Returning - Chapter 160
Chapter 160: The Agreement
When Shang Lu woke up, Zhao Yu was no longer in bed.
Having a vague idea of what she was doing, he got up unhurriedly.
Walking to the kitchen doorway, he indeed saw her silhouette earnestly making breakfast inside.
Everything felt just like those three years in America—simple, yet profoundly reassuring.
By the time he came out after freshening up in the bathroom, the noodles Zhao Yu had cooked were already out of the pot. She had even specially simmered a broth with monkey head mushrooms and Chinese yam to nourish his stomach.
Looking at the faint smile on her face, Shang Lu grasped her wrist and pulled gently, causing her to stumble and lean into his embrace.
Settling her onto his lap, he let soft kisses fall, starting from her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, and finally covering her moist lips.
Zhao Yu obediently held his shoulders and met his advances. Her tongue moved in rhythm with his teasing strokes.
Her legs, straddling him, leveraged against the floor to shift forward, pressing her upper body tightly against his.
The same toothpaste flavor lingered in both their mouths—a hint of sweetness coupled with a faint herbal fragrance, making them sink deeper into infatuation.
Scorching breaths sprayed onto each other's faces. Amidst the rapid panting, Shang Lu finally released her lips, cupped her face gently, and gazed at her steadily.
Not having seen her for so long, the desire pent up over many days was instantly stirred by this lingering kiss.
Something between his thighs quickly hardened and pressed against her leg.
Bowing his head to suck on her lips again, he placed her onto the dining table. He pulled down her pants, parted her two long, pale legs, and stared intently at the private place in between.
He was already very familiar with it, having touched it countless times.
But until now, he had never known its taste.
Slowly burying his head, under Zhao Yu's astonished gaze, Shang Lu extended his tongue and probed into the narrow crevice his fingers had parted, licking the small, delicate clitoral bud.
"Mm..." Zhao Yu's body trembled. Her hands braced behind her on the dining table, her lower abdomen tightening taut as she watched him breathlessly.
Shang Lu lifted his head to glance at her, then moved closer to her core again. The tip of his tongue scraped and teased her clitoris several times before trailing down the tender slit of flesh to lick and suck.
In the past, he had been too rational, always maintaining the aloof identity of a Sugar Daddy before her.
But now, he no longer wished to restrain himself.
Her sensitive core had long since flooded with juices, flowing directly along the cleft and onto the dining table. Zhao Yu involuntarily twisted her waist, crying out in high-pitched moans with every rhythmic motion of his lips and tongue.
Before, he hadn't liked her appearing so wanton, and she had always restrained her reactions.
But now, she knew she no longer needed to suppress them.
"Ah... Shang Lu... lighter..." His tongue was agile yet forceful. Each time it curled around her clitoris to tease, the stimulation was even more intense than fingers. Especially when he squeezed the tip of his tongue into her vaginal opening, exploring shallowly then deeply—this kind of pleasure was also far more tormenting than with fingers.
Shang Lu paid no heed. He continued pressing down her two restless legs, burying his face against her thigh root as he patiently gave her oral.
From the erect clitoris to the wet labia minora, he licked back and forth countless times. His force grew stronger with each stroke, and his pace quickened, until she screamed aloud, spraying directly into his mouth.
Only after sucking on her flowery cave and swallowing all the sweet nectar did he finally lift his head. He replaced his tongue with two fingers, squeezing them in to knead the now-congested clitoris and flower lips, probing into the opening to thrust and stir.
His lips and chin were still glistening with her fluids.
His pair of deep, dark eyes were flooded with lust, intense and bewitching.
Zhao Yu reached out to wipe his mouth for him.
He took the opportunity to take her fingers into his mouth, gently sucking and licking them one by one.
It was an obviously lewd action, yet against the backdrop of his refined, handsome features, it lost some of its original crudeness and gained an unspoken deep affection.
Above, his lips were wrapped around her fingers, sucking delicately; below, her tight passage was wrapped around his fingers, clenching tightly.
Every subtle movement made her body melt and grow weaker, her entire being intoxicated, body and soul, in this tender yet thrilling carnal joy.
Feeling her tight inner walls contracting rapidly, knowing she was about to climax again, Shang Lu then withdrew his fingers from her cave. With a few swift motions, he undid his own pants, guided his thick, long shaft, and slowly pushed past the folds deep inside.
Releasing her fingers, he immediately took a nipple into his mouth.
His tongue and lips sucked forcefully, his teeth lightly scraping, driving her moans louder and louder.
"Oh... Shang Lu..." Watching the head buried at her chest, Zhao Yu twisted her waist cooperatively, thrusting her lower abdomen forward to meet his impacts.
After taking turns sucking both breasts, he straightened up and kissed her lips, transferring the saliva still carrying her taste into her mouth. He tangled with her tongue in an exceedingly lingering, deep kiss.
His rock-hard member pumped rapidly inside her, delving deep and withdrawing fully, yet carrying a hint of caution as it brushed gently past her cervix, ensuring he did not hurt her.
During their three years together, he had always known that the absence of her uterus had no impact on her sexual experience.
But in this moment, he simply wanted to cherish her with such careful tenderness.
The ecstatic pleasure brought a layer of tears to Zhao Yu's eyes. Her voice had become somewhat dry and hoarse from crying out. She could only tilt her head back and pant desperately, using waves of uncontrollable trembling to show him just how much pleasure her body was feeling.
Shang Lu grasped one of her breasts and kneaded it, his heavy breathing falling upon her ear: "Want it faster?"
"Yes." She tightened her flowery cave, clamping down hard on his thick length, and turned her head to seek his lips, mutually sucking and tasting each other.
Shang Lu picked her up with one arm, and while still connected at their lower halves, walked towards the sofa, preparing to move her to a softer, more comfortable spot.
Zhao Yu instinctively grabbed his shoulder to steady herself.
The pulling caused his loose pajama top to be tugged down from his shoulder.
Looking at the wound on his shoulder, which was as long as two middle fingers, she couldn't help but freeze.
"Is this... from that car accident?"
Shang Lu smiled casually and lightly: "Just a flesh wound."
It hadn't even required stitches, so it was indeed just a flesh wound. But seeing such a large scabbed scar, combined with the car accident video she had seen online earlier, Zhao Yu still found it terrifying.
Shang Lu continued carrying her towards the sofa.
With every step and movement, his thick, long member slid out and thrust back in, pressing and withdrawing through her soft inner flesh, faintly or noticeably rubbing against a particularly sensitive raised spot on her vaginal wall.
Zhao Yu couldn't control her scream. Clinging onto him, she trembled her way to climax, momentarily unable to speak a single word.
Trickling fluids dripped onto the floor. As soon as she was set down on the sofa, it was quickly stained wet as well. He didn't mind at all, merely gathering her half-naked body in his arms and continuing to thrust faster.
Zhao Yu pulled off his top with one tug. On his lean, firm, bare torso, there were several more scars, large and small.
They looked like they were indeed only skin-deep, certainly not having injured muscles or bones, but they were still shocking to see.
Shang Lu kissed her lips: "Don't worry, I made thorough preparations. These were all just deliberately shown to my father."
Once again, he hooked her tongue and entwined with her for a long while before flipping her body over, making her kneel on the sofa more comfortably on all fours. Spreading her buttocks, he entered her from behind.
Listening to her soft moans and pants, he branded a deep kiss on her neck and said in a low voice: "I'll help you with your revenge. In return, you agree to one thing."
Zhao Yu arched her hips to meet him, gasping heavily: "What is it?"
"After your revenge is over, come travel with me. Not for too long, just one month."
Her trembling body suddenly paused. Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment, then curved her lips into a smile: "Alright."
Some things, even Xue Zhan could see through—naturally, they could be hidden from him even less.
Uhhh best Shang lu
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