Her dark eyes, rolling, looked up at him. The pupils, dilated, the whites showing, were the eyes of a woman whose mind was drowning. Drowning in the divine qi. In the pleasure. In the pain. In the overwhelming, all-consuming need to please him.
"Please..." she whispered. Her mouth, against his cock, the words vibrating through the shaft. "My son..."
He stuffed her mouth. His cock, the head, the shaft, pushed past her lips. Her jaw, sore, opened. Her throat, raw, received him. The shaft, twelve inches, slid in. Her neck bulged. The outline, visible from the outside, marked the depth.
He held her there. His cock, buried, her nose against his pelvis. Her throat, working, the muscles milking. Her dark eyes, wet, looking up at him.
He looked at the door.
The door opened. Jin Wuchen entered. The Azure Cloud Sect leader's enormous frame, his formal jade-green and white robes, his dark eyes, filled the doorway. He bowed. Deep. Formal.
