793 Invading His Mind (1/2)

Once Lu Zihao arrived at the headquarters, he went straight to the training area in order to purge the remaining restless energy inside him, even though he already felt calmer and more balanced because of his night with Long Jinjing. His subordinates were lucky because it made him less brutal towards them during sparring compared to their hellish sparring yesterday at Dragon Palace when he beat all of their asses.

Despite his great mood, his expression hardened as he looked down at his groin. What greeted him was a raging erection.

”You want her again, huh?” he talked to his manhood before grasping it with his fist.

This was what he got for remembering the woman and all the things he did with her last night. Not one to deprive himself unnecessarily, he started stroking himself while imagining that it was Long Jinjing's hot mouth sucking him.

The one she gave him in her own bathtub last night had been amazing. She learned quickly how to pleasure him using her mouth despite her gag reflex. He was right. She could take him.

All the memories from last night was still very fresh in his mind. Her scent, her moans, her body, her shy looks, and the way she said his name—Nikolai—as she orgasmed.

He groaned and his fist tightened around his erection. His eyes shut close and he started panting as he increased the speed of his hand.

In his mind, she was bent over the shower as he slammed his hips hard and fast behind her again and again. Her moans and cries were so clear that he almost thought that she was real and with him right now, letting him fuck her again until she couldn't walk properly.

'Nikolai!' she cried out, squeezing him hard as she climaxed.

He squeezed his own manhood with his hand and soon his body stiffened.

”Jinjing!”

He came hard. His release spewed out and hit the wall in seven strong spurts. He continued moving his fist quickly up and down, milking himself as he imagined that it was Long Jinjing's wet heat that he was ejaculating into.

When he was finished, he rested both his hands on the wall to support himself while he calmed his gasping breaths. His body felt extremely light. He felt more balanced than ever.

He should be feeling even better now, right?

Wrong.

Although his body felt relaxed, his mind was now in total chaos.

But what the hell just happened? What was this urge to see the woman again, to fuck her again? How could he, Nikolai Vetrov, allow a woman to occupy his mind like this? This was unacceptable!