Little Miss Devil: The President's Mischievous Wife Chapter 81

*Warning: R18+ content/scenes ahead. Not so explicit. Read at your own risk.*

Long fingers began to roam freely over her body, her blouse totally discarded. His lips finding her neck and collarbone, sucking and leaving dark marks on her normally pale skin. Lu Xinyi moaned at his ministrations, the fire under her skin igniting itself to another level at his touch.

“Hmm” she sighed contently as her body was exposed to the cool air within their room while his warm hands stroke the softness of her skin.

“What is it?” Shen Yi murmured above her, his fingers sliding down to the hemline of her skirt to unclasp its hook and pulled it down followed by her undergarments.

“I thought you have enough self-control,” she said breathlessly. Her husband pulled back and stared down lovingly on her face.

“I do but I can’t hold back when you’re like this.”

His hand trailing down her torso making his wife squirmed in his touch. Lu Xinyi smiled as her hands slid up to his cheeks as his lips descended to hers once more. A low moan escaped from her throat as he parted her legs to settle himself between her thighs. His other hand settled on her waist.

“Your brother might hear us,” she warned but Shen Yi hadn’t any plans to let his brother ruin his day. Shen Xue had already taken his wife’s attention and desserts. He will make sure his younger brother wouldn’t come between him and his wife again.

“Then let him hear us. A good and faster way to kick him out from here.” Shen Yi smirked.

Ha! Let Shen Xue suffer from his own demise. He was the one who chose to stay and he should face the consequences. Shen Yi didn’t mind giving his younger brother a mental scar. He will make sure Shen Xue will regret breaking into his house.

Lu Xinyi arched her back as her husband’s lips trailed down to her throat and collarbone, her fingers gripping the sheets as she tried to stop herself from moaning too loud.

“Do you think I’m crazy?” he asked his wife out of the blue. There was no hint of playfulness on his voice.

“Why would you think you’re crazy?” She looked up to her husband. Her hands running up on his arms until she touched his muscled back to hold him close.

Running a hand on her flat stomach, Shen Yi was in a daze.

“I’m wondering what would you look like when you become pregnant with our child,” he whispered quietly. They hadn’t really talked about having children except for Lu Xinyi using contraceptive pills until she was done with her degree at Silver Leaf.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I thought you said you aren’t good with children.” The corner of her lips pulled into a smile. His fingers resumed its exploration. One hand settled on her hips, the other one wove through her long hair.

“Yes, I’m not but I think you will love them,” he uttered, slightly distracted when the tip of his arousal touched her warm core.

“Of course, I will. I will love them as much as I love you.”

Lu Xinyi winced when he eased himself into her body. Her inner muscles clenched and adjusted to his size. Her body pressed against his as she felt his race heartbeat. His lips ghosted over hers as he waited for her to adjust.

“I love you,” she repeated, her own mouth closing the gap between them and he pressed back. His body pulled back before thrusting in and out of her at a slow pace. She gasped and moaned through their sweet friction while he grunted.

Shen Yi felt nail scratched his scalp and he s.h.i.+vered in response. Euphoria rushed through him at the feeling of her tight core gripping deliciously around him. His mind was filled nothing but her. F*ck the world. He didn’t care what they think about her, because for him Lu Xinyi was perfect.

Releasing her lips, his eyes took pleasure of the sight of his wife’s flushed face. Her neck exposed to him as if submitting herself with her tilted on one side. Her hair splayed at the pillow beneath her head and her marked chest heaving with her every moan.

He pressed his lips against her neck while her nails clawed at his back while she pushed her body up to meet his thrusts. Their sweats mingling while her continue to drive her further to the edge.

“M-more… please…”

Shen Yi complied with ease to her pleading, his body taking her in with stronger and deeper thrust until she cried out his name, her nails dug into his flesh. He groaned as he felt her tighten around him, her body arching into his as she reached her peak.

He ground hard, pitched deep and pumped himself thrice before following her off the precipice of pleasure. He spilled his seeds in her waiting womb, fully aware that it wasn’t time for them to have a child.

But this night wasn’t the time to make their own child. This night was solely for the two of them and was about making love. With slightly shaking fingers he held her tight, clinging to her body as if he never wanted to let her go.