14. Sun Tzu and the Art of Doggystyle
Chapter fourteen
Sun Tzu and the Art of Doggystyle
Lei
I stood at the end of the bed, looking at my captivating Mountain Mistress.
Dear God. Am I even going to last longer than a minute?
I never thought the sight of Moni could be more heart-pounding and mind-numbing than it already was but seeing her naked and on all fours on the bed, was a vision that would be seared into my memory forever.
My heart raced.
Pre-cum dripped from the tip of my cock, staining the carpet below my bare feet.
Oh my God. Is that all mine?
Her smooth dark brown skin glowed under the soft sunlight filtering through the billowing white curtains.
Her curves were like the rolling hills of a lush landscape, with peaks and valleys that begged to be explored. They flowed seamlessly into one another.
So deliriously exquisite.
Fucking alluring.
She was a work of art that was absolutely inviting to the rising primal urges within me and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch every inch of her.
I fisted my hands at my sides.
Listen. We are going to be calm and not fuck this up.
Still, I didn’t get on the bed.
Instead, I licked my lips and leaned my head to the side to get a better view.
Her fat ass—a pair of perfectly round brown voluptuous globes—was on full display.
Succulent.
From my position behind her, I could see how they perfectly rose and fell with each breath she took, the steady rhythm almost hypnotizing me.
I should take a picture of this. Would she think I was weird? Even if she did, it would be worth it.
I needed this image in my phone so I could look at it whenever I had a bad day.
That ass was so damn smooth, yet soft at the same time.
I imagined my hands sliding over the smooth expanse of her ass, tracing a sensual path from the small of her back and then slipping them over those twin globes that were teasing me.
More pre-cum dripped from my cock.
I might not last thirty seconds. She’s right. There are levels to this.
Dear God, the way her ass creased into her thighs was nothing short of poetic. Like watching crystal blue waves break upon a powder white shore.
And then there was her pussy.
Wet.
Glistening.
Soft folds.
All lush and nestled between her thighs, yet peeking at me.
My mouth watered.
Raw hunger blazed through me.
If Chen or anyone else interrupts us, I’m going to put them in the dungeon for 30 days. Fuck loyalty.
She glanced over her shoulder at me with this wicked fucking grin on her face. "Lei?”
“Yes?”
“Get over here.”
“I’m coming.”
“It’s been a while. You’re naked. What is the hold up?”
“I’m thinking.”
“You need to stop thinking and start fucking .”
I put my view back on that fat ass. “Give me a minute.”
“No. Give me a minute of that cock.”
At that demand, my length jerked. “Well. . .it may barely be a minute of fucking, if you rush me.”
She laughed.
Wicked, devilish woman.
Like she hadn’t warned me about how good her pussy was, she didn’t give me a disclaimer about this position.
If she thinks I’m possessive and overbearing now. . .
It would serve her right.
Like there were levels to her pussy, there were consequences too.
And I knew that after this, I may secretly order Chen to have a team construct a hidden chamber where I could keep her in there, naked and to myself, never letting her out.
Would Banks and her sisters notice her absence? Surely, I could tell them that she’s in Shanghai for the year?
“Lei, get your ridiculous ass over here and stop stalling.”
I pointed at her. “You can’t talk to me like that I’m the Mountain Master.”
“Then, master this mountain.”
I sneered, yet my body vibrated with so much need I thought I might pass the fuck out.
Then, she laughed because she was mean and knew that she had all the damn control when it came to the bedroom.
Listen. You really are the Mountain Master. There is nothing to worry about. You’ve killed forty men in one night with one sword and a headache. Surely, you can last more than a minute.
“Class begins now, Mountain Master.” She glanced over her shoulder again and this time she began to twerk that ass, moving those hips in a mesmerizing motion.
Fuck!!!!!!!!
My breath caught in my throat.
Those globes bounced and jiggled.
Loudly groaning, I began rubbing my cock, gripping it tightly at the tip and slipping it down the thick shaft.
I don’t care how long I last. I have to be inside of her.
There was no more logic, no more ability to truly think.
I just started walking over to her, too tempted, completely lured by the magnetic pull tugging at my very core.
What else could I do?
I climbed on the bed and got closer to her.
The air between us ran electric with erotic desire.
Once on the bed, I didn’t dare touch that ass, in fear of cumming right there, all over those fat cheeks.
Concentrate. We can make her cum first. There has to be a way.
I placed my fingers gently against the base of her spine.
She shivered slightly under my touch and a low sigh escaped her lips.
There we go.
My mind raced, grasping for anything that would give me the control I desperately needed.
She twerked again.
I groaned. “Stop that.”
Chuckling, she glanced over her shoulder. “Don’t you want to fuck this pussy?”
If she keeps talking like this, I won’t last ten seconds.
And then, like a whisper from the past, the teachings of Sun Tzu came to me. His book, The Art of War had guided me through countless battles and challenges.
Can it guide me through this one?
Perhaps it could.
In war, there was strategy; careful planning, knowing your enemy’s moves before they made them, laying traps and ultimately, outwitting the enemy.
In this case, however, Moni wasn’t my enemy. She was my Mountain Mistress. But there were aspects of Sun Tzu’s teachings that I could apply here.
Know the terrain where the battle will happen.
I slipped my gaze over that perfect body.
I knew every inch of her, where the curve of her waist flared into the fullness of her hips; how the lower part of her back dipped before rising into that majestic ass.
I knew what she liked too: she enjoyed my teasing tongue on her pussy; she thrived under my possessive gaze and definitely loved when I was assertive with my cock—not forceful but firm.
I considered more of Sun Tzu’s teachings.
Know yourself.
I knew my limits. I damn sure knew that if I touched that ass now, it would be all over for me. But I also knew that I wanted to make this experience extremely pleasurable for her too.
To cum before her would be to break me.
Therefore, this moment would require tremendous restraint.
Alright. I know what I must do.
Instead of plunging my cock into her and giving in to my primal urges, I backed up, bent over, and lowered my mouth to that pussy.
“Lei, what are you—”
Angling my head just right, I dove my eager tongue within those wet folds.
A moan ripped from her throat.
The taste of her was utterly intoxicating.
Sweet and salty.
Nectar from the gods.
Every movement of my tongue elicited a new sound from her, each more desperate than the last.
Her hips arched. “Oh!”
I shifted into the Dragon’s Flame Dance making sure that my tongue kept the required rhythm, which was difficult with her soft, fat ass bouncing against my face.
Mmmm.
Each lap of my tongue had to be long, gentle, and intense, but never too fast, or the flame would burn out.
Fuck. Why does her pussy taste so good?
My lips got wet with her.
Alright. This is going to work.
I forced her to spread her legs wider.
Next, I altered the position of my head, dove deeper, and gave her precise flicks to her clit.
Monique’s thighs quivered around my head. “Oh damn, Lei.”
I savored those words.
Know thy enemy.
My cock throbbed.
I licked wider circles around the swollen bud, switching to Tiger’s Flicking Strike, powerfully striking that sensitive clit like I was fierce tiger.
“Oh!” Moni trembled. Oh! Oh!”
Fuck yes. There we go.
I wanted to rub my cock against the bed. It took everything in me to not do it.
“Ooooohhhh!”
I lashed my tongue at that clit, hoping she felt it deep in her heart.
Monique loudly gasped and she swayed to the side, forcing me to grab ahold of those hips and keep her steady.
There would be no escape from my tongue.
That’s right. Sometimes the student teaches the professor.
“Oh, Lei.” Her breathing grew shallow.
I pressed deeper into her, licking quicker until she shuddered and screamed, “Lei!”
Alright. Now we’re on equal footing.
I pulled away, rose, and licked my lips, enjoying the taste of that sweet pussy.
This time when Moni looked over her shoulder lust flooded her gaze and her mouth was not only open, but her bottom lip was quivering.
I looked down at her. “I’m the Mountain Master.”
She whispered, “You are.”
I guided my cock to her entrance, teasing her with the tip.
“Mmmm.” She turned back around and barely kept herself up. “Fuck me.”
I groaned, teasing us both more by rubbing the tip along her folds. “There you go demanding again.”
“It’s my cock. Give it to me.”
And just when I was about to deliver a smart-ass retort, she twerked that ass again, letting me know that I still was not in control.
“Damn you.” I wished I had let out a growl, but instead it was a. . .whimper. “Ffffuucckk.”
She bounced that ass and her pussy kept getting closer and closer to forcing my cock to enter and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
My cock throbbed in response to that jiggling ass, the taunting, the yearning was too much.
I bit back a moan, gripped her hips tighter and plunged deep into her.
“Oh!”
“Goddamn right. Oh.” I sneered fucking her hard, unable to get any control of myself. “Look what you did!”
I was angry and full of pleasure at the same time.
I had a well-executed plan.
Calculated.
Created by Sun Tzu himself.
And she fucking ruined all my strategies!
I punished her with my cock.
“Oh! Oh!”
“Damn right!”
“Oh!”
“This is what you wanted? Huh?” I slowed down a little, yet made sure those thrusts were so deep, so fucking plunging, that I wasn’t sure if they were tearing through her fucking cervix, going up her ribcage, and out of her mouth. “This is what you craved?”
“Yes!”
That response didn’t help anything, it just made me try to penetrate her very soul.
“Oh!” She lost her balance, fell forward and gripped the sheets.
“Where are you going?” I kept her ass right where I wanted it, pounding, hammering, my hips snapping against hers.
And her pussy clenched around my cock, pulling me deeper into her and I kept on. “Don’t fucking run away. We’re in the heat of the battle now.”
“Oh, God!”
“He won’t fucking help you,” I spoke through clenched teeth, “No one will.”
I teetered on the edge of control, spinning at the center of a tornado of pleasure that I couldn’t escape.
Shit. I’m so close.
Somehow. . .I slowed my pace down, yet still the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room.
Her moans grew louder, each slow, deep thrust drove her closer to the edge.
And I was damn near on the edge of exploding.
I need. . .to. . .do. . .something. . .
Fast, I reached around, finding her clit and rubbing it in time with my movements.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.”
“Fucking cum for me right now!”
“Oh, Leiiii.” She bucked against my cock and fingers, finding no possibility of escape, either way she would be pleasured.
Her body vibrated beneath me.
Her moans echoed in the space.
Finally, her orgasm hit her like a freight train, making her body convulse as she screamed my name. “Lei!!!!”
Finally!
I held on, riding out her pleasure with my own release ripping through me with blinding intensity. And the orgasm was a force to be reckoned with—a white-hot tsunami washing over me—stealing my breath and my sanity.
My grip tightened around her, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I roared in ecstasy. "Moni!"
The world faded into nothingness, I didn’t even know if I was hurting her as I slammed hard into that pussy, spilling hot cum into her soft wetness.
“Ohhh yes,” I growled. “Take it all!”
Her body complied, convulsing around me one last time, taking all of me and giving everything of herself. The tenderness of her inner walls caressed my cock with heavenly torture.
"Lei. . ." she whimpered.
“Fuck.” It took everything in me to not collapse on her once I was done. “Oh, God.”
I pulled out of that slick pussy, shifted to the empty side of the bed, and crashed, pressing my wet cock onto the sheets. “Goddamn it.”
And she had the nerve to chuckle.
My heart pounded in my chest.
I closed my eyes and attempted to get control of my breaths. “You’re. . .laughing?”
“I am.” She slipped over to me and molded that lush body against mine.
“I’m close. . .to putting. . .you in the dungeon.”
Panting, she lay her head on my sweaty back and drew a swirly line on it. “You wouldn’t do that.”
My voice grew weak. “Don’t test me.”
She laughed again. It was so low and sexy that the very sound stirred something within. “I’ll take my chances.”
Her fingers moved lower, tracing circles over my hip bone.
I let out a long breath. “That’s now my favorite position.”
She kissed my back. “Mine too.”
Then, she moved her fingers from my hip bone to my thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "I’m close to losing my voice."
“You’re a bad girl. You should lose it.”
Again, that laugh came and I knew with all certainty that this was the sound I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.
She spoke, “Are we going to make it to the cookout?”
“We will. Chen won’t let us be late.”
“Thank God for Chen.”
“Yeah.” I sighed and opened my eyes. “I’m a little nervous.”
“Why?”
“Your sisters.”
“They’re not scary.”
“I want to. . .impress them.”
“You have a big ass palace and control a massive part of Paradise City. Forget about all the men in blue that will be around you. . .if anything. . .they might be a bit overwhelmed.”
“I don’t want them to be overwhelmed. What should I do?”