Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Chapter 275: Rong Ye is shy? my foot![M]

Rong Ye didn’t stop. He increased his speed, his body pounding against her with a rhythmic, heavy force.

The position was intense, but his strong hands stayed locked on her waist, keeping her steady. Su Qinglan felt her knees trembling, her entire body shuddering with every deep thrust.

"Faster! Please, faster!" She cried out.

Rong Ye chuckled, his tail suddenly catching hers as it whipped around in excitement.

"Don’t tease me with that tail, honey, or I might just pull out and make you wait for more time. Do you want that?"

Su Qinglan immediately went still, her ears flattening in submission. She knew this bastard was perfectly capable of leaving her hanging just to see her squirm.

She acted like an obedient little vixen, clinging to the furs and taking every powerful thrust from behind.

Even trying to control her naughty tail as much as possible so it would not wag in front of his face.

"That’s a good girl, honey," he whispered in her ear, his pace becoming even more relentless.

"Just focus on your husband. I’m going to make sure you never forget this day.

"Yes... honey... ahh... ahh," Su Qinglan subconsciously replied. Making the smile on his face even wider.

Su Qinglan felt her consciousness slipping into a blurred haze of sensation.

The continuous, heavy pounding from Rong Ye was relentless, driving every thought from her mind until she felt her eyes rolling back into her head for the countless time.

Just as she reached the last thread of her endurance, her legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

She sensed a sudden, intense surge of heat...a boiling pressure that signaled Rong Ye’s own peak.

With a low growl that vibrated through her entire body, he exploded deep inside her core.

Su Qinglan’s back arched into a sharp curve, her fingers digging into the furs as she followed him into a blinding climax.

The shock was so profound that tiny, dancing stars literally appeared in her vision. Her arms gave out, and she began to slump forward, but Rong Ye was there to catch her.

He didn’t let her fall flat against the bed; instead, he shifted his weight, pulling her up so she could collapse safely against his hot, damp chest.

They lay there for a long moment, both gasping for air, their hearts drumming against each other like a frantic rhythm of war.

Su Qinglan felt as if she had been dismantled and put back together. She felt more than just physically satisfied; she felt a deep, soul-stirring connection that made her feel dizzy.

She rested her chin on his taut shoulder muscles, her hair a tangled mess across his skin.

As her breathing slowed, she looked up, only to find herself trapped in the deep violet depths of his eyes. Even now, with his chest heaving and sweat glistening on his brow, he looked hypnotically beautiful.

"Rong Ye..." she mumbled, her voice sounding far away to her own ears. "Why are you such a seductive fox?"

In a fit of lingering, playful madness, she reached out and bit his pointed chin, her small teeth grazing his jawline.

Rong Ye let out a bright, triumphant laugh, his tail giving a happy flick beneath the hides. But then, his expression becomes even more mischievous.

SMACK!

The sound echoed in the quiet room. Su Qinglan’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as a sharp, stinging heat radiated from her right buttock. She gasped, her jaw dropping. He had actually smacked her!

With a smooth, powerful plunge, he was back inside her.

"Lan Lan, don’t bite me again," he whispered, suddenly putting on a pitiful, wounded expression as if she were the one molesting him.

"I know you’re a needy vixen who wants more. I’ll give it to you; just be gentle with your poor husband."

He acted as though he were only doing this to satisfy her, even as his hips began a steady, forceful rhythm from below.

Su Qinglan clutched his chest to support herself, trying to maintain her glare, but it was impossible. As the pleasure began to build all over again, her eyes rolled back.

Each time Rong Ye pushed deep inside her, the skin of his thighs slapped hard against her stinging ass.

The contact was sharp and hot. Su Qinglan let out a long hiss, her breath catching in her throat. It was a strange mix of sensations...the lingering burn on her skin made the pleasure inside her feel even more intense.

"You... you’re doing this on purpose!" she managed to choke out.

She tried to glare at him, but her body was already softening under his touch. Every time they collided, the slap against her sore cheeks sent a jolt of electricity straight to her spine. It hurt, but it was the kind of hurt that made her blood boil with excitement.

"I’m just being thorough, Lan Lan," Rong Ye whispered, his voice low and teasing. He didn’t slow down. Instead, he gripped her hips tighter, making sure there was no space between them as he moved.

"I really... hate you," she cursed him, though her voice lacked any real bite. She reached back, her fingers brushing against the spots where he had hit her, feeling the heat radiating from her own skin.

She wanted to stay mad at his boldness, but the rhythm was too much to fight. Her curses soon turned into broken moans.

Even though she kept calling him a shameless rogue and a thick-skinned fox, she was leaning into him, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist to pull him even closer.

She was trapped between the sting of his playfulness and the overwhelming wave of pleasure he was giving her, and she found herself wanting both.