EWH 25

Yang Moshou’s head throbbed from the bump. The hit sobered him up completely.

Just a moment ago, he’d been dreaming about using the bathroom. When he woke up, it took a while to register that this wasn’t his home toilet. It was Xu Wanhe’s car.

His bare ass was resting on top of Xu Wanhe. His feet were planted on the man’s thighs, toes curled tight. He wasn’t sure if he had accidentally pinched the guy’s skin.

The person underneath him didn’t react at all.

Yang Moshou didn’t dare turn around to look at his face. He scrambled over to the passenger seat. It took him a while before he finally turned back and forced a small smile.

“Just now, I stepped on your leg. Sorry about that…”

The man sitting in the dark didn’t respond. He just quietly started the engine.

Xu Wanhe felt like his eyes were a little wet.

And that feeling was humiliating. More humiliating than being beaten up and stitched back together.

For a split second, he honestly wanted to kill this man.

But the thought disappeared just as fast as it came.

Xu Wanhe didn’t want to think too hard about why.

He just figured, if he didn’t want to kill, then he wouldn’t. No need to explain it.

He’d always been the type to move on quick.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t suffocating inside.

So what came out instead was silence. Endless silence.

“Xu-ge, I’m sorry. I stepped on your thigh…”

Yang Moshou gave him a sweet, apologetic smile, teeth bright and neat.

“Why aren’t you saying anything. Just curse at me or something…”

“I’ll treat you to a meal. Please don’t be mad…”

The headlights flared on, flooding the car with harsh light. It was a little blinding.

Yang Moshou squinted slightly and happened to glance at Xu Wanhe’s pants. That thing of his still hadn’t gone completely soft.

“Hey… seriously… your zipper’s not closed… it’s sticking out… you’re not wearing underwear?”

Worried Xu Wanhe might feel embarrassed, Yang Moshou kept trying to comfort him.

“…It’s so cocky… really worthy of being Xu-ge’s dick…”

He really should’ve shut up. As soon as he spoke, it triggered something.

Like a firecracker getting lit, Xu Wanhe exploded on the spot.

“Fuck your mother. You’ve got the balls to say that?”

He went straight for Yang Moshou.

“Eat shit, fucker.”

Yang Moshou was caught off guard by the sudden burst of rage. He flinched backward but was still yanked by the collar and slammed hard against the car window.

Stars exploded behind his eyes, but suddenly a thought popped into his head. He couldn’t remember who said it, maybe someone on TV, but it was something like, “If you want to shut a woman up when she’s furious, just kiss her hard.”

So if you want to block a man’s iron-hard fists… would throwing him into a mind-blowing kiss work?

With that thought, Yang Moshou reached out and wrapped his arms around Xu Wanhe’s neck, puckered up, and kissed him.

Xu Wanhe was in the middle of cursing and absolutely fired up. He never expected that move. The guy landed a full kiss right on his mouth.

“Fuck you…”

The rest of it got cut off, shoved right back into his throat. He turned his head away, but that bastard just grabbed his face and started biting at him.

“Come fuck me…”

Yang Moshou muttered the words while gnawing on him. But even that didn’t feel like enough, so he climbed on top and with a loud rip, tore open his own shirt.

A button flew off and smacked Xu Wanhe right on the eyelid, making him grunt in pain and immediately let go to clutch his eye.

Freed from his grip, Yang Moshou was like a fish in water. He let out a couple of triumphant laughs and bent down to go straight for Xu Wanhe.

By the time Xu Wanhe came to his senses, he realized his dick had already been stroked hard and shoved right back into a warm, wet hole. That little bastard had mounted him again.

Yang Moshou thought it would hurt, but to his surprise, it felt like he had already been stretched open. The whole thing slid in without resistance.

Felt like he was blessed by the gods.

Yang Moshou straddled Xu Wanhe, arms wrapped around his neck. The slick, wet heat of his hole swallowing that hard dick inch by inch. While he moved, he yanked open Xu Wanhe’s shirt and began toying with his nipples.

The car space was so tight their bodies were locked together. Every bounce rubbed them flush against each other. Xu Wanhe didn’t know whether to beat him or keep going.

He was pissed, but fuck, it felt too good. His cock, already hard, was now gripped tightly by that slick, hot hole. The more it clenched down, the more it swelled and stiffened beyond control. Yang Moshou twisted his hips eagerly , tongue soft and wet, licking his earlobe. Every breath he exhaled was warm and teasing, even his panting felt seductive.

Xu Wanhe gave in fast. He went from unwilling victim to active participant. He grabbed that bouncing ass and started fucking up into him, pistoning into the needy hole, the obscene wet slaps echoing in the cramped car.

Yang Moshou leaned back slightly, resting against the steering wheel, but his hands never stopped playing with Xu Wanhe’s chest.

“Mm… feels so good…”

Xu Wanhe glanced up and caught sight of him sprawled open, legs wide, moaning like a slut. It turned him on like crazy. He gritted his teeth and kept slamming into him.

Yang Moshou moaned shamelessly, riding it out with a smug look on his face.

He had pounced on Xu Wanhe thinking he’d rape the guy. Turned out, the guy was way too into it.