Not an Angel - 92 Husband (Part 2)

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When Xu Anqi returned to her apartment, dusk was almost over. She wisely insisted that Tang Haitao drop her off at the convenience store near the entrance of the complex, then guiltily bought some instant food before quickly going upstairs. At the door, her heart was pounding; she worried that Xu Zhuoran might take advantage of her, while simultaneously praying he hadn't returned. Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Xu Zhuoran stepped out, his cold expression sending shivers down Xu Anqi's spine.
"Dad, you...you're back." She stammered, unable to open the door.
Xu Zhuoran opened the door for her without a word, dragging her in with her suitcase, slamming the door shut and shoving her against it. Her clothes were torn to shreds in an instant; her cotton crew-neck t-shirt was ripped in two, showing that Xu Zhuoran had used considerable force.
He was genuinely angry. He'd spent the entire afternoon thinking about the dinner she'd promised, only to return to find neither food nor her. He was furious, almost ready to have her searched the entire place and brought back to be shackled! He hadn't sent anyone to follow her since she'd behaved alright today, and she dared to stand him up! The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, as if everything was mocking his stupidity! He stormed downstairs, jumped into his car, not knowing where he was going, but he simply couldn't stay in this house any longer. Coincidentally, as he was leaving the complex, he saw Xu Anqi getting out of a man's car. The man was pulling and tugging at her luggage, but Xu Anqi snatched the luggage and sent him away. Of course, he remembered that it was the eldest son of the Tang family; if it had been anyone else, he would have gotten out of the car and kicked him.
Xu Zhuoran entered without any foreplay. The lack of lubrication caused her pain from his rough handling. Xu Anqi knew the reason for his anger and dared not struggle, only moaning softly as she tried to escape. The more she tried to escape, the more relentless Xu Zhuoran became, thrusting and pounding without restraint. The dryness caused pain for both of them, but Xu Zhuoran disregarded it; he wanted to make her suffer, even if it meant he would share in her pain!
"Dad, it hurts, it hurts—" Xu Anqi gritted her teeth and persevered, but in the end she could not withstand the pain of her most tender parts being rubbed so hard.
"It's supposed to hurt!" Xu Zhuoran continued unmoved, refusing to soften his stance, determined to possess her forcefully. He pulled out completely and then cruelly thrust in again, the pain causing the veins on his forehead to throb. He asked fiercely, "Tell me! What were you doing?"
Xu Anqi's face was contorted with pain, but she still didn't dare to scream, "West of the city...cemetery...I brought her ashes back..."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Xu Zhuoran hadn't expected her to do these things, and he stopped what he was doing. He thought she would beg him to take her with him.
"It was a last-minute decision. I didn't want you to know, and I especially didn't want to bring her here!" Xu Anqi said quickly, taking advantage of a lull in his attack. "Who knew we'd get stuck in traffic on the way back!"
"Why send that kid from the Tang family?" Xu Zhuoran moved slowly, still asking fiercely, but anyone could hear the sourness in his voice.
"Isn't it normal to run into him at his house and be driven there? His sister isn't home, why would I need to ask someone else?" Xu Anqi asked in a series of questions. The guilt she had felt for not keeping her promise because she was late vanished instantly with Xu Zhuoran's sour words, and a surge of grievance made her burst into tears in an instant.
"Why are you crying? You think you're right?! I've been waiting and looking forward to coming back to eat your food, where's it?" Xu Zhuoran was embarrassed by his own jealousy and had to awkwardly change the subject. He was becoming more and more like a madman as he grew older. He knew perfectly well that there was nothing between her and that Tang family boy, but he still wanted to make her feel sorry for him and see her cry!
"No! It's me, you can eat me!" Xu Anqi knew that it was necessary to throw a tantrum at this time, so she cried half-truthfully, her whole body trembling.
"Okay!" Xu Zhuoran scooped her up and placed her on the nearest dining table, still with his penis inside her. "I'll eat you, right here on this table!" He pushed her down, pulled away, and then lowered his head to suck on the spot where his penis had just been inserted. He sucked skillfully and licked precisely, and soon Xu Anqi's juices flowed freely.
Aroused, Xu Anqi instantly forgot the little bit of suffering she had just endured, grabbing Xu Zhuoran's hair and pulling him up, "Hurry up, give it to me... I want it, I want it..."
"What do you want?" Xu Zhuoran teased her mischievously, actually trying to get rid of the clothes that were in his way.
"I want you, I want your stick..."
"What do you want? Whose?" Xu Zhuoran was angrily tearing at his shirt, but he was also trying his best to entice Xu Anqi to say dirty words.
Consumed by lust, Xu Anqi disregarded her shame and thrust even more of her little bottom into Xu Zhuoran's mouth. The last time she'd been brought to orgasm by Xu Zhuoran's lips and tongue was two years ago! Now that he was willing to serve her with his mouth again, she knew he was pleasing her; he had probably truly forgiven her. Thinking this, Xu Anqi decided to please him in return. She propped herself up, looked at Xu Zhuoran, and, genuinely unable to contain herself, said in a fake, coquettish voice, "Daddy, give me your big cock, my little pussy is hungry!"
This womanly, vulgar language, avoiding crude words, made Xu Zhuoran's penis throb with excitement. He spread Xu Anqi's legs into a wide M shape and thrust his penis all the way into her bright red mouth, kindly reminding her, "You little slut, it's getting dark!"
"Oh—" Xu Anqi was filled with anticipation, and comfortably straightened her back to thrust back against him, "Husband...so big...so deep...so comfortable..."
That single word "husband" perfectly ignited Xu Zhuoran's fire. He gasped, grabbed Xu Anqi's inner thigh, and began thrusting vigorously. This position, standing by the dining table, maximized the friction on her inner thighs, right there at her most famous G-spot. Actually, Xu Anqi's spot wasn't particularly sensitive; she'd only ejaculated when Xu Zhuoran used his fingers to stimulate it. With just thrusting, she didn't feel much, unlike her vagina, where a few thrusts were enough to bring her to climax. But this time, the angle was perfect, rubbing that area with extraordinary pleasure. She moaned and groaned, clutching her nipples, swaying and shaking with enjoyment.
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A very insightful reader said they enjoyed reading my description of Mr. Xu's little gestures towards Anqi, which were full of love...
Honestly, I didn't realize... I just enjoyed describing things, and I thought people would find it tedious... Turns out there are people who understand... I can't express my happiness in words, but it's enough to show my gratitude...
Speaking of which, I also looked back at the story after the flashback. Perhaps influenced by other authors, I also felt it became a bit more intense. Although it significantly disrupted the previous slow and lukewarm pace, thankfully it didn't affect the overall structure. I'm quite confident in the fluency of my writing and the use of language. So why do other authors' stories easily garner thousands of favorites and hundreds of comments? Are my readers all lurking? Or do they lack confidence in me?
Slow writing is my Achilles' heel, but I refuse to compromise. If I can't write, I won't write! Although I don't have the means to be willful, I just can't help but be willful.
Thank you all for your continued support. Although I am a newcomer and not very diligent, I will continue to do so. Even though I don't have many stories to tell, the quality is not bad.
As I said before, it won't be a bad ending, I don't guarantee the speed, I only guarantee it will be good.

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