Underneath A Thousand Skies ✔️

113 Foster Son, Don't Be So Crazy (50)

Xiang Feng's eyes had finally returned to black. His hands caressed her exhausted body as they lay on the bed in a spooning position, the two of them still joined together. Because of his almost inhuman body, the wound on his chest had already stopped bleeding.

Song Jia wanted to move. But she barely shifted her weight when Xiang Feng's legs tightly wrapped around hers, forcing her to stay still.

"Don't move," he murmured, his lips nibbling her earlobe.

Song Jia could sense that he was already hard again, and as he held her, he slowly rocked his hips forward.

"Ah!" Song Jia gasped.

Xiang Feng withdrew before sliding back inside her, setting a lazy rhythm.

She glared at him and said, "I'm still exhausted."

The corners of Xiang Feng's lips curved upwards, "Then Jia doesn't need to move. I'll move."

With this shameless proclamation, he quickly turned their bodies over, lifting her legs until her ankles rested on his shoulders. He slid deep inside her, loudly moaning his satisfaction.

"Nnn...pervert..."

Song Jia finally couldn't help but scold him.

Xiang Feng's smile became even bigger. "But I'm only perverted to Jia."

The position left Song Jia vulnerable, with Xiang Feng in complete control. His movements were quick and urgent as he rocked against her, his hips slapping the underside of her thighs.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahh..."

"Ngh...Jia..."

Xiang Feng fondled her breasts while he sprinted hard inside her body, deliberately slamming into her deepest spot.

"Aaaah!" Song Jia screamed. He had accidentally touched her most sensitive spot, making her call his name in extreme pleasure, "Xiang Feng!"

"Does Jia...like me...poking here?"

Although it was his first time having sex, Xiang Feng was a quick learner. He knew that women had a sensitive spot that would make them go crazy, and he accurately pinpointed Song Jia's.

"Huu...no...not there..."

Unaware of how coquettish she sounded, Song Jia pleaded at him with watery blue eyes.

Xiang Feng didn't listen to her. He thrusted even harder, grinding her sensitive spot with each fierce entry. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room, making a lewd sound.

"Ahhh...Xiang Feng...too...too big..."

Song Jia grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it, her cheeks red. Her delicate body couldn't bear his continuous onslaught. His hard body between her legs made her feel as if she was having a flash of deja vu.

It was as if this sweet torture was eerily echoing that of someone else's...

"Jia, you can take me..." Xiang Feng clenched his teeth as her flower hole tightened, almost as if it was sucking him.

"No, I can't...ah, ah, ahh!"

Song Jia bit the pillow as a seductive scream came out of her throat, her body trembling as she came. Broken moans escaped her lips as her honey liquid continued to flow out.

"Jia, do you feel good?" Xiang Feng's voice was hoarse, his expression twisted with need, sweat dripping from his body.

He pushed on her shoulders as his hardness reached even deeper into her, his body towering over her, their breaths mingling together.