The Superstar's Autograph [YiZhan]

Chapter Nine

The Superstar’s Autograph
_Chapter Nine

The bright and warm rays of the sun came through the black curtains that were hung in the window of my living room. With half-opened eyes, I absorbed the beauty of the next person that was snoring softly beside me. I never want to stop describing this beautiful creature that God made. He was so perfect. At least for me...Long lashes, slightly opened mouth, appealing nose and his lips…tempting me to cause another sin yet again. I stroked his hair that gleamed with yellow incandescence of the daybreak outside. It really felt fucking good between my fingers…Every strand was  captivatingly artistic to my sight.

It was safe to confessed that I loved him from the moment he laid his eyes on me in the backstage but the other half of my coherent mind constantly generated opposite whys and wherefores that bunged me, smashing me to authenticity of realism until now…I don’t have the potency to discern what to think or do anymore…

His arms that enveloped me shifted, pulling me close to him and he kissed the side of my neck.

Does this guy know I have a girlfriend? He does, Xiao Zhan!!! He does.

“Good morning, love.” He woozily greeted.

“Yibo.” I altered my body. Facing him, I showed my irate look. “Your thing is assaulting me.” I felt the ‘stuff’ in the center of his thighs poking mine. I licked my arid lips.

He chuckled, buried his face to my collar bone and bit it. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about?” I unbelievably asked making a distance from this sexy Olympian ideal boyfriend.

Who we kidding?! We both wanted something to happen.

“Yes, Zhan. I’m not going to-ugh shit…” Yibo was caught in red lights as he moaned.

I mentally congratulated myself as I unhurriedly traced his ultimate abs with my fingers. I saw his Adams apple moved, gulping. “Xiao Zhan! What are you doing?” His eyes were fiery and his ears were glowing red.

“Nothing to worry about, Yibo.” I mirrored his tone just like seconds ago and stucked my tongue out.

He looked beneath his shaft that was excited by my actions, concealed by his wisp thin black shorts. This was the first time I saw him uncomfortable...

“Zhannn…no.” His voice broke when he realized that I am nearing to his short’s waistband.

I bat my eyelids innocently and untied the drawstring of it.

“Don’t hold yourself back…get what you want.” I breathed to his shocked manner. I swore I could see his soul faded to outer space bidding goodbye to his human vessel.

“Fuck.” Yibo cussed in an erotic snarl. “Let’s do it.” He gently pushed me to the sofa and hovered above me.

HE WAS PRACTICALLY ONTOP OF ME!!! DAD!!! HELP!!!

Holding up his weight with two arms, hands grabbing the blanket under us so he wouldn’t crunch me like a bug. Then he rubbed and grinded himself against me. Our shaft rubbing with each other. “Yibooo…” I swallowed hard. “I’m just joking.”

“Too late.” Naughtily he kept on continuing the deed…I disastrously let out a loud whimper.

ABORT!!!

ABORT!!!

ABORT!!!

XIAO ZHAN!!! YOU ARE DEAD MEAT!!!

READY TO BE EATEN!!!

“Whoa…I love the way you sound.” Yibo dipped his lips to mine, kissing me ferociously.

Quakes of hot craving of him surged within me, liquifying all my bones and my senses. I ran my hands through his hair again while giving him the access he wanted, my tongue wrestled with his. We were as thirsty traveler in an outlandish abode and the only quencher we found was our own mouths. I took pleasure in tasting him and he was tasting me too…

He lifted my shirt up, tossing it somewhere and squashed my sides with his delicate pair of palms and touching me everywhere, strangely arousing, instantly erotic. Trembling for him in seconds, I arched my back and held to him. Yibo licked my nipples and sucked them with his wet expert tongue. I was blinded by this. My heart burned with hunger.

The idol everyone glorified, grabbed both of my wrists and drawing it directly above my head. “This is now or never, my Zhan…” I was about to express my opinion to that phrase but he made me cried out his name as he plunged a hand to the inner part of my sweatpants. He fondled me, making circles in the tip of my manhood. “You are permanently mine.” He resumed kissing me and next thing I knew Wang ‘the sexiest human being ever promenaded in my life’ Yibo used his pearly whites to dragged my briefs off of me.

Hold it! Where’s my sweats?! Whatever!

Stunned, catapulted to an urgency that was pure anguish, impatiently I parted my legs and let him take a look at my glossy damp entrance. His tongue exited from its cave and he licked his lower lip.

MANNN!!! THIS GUY IS THE DEATH OF ME!!!

Yibo then thrust in the bounds of me, I jackknifed below him crying in pain, warm tears flowed out from my eyes. The slide of his body on my own, reeling with impact, the insinuation of his sex and the size of it sent me to the border of insanity. I reached my climax that rocked through me with astonishing speed, he was staying with me, gripping me…and I am moving with him, desperate bliss, so very aware of the scent...

“Zhan, I’ll fill you up, okay?” His breathing was raggedy as his heat and fluids exploded in me. Some of it flowed out but he kept on thrusting harder than the first, the second, the third…I clung to him. Writhed, thundered and arched, he got under my skin…our slick naked flesh really induced me in wildness. “Yibo…more please…”

He reversed my current position; in my stomach he traced the awaiting ass of mine and shoved his penis once more. Stronger and meaner…Overdrive…full haste, he was wrecking me and I loved it so much. I was whining, whimpering, sobbing, groaning, screaming and generating other noises I am not coached to do escaped me.

We took a break and after that he ripped me once more and over and over again with his penis… I trembled, shaking, barely conscious of the world around me as we finished our third pinnacle of love making. Yibo pecked the tip of my nose and laid beside me, thankfully the daybed and the center table didn’t break, still fine. He hugged me, damp, hot, the pulse that had thundered through the beat of my core, slowing bit by bit. There was nothing but our intertwined arms, limbs and unclothed flesh. Zero factor separated us. We are one…

Finally we heard it…the rapping on the door.

“Zhan, baby? It’s me!!! Zoey!”

The brown color in his eyes darkened. “Your girlfriend.”

“Yeah.” I offered him a grimace and leaped to my feet scrabbling to his shorts.

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The formula:

1 orgasm + 1 orgasm + BREAK TIME + 1 orgasm = Bishounenhow111 is idiot

Wrong grammars, repetition of words and errors, yes. I'll edit this soon.

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