บท 359: 7.49 Moshe's Wildest Fantasy [M]

Lu Yizhou choked on his breath and without him realizing, his insides squeezed around Moshe even tighter. 

"Fuck!" Moshe cursed out loud as his grip on Lu Yizhou's hips faltered. He was breathing raggedly, a beast so starving that it would tear apart flesh and dig into bones, not leaving a single thing behind. A growl was rising on his throat. 

He brought Lu Yizhou's legs to his shoulders, almost bending him in half. "I swear… you are so—" Unable to find a suitable word with his lust-addled mind, Moshe leaned down to lick the rivulets of sweat on Lu Yizhou's skin, the dip of his collarbone, the blue rose under his sternum before his teeth latched on Lu Yizhou's nipple — and sucked.