips while leaning into his chest, asked in the brief moment their lips parted.
“Hm? Of what?”
Dou, who couldn’t even stand that short pause and was kissing her cheek and the nape of her neck, looked up at her while licking the nipple he had sucked and fondled until it was plump and swollen. He had touched her so much his hand felt like her bra. At that innocent face—utterly unable to grasp what could possibly be tiring—a phrase popped into Jian’s head.
Strong and long-lasting. Energizer.
He went on, looking at Jian, who had been struck speechless. Of course he never stopped pressing her nipple with his tongue the whole time.
“I only feel good. Don’t you, Jian?”
“……So good I’m about to die, I guess.”
“Me too.”
“Then…….”
How about we rest for a minute?
She never got the rest of it out. Dou found her lips again and stubbornly sought her tongue to catch and suck.
“Ahnn…….”
Maybe my weak spot is my mouth.
Whenever that hot, slick tip met hers, Jian forgot how exhausted she was and clung to him again, rolling her hips. Her whole body was sticky and wet with fluids and sweat, and even that came to her as stimulation. After that she rode him, lay facing him, stood with him while their bodies swayed—but she was never put on her stomach. Men usually liked taking a woman from behind like animals. Even when Jian tried to turn, Dou refused outright.
“I want to see your face. I want to kiss you while we do it.”
“Nnh.”
He might simply have been someone who liked kissing, but to Jian it felt exactly like his heart. It was absurd, and yet he seemed like someone who liked her far too much—who wanted her too much. To make her feel this way about a one-night partner she was only supposed to mix bodies with. The care and tenderness she had never even felt from someone she was actually dating washed over her until she felt thoroughly loved. And she liked that so much. Even as sleep dragged her under, she reached for him and pressed her lips and her body to his again, with no idea how many hours had passed.
“Drink slowly.”
She had kept sweating and crying out until, later, her voice came out cracked. Only then did Dou give her back her freedom, go to the kitchen, and bring cold bottled water.
“Ah.”
Ridiculously, she couldn’t put any strength into her hands. They trembled. The water ran down her chest in a trickle, and when she only stared at it in a daze, Dou fetched a towel, wiped her body, and even fed her the water.
“Haa.”
The cold water going down finally made her feel as if she might live. The mind that had run away from home seemed to creep back in, little by little. When he turned the lights on in the dark room for a moment, things she hadn’t been able to see came into view one by one.
“Whoa…….”
The sheets that had been fluffy and crisp were wet in patches, ruined and crumpled. And Dou’s shoulder and chest were red with marks, because she had scratched and bitten him so much.