Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off

An Mo chuckled, his hot breath lingering right where she felt most sensitive. He looked up, his dark golden eyes glittering with absolute devotion and playful mischief.

"Since my Mistress has called me an insufferable servant, it would be a shame if I didn’t live up to the title," he murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, raspy whisper.

Su Qinglan’s breath hitched as she looked down at his handsome face. "An Mo... don’t you dare..."

"Shh, Master," An Mo cut her off smoothly, his thumb gently smoothing over her inner thigh, making her legs quiver even more.

"It is a servant’s duty to make sure his mistress forgets all about her pain. So, no matter how loudly you cry out my name today, I won’t stop until you’re completely satisfied."

"You...!" Su Qinglan gasped, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.

Before she could finish her sentence, An Mo lowered his head completely.

The moment his hot tongue made contact with her wet, sensitive center, Su Qinglan’s entire world exploded in a blinding flash of white light. Her toes curled tightly, and her fingers buried deep into the silk sheets beneath her.

"Ah—! An Mo!" she cried out, her voice echoing softly through the quiet, mist-filled pavilion.

An Mo didn’t slow down for a second. He used his tongue and lips with relentless, agonizing precision, tasting her sweetness while his hand gently stroked her hip, keeping her pinned in place. Every flick, every gentle suction sent electric shocks straight up her spine, completely wiping out any lingering thoughts of playing master and servant.

Su Qinglan squirmed helplessly beneath him, her hands leaving the sheets to find his long hair once again, alternatively pulling him closer and trying to push him away from the sheer intensity of the pleasure.

"An... An Mo, please..." she sobbed softly, her voice sweet and broken as the feverish heat inside her bloodline surged to an unbearable peak. "It’s too much... I can’t..."

Lifting his head just an inch, his lips glistening under the soft crystal light, An Mo looked up at her flushed, tear-stained face with deep affection.

"You can, Lanlan," he purred, his voice rough and heavy with desire. "Trust me. Give everything to me."

An Mo’s mouth remained planted between her legs, unbothered by the sweet, endless flow gushing against his skin. Instead, he licked every single drop clean, using his tongue and fingers to stretch her gently so she would be ready to take him completely in one go.

As he slid his fingers deep inside her, carefully opening her up right in front of his face, Su Qinglan felt thoroughly, utterly exposed.

Yet beneath the burning embarrassment, she was throbbing with an intense, itching need. She desperately wanted him inside her.

So when An Mo finally pulled his fingers out, she felt instantly empty and lost. Her core throbbed with a sweet ache. Unable to stand the distance for another second, she reached down, grabbing his face and forcefully pulling him back up to hers!

An Mo chuckled softly against her skin, his eyes gleaming with dark delight.

"Such a greedy master," he murmured, his tongue trailing a hot line across her lips.

Su Qinglan’s face turned even hotter, but before she could retort, the lingering sensation of his fingers brought on another sudden, intense wave.

She climaxed hard right against him, her body shuddering as a fresh wave spilled over. An Mo patiently licked away every bit of it, savoring her sweetness before looking up into her glossy eyes.

"It seems my Master is exceptionally greedy today," he said in a low, husky tone. "She is so wet, she could easily swallow this humble servant whole."

Su Qinglan flushed beet red.

An Mo slowly stood up beside the bed. His wet, translucent outer robe clung tightly to his rock-hard, muscular body, highlighting every sharp angle of his physique.

Su Qinglan’s eyes greedily traced his figure...her fingers practically itching to drag her nails across his broad chest and rock-hard abdominal muscles.

Then, her gaze dropped down to the massive bulge standing proud and straight beneath the damp cloth.

An Mo caught her intense gaze and kept his eyes locked onto hers.

Slowly, agonizingly, he began to peel the wet robe off his shoulders. He took his sweet time, flashing her a mischievous, teasing smirk as the fabric slid down his arms, finally falling to the floor with a soft plop.

Su Qinglan’s breath caught in her throat. She swallowed hard.

Damn it... it was really thick!

Standing completely bare before her, An Mo casually reached down, stroking his length once before squeezing it firmly. A thick drop of pre-cum gathered at the tip, glistening under the warm light.

Looking at the impressive sight, a sudden, wild thought crossed Su Qinglan’s mind: What would it feel like to suck on it?

An Mo immediately caught the trail of her thoughts from the sudden, sharp clench of her core and the sheer heat in her eyes.

He chuckled deeply, his chest vibrating. "Greedy Master... you look like you want to completely devour your servant." He gave himself another light squeeze, letting the clear drop glisten at the tip.

Su Qinglan instantly turned her head away, closing her eyes in a terrible attempt to deny it. "I-I wasn’t looking at it!" she huffed, though a small chuckle escaped her lips.

An Mo leaned back down over her, his hot breath wrapping around her face as his thick length dangled dangerously close to her wet entrance. He captured her mouth in another deep, melting kiss.

Just as Su Qinglan melted into the kiss, she suddenly gasped! She felt the thick, burning head of his length slowly slip deep inside her...only for him to instantly lose his footing and pull it completely back out!

Her eyes flew wide open mid-kiss, filled with utter shock and disappointment.

An Mo’s breath was trembling heavily. He bit her lower lip before kissing her with even greater, frantic intensity to hide his embarrassment.

He was so completely overwhelmed, so lost in desire, that he had actually messed up!