After Breaking Up, I Shared an Apartment With My Best Friend and Her Boyfriend (H) - Chapter 9: Don’t Touch Me Like That, I Can’t Take It

Chapter 9: Don’t Touch Me Like That, I Can’t Take It

Realizing his actions had gotten out of control, Xu Yanqi quickly withdrew the hand he had been gripping. He felt a bit flustered. “Just like this is fine.”

Chen Qiao looked at the man’s awkward situation and shook her head, saying it was okay. She continued to use her hand to rub him.

It was strange – even with just her hand covering his pants, Xu Yanqi felt intense pleasure. She seemed to know just the right amount of pressure, lightening up when he was comfortable and increasing the force when he felt neutral.

As he started to enjoy it, Chen Qiao leaned her body forward until she was gripping his cock through the pants, her head moving close as well.

At this moment, she gazed intently at the shape of his thick, engorged organ straining against the loose pajama pants. It was so robust that it made one’s scalp tingle.

For a moment, Chen Qiao stared at the hard shaft pulsing in her palm. She really wanted to unzip his pants and take a good look.

She wanted to see if the shaft had throbbing veins, and if the rounded glans at the tip was swollen and red.

Even more, she wanted to open her mouth, look at the man, and brazenly take his cock into her mouth in front of him.

She wanted her mouth to be spread open, filled by his manhood.

“Do you really not want me to feel it with my fingers?” Chen Qiao wondered, then began slowly tugging on the drawstring of his pajama pants, softly asking him.

Xu Yanqi, his throat tight, had initially wanted to refuse, but now Chen Qiao was speaking again. The woman’s features were alluring, her sexual insinuations too blatant.

“Xu Yanqi, I want to touch it,” she said, continuing to tug at the drawstring, her actions becoming more and more irresistible, captivating him.

Xu Yanqi gripped the bedsheet behind him, his expression tense. Finally, he couldn’t hold back anymore and allowed her.

Right in front of her, he undid the drawstring and pulled down his pants.

Chen Qiao bent over the cock that suddenly sprang out – it was thick and straight, like a sturdy tree trunk embedded in the man’s dense thicket, hard as steel.

It was so thick, long, large and rigid, overwhelmingly developed and ominous.

“So big, Xu Yanqi, yours is really so big,” Chen Qiao remarked in awe.

She tremblingly reached out and slowly caressed it. “Wen Sui must enjoy this a lot.”

Feeling her soft fingers suddenly touch and stroke him, Xu Yanqi couldn’t hold back a muffled groan. It prevented him from answering Chen Qiao.

Even though he had clenched his teeth in advance, her tender, invasive fingers brought him an unparalleled, wonderful sensation that he couldn’t resist.

Hearing his muffled groan, Chen Qiao’s eyes flashed. Examining the cock tightening under her touch, her fingertips slid up from his base to the most sensitive tip, his urethral opening.

Xu Yanqi immediately arched his back, his entire glans contracting as he shuddered. “Chen Qiao, don’t touch me like that, I can’t take it.”

As soon as he said those words to stop her, Chen Qiao paused her fingers, only to then suddenly insert them into her own mouth, wetting them with saliva. Immediately, Xu Yanqi felt a soft, moist sensation envelop his thick, swollen head, causing his whole body to tense up.

“Ssss!”

In that moment, he couldn’t bear the tingling pleasure at all, his body shaking violently as his sensitive, erect shaft instinctively thrust to meet her stroking.

“Xu Yanqi, does it feel good?” Chen Qiao looked up at him, then started applying force, skillfully tormenting his engorged glans and stirring up waves of ecstasy that threatened to drive the man mad.

“Chen Qiao, stop, I can’t take it.”

He had never been so expertly manipulated by hand before. Previously, when Wen Sui helped him, she had been clumsy, lacking Chen Qiao’s techniques and tricks.

Xu Yanqi frowned, saying, “It’s a bit too much.”

Chen Qiao immediately eased up. Her slender nose was held high, her long, narrow eyes gazing at him.

“Should I go slower?”

She asked like a very patient provider, inquiring about the level of force and stroking rhythm he needed.

Continually seeking his guidance.

Xu Yanqi looked at his scarlet, massive organ now glistening with her saliva. Her fingers had stopped moving, but were deliberately teasing and stimulating his urethral opening.

Xu Yanqi suddenly found himself missing the sensation of Chen Qiao’s hand firmly stroking him.

He closed his eyes, answering her in a detached voice, “No, faster.”