Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off

Chapter 655: A Discovery That Left Him Speechless [M]

The Chapter below contains more mature and adult-themed content than usual. If that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to skip it and continue with the next Chapter.~

Su Qinglan couldn’t take it anymore.

The pleasure had already pushed her to the edge, but An Mo showed no mercy.

A second thick finger joined the first, stretching her slick walls wide as he sank them deeper.

His thumb never stopped its relentless, slick circles over her swollen little bud, pressing and rubbing with expert rhythm that made her hips jerk uncontrollably.

The dual sensation built an unbearable pressure inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until she felt like she would burst apart at any second.

"Ah...! An Mo...!" she gasped, her voice breaking.

Desperate, she reached down and grabbed his wrist with both hands, trying to still his movements. Her fingers trembled against his strong forearm.

"An Mo, don’t... don’t do this... it’s so overwhelming..." she whispered hoarsely, her eyes glassy with unshed tears of overwhelming sensation.

She tried to pull his hand away, but he was far stronger.

An Mo simply caught her smaller hand in his free one, brought it to his lips, and pressed a slow, tender kiss to her knuckles.

His dark eyes burned with heat and something dangerously soft as he looked down at her flushed, helpless face.

"Lan Lan, it’s only the start," he murmured, his voice low and velvety against her skin. "You don’t have to worry. Leave everything to me."

Before she could respond, his fingers thrust harder and deeper...curling inside her with devastating precision. The sudden, intense stroke hit that sensitive spot again and again while his thumb pressed firmly on her clit.

Su Qinglan screamed.

Her entire body arched violently off the bed, back bowing like a drawn bow as white-hot pleasure exploded through her.

Her inner walls clamped down rhythmically around his fingers, gushing wetly as she came hard on his hand. Her vision blurred, toes curling, and thighs shaking uncontrollably while wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

An Mo’s eyes gleamed with dark mirth and satisfaction as he watched her unravel. He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Congratulations to us, Lan Lan," he whispered huskily. "We have crossed another boundary."

Still buried deep inside her fluttering heat, he slowly withdrew his fingers. They glistened obscenely with her release. He trailed the wet digits up her trembling belly and across her flushed cheek, leaving a shiny trail of her own essence on her skin.

Then he brought those same fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, savoring her taste with sinful slowness...his heaven-defying face twisted into an expression so lewd it stole what little breath she had left.

Su Qinglan stared at him in a hazy, post-daze state, her chest still heaving. The sight made fresh heat flood her face. Shame burned through her as she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear it.

’How can he look like that...?’

The image of the mighty, untouchable An Mo...cold, noble, almost godlike in her mind...slowly cracked and reformed into something far more dangerous.

A wicked demon.

A seductive devil who seemed intent on dragging her deeper into sin with every touch, every word, every caress.

She pressed her hands over her burning face, heart pounding wildly, but she couldn’t erase the sight.

Nor could she ignore the fresh wave of shameful arousal that stirred low in her belly at the thought of what else this "demon" might do to her.

In the very next second, before Su Qinglan could even catch her breath or lower her hands from her flushed face, An Mo moved.

With one smooth, decisive tug, he lifted the thin fabric of her dress all the way up to her collarbone. The cool air kissed her heated skin as her soft, round, full breasts spilled free, bouncing slightly from the sudden motion. Her pink nipples, already hardened into tight peaks from her recent climax, stood out shamelessly under his intense stare.

Su Qinglan’s eyes flew open in shock. "Ah—!"

She instinctively tried to cover herself, arms moving to shield her exposed chest, but An Mo caught both her wrists in one large hand and pinned them gently but firmly above her head.

His gaze was ravenous, dark, hungry, and utterly possessive...as it roamed over her bare breasts.

The way he looked at her made her feel like prey beneath a predator who had finally cornered his prize.

"So beautiful..." he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. His free hand traced the lush curve of one breast, thumb brushing teasingly over the sensitive peak.

"Lan Lan, you’ve been hiding these from me for far too long."

A fresh wave of embarrassment flooded her. She squirmed beneath him, thighs still trembling from her previous orgasm, but the movement only made her breasts jiggle enticingly in his line of sight. His eyes darkened further.

"An Mo... don’t look..." she whispered, her voice shaky and breathless, turning her head to the side in shame.

Yet even as she protested, her body betrayed her...her nipples tightened even more under his heated gaze and light touch, aching for more.

He leaned down, hot breath fanning across her chest.

"Why not? These are mine now."

His lips hovered just above one nipple, teasing her with the promise of contact.

"Every part of you... belongs to me tonight."

An Mo’s mouth descended without hesitation.

His hot, wet lips closed around one stiff pink nipple, sucking it deeply into his mouth with a low, hungry groan.

Su Qinglan cried out sharply, her back arching clean off the bed as electric pleasure shot straight from her breast down to her core.

But then An Mo suddenly froze.

A sweet, warm liquid hit his tongue...thin, slightly sweet, and unmistakably milk. His eyes widened in shock. He pulled back just enough to stare at her glistening nipple, a tiny white bead already forming at the tip.

Without thinking, he leaned in again and sucked harder, drawing more of the warm milk into his mouth.

Su Qinglan’s face burned crimson with mortification.

"An Mo...!" she gasped, her voice trembling with shame. She tried to twist away, but he still held her wrists pinned above her head.

He lifted his head, lips shiny and wet, a trace of her milk at the corner of his mouth. His dark eyes were wide with surprise as he looked down at her flushed, exposed breasts.

"Is it...?" His voice was low, rough, and filled with disbelief. "You’re still producing milk?"