CHAPTER 29: Faster

I tried to push him away, but he didn't budge at all. Instead, his hold on me tightened, and he buried his face even deeper into my neck.

"Hey, let go of me," I ordered, but he didn't even move. Only a low groan escaped his lips, his deep breaths fanning against my neck, hot, heavy, and ticklish.

"Hey, Yuan, I said let go of me," I repeated, but he just shook his head.

"No, I want to stay like this..." he said firmly.

"There's this scent leaking from you, and damn, it's addicting," he confessed, his voice tight.

"Hey, why don't you take some of those perfumes from your business and pour them all over yourself so you'll stop sniffing me?" I suggested sarcastically.

"Maybe I failed as a perfumer," he murmured suddenly, his voice muffled against my neck.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, knitting my brows.

I felt him take a deep breath against my skin. "None of my perfumes can match the scent you have right now," he said directly, without a moment of hesitation

"You're just exaggerating, asshole. Now would you please let go of me?" I snapped, trying to push him off again. But he remained stubborn, refusing to listen.

"No, I'm not exaggerating. If I were, I wouldn't be feeling this horny right now."

Fuck this bastard. He definitely had filthy thoughts on his mind again.

"One!" I counted, issuing a warning.

He lifted his face from my neck, but his arms remained wrapped around me. He looked into my eyes with a pleading expression, as if I had done something wrong and it was up to me to fix it.

"Neo, please..." he rasped, his voice rough and strained.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

His eyes dropped down toward his waistline. Down there, I saw a prominent bulge under his pants, as if his length was desperate to break free.

I shook my head as I got what he was trying to say. "No," I answered flatly.

But I froze when his eyes suddenly shifted color again, turning red and filled with raw lust. I knew what was coming next, he was about to release his dominant pheromones.

Fuck.

"Argh, Neo! Just rub it like you did last time, please..." he growled, sounding as though he couldn't hold back a second longer.

I felt his hands tighten on my arms just as the heavy scent of his pheromones began to wash over me, a intoxicating mix of sweet honey and dominant cedar.

Shit! If this guy doesn't calm down, he's going to release an even thicker wave of pheromones, which could trigger my heat cycle. It was even more dangerous now because my heat was so close.

Fuck, why is this guy always in heat?

"Will that help you calm down?" I asked him.

"Yes, please."

I shook my head in resignation and reached for his pants. I gently pulled down his zipper, revealing the bulge strained against his boxers. It was already damp, likely from his pre-cum.

The moment my fingers brushed against his boxers, I felt his length pulse slightly, as if it were ready to burst out. Yuan's grip on my arms tightened instantly and his breathing turning deep and ragged.

When I pulled back his underwear, his thick, throbbing length sprang free, heavy and prominent with dark veins running down the shaft. As soon as my hand closed around it, a series of sharp, ragged gasps escaped Yuan's throat.

“Argh! Fuck! You're really driving me insane,” he growled, looking like he was out of his mind with pleasure.

This guy is unbelievable. This was clearly the "service" he had been waiting for all along.

Dammit!

I shook my head while my palm wrapping firmly around his length. I could feel it pulsing against my skin, almost like it had a life of its own. As I began stroking my hand up and down, a string of harsh curses instantly broke from his lips.

"Ahhh, fuck! Ahmm, shit!"

When I noticed a bit of pre-cum leaking from the tip, I pressed my thumb against it. The sudden touch made Yuan shudder violently.

"Fuck! That feels so good... Argh, do it again!"

His grip on my shoulder tightened as he buried his face back into my neck. I felt his lips slide down toward my collarbone, brushing against my skin as if he was about to bite me, but I stopped him just in time.

'Hey! Don't you dare bite my skin, or I swear I'll stop," I warned him.

"Argh!" he groaned in protest. Though he didn't go through with the bite, he kept his lips pressed firmly against my neck.

I didn't stop the rhythmic strokes of my hand wrapped around him. Before long, I felt the pulsing underneath my palm quicken, as if he was on the verge of snapping.

I thought the pheromones he was releasing would subside, but I was wrong, the scent was only growing thicker and heavier by the second.

Shit! This can't be happening! When is this bastard going to come?!

“Hmm... Ahhh, fuck! Faster...” he moaned, his voice dripping with pure bliss from what I was doing.

I rolled my eyes and complied with his request. I sped up the strokes, and the moment I did, the bastard completely lost it from the sheer pleasure.

"Ahh... Hmm... It feels so good! Just like that, faster, Neo!"

"Don't boss me around, you dickhead! I'm gonna wring this thing until it goes completely limp!" I snapped at him.

"Ahmm, yeah... curse at me more..." he groaned.

"Bastard!"

The moment the words left my mouth, a thick spurt of white liquid burst from the tip of his length, erupting over and over again. I watched as it completely covered my palm.

Gross.

"Fuck!" I felt Yuan trembling all over after he finally let go.

I was about to pull my hand away from his length, but he caught my wrist and stopped me.

He looked up at me, his eyes still burning the same shade of deep red, filled with an undiminished, fiery lust.

"Do it again." It wasn't a request, it sounded like an absolute command I had to follow.

Fuck! Is this bastard still not satisfied?!

My eyes darted down to his length. I thought it would have softened by now, but it was still standing fully erect, pulsing and hard as rock.

"Hey, are you still not satisfied? Didn't you already jerk off in the bathroom earlier?" I asked. It was meant to be a joke, since I didn't actually know if he had been masturbating in there earlier or not.

He shook his head slowly. "No, I didn't," he denied flatly. "I couldn't even get it up on my own, not until your fingers brushed against my dick," he confessed directly to me.

I froze at his words, completely stunned. Once my brain processed what he had just said, I glared at him with pure irritation.

"You bastard!"