MALE HOST?

On the other side of the road, a black Bentley sped by.

Liam pushed her hand away for the hundredth time as she attempted to unbutton her shirt.

The man spoke in a low voice, "Don't move."

Her mind was hazy as if she were extremely drunk, and her eyes were half-closed, revealing her slender neck.

"I'm so hot... ah," she murmured.

Her voice was soft, with a slight rise at the end, like a small hook that stirred restlessness in him. She was indeed hot, fidgeting slightly, her clothes partially open, revealing two pale, full curves.

Liam's hand slipped inside her shirt, grasping one and kneading it, his breathing growing heavier, tinged with a hint of hoarse desire.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked.

He was very restrained, only doing it twice before he pulled back, but his fingertips were ice-cold. It felt too comfortable, and Elise leaned closer, her lips almost brushing against his earlobe.

“No... no, don’t be so stingy. Do it again.”

She felt dizzy and highly uncomfortable, but a hint of conflicting rationality surfaced. She didn’t know who the person beside her was, but she realized he wasn’t the ugly, lecherous man from before.

This man had a pleasant, woody scent and an aloof charm. Although she couldn’t see his face clearly, the harsh light created a strange, heart-pounding illusion.

Liam didn’t respond to her; instead, he said, “When we return to the room, we’ll turn down the air conditioning, and it won’t be hot anymore.”

His throat was dry. The person he had been thinking about for so many years was right before him, and their reunion was happening under these circumstances.

To say he had no distractions would be a lie, but Liam forced himself not to look at her anymore. The luxurious car arrived at the Nangu Hotel, and he placed an arm around her as they walked out. He only knew that the crew was staying there but didn't know which room was hers.

As they entered the lobby, the reception staff paused in their work and respectfully greeted, "Mr. Miller."

Liam remained as cold as ever, not responding, and led her up to the seventh floor.

The hallway was quiet, and he lowered his gaze, his icy fingers brushing against her cheek.

"Where's your room card?" he asked.

She had been quite proactive a moment ago, but now she appeared cautious; her face flushed as she muttered indistinctly.

"You... you can forget it."

“Can I forget it?” Liam chuckled darkly. “Elise, you weren’t saying that when you were trying to grab my hand and stuff it into your clothes in the car.” Thinking of this, he gritted her teeth and added, “From now on, don’t eat anything given to you by strangers, understand?”

She blinked slowly.

“You are also a stranger,” she replied.

He raised an eyebrow, a strange smile appearing on his face. “Am I a stranger?”

Amidst this back-and-forth, his patience finally ran out. Liam grabbed her hand, pushed open the door to his room, and threw her onto the bed.

The presidential suite was several hundred square meters; she sank onto the bed with a thud, and there was an echo.

Elise covered her face, a hollow fear rising in her heart, but there was also a hint of anticipation.

She asked, “What are you doing?”

Her face showed little expression, yet there was a hint of a smile.

"What do you think?" he asked.

She felt herself getting hot; her entire body felt like a hundred ants were crawling over her; it was unbearable and made her want to cry.

The air conditioning control was located above the head of the bed. Liam leaned over to adjust it, and unexpectedly, something soft brushed against him.

His belt buckle was cold and glistening, and in her discomfort, she pressed herself against anything that could cool her down. Half of her face was pressed against his belt buckle at that moment, and her fingers wandered, desperately searching for something to alleviate her discomfort.

Suppressing his impulses, Liam cleared his throat, caught her wandering hand, and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

She frowned, her little face scrunched up, her voice thick with emotion. "I feel so uncomfortable, wuu..."

She was on the verge of tears, genuinely distressed, with tears welling in the corners of her eyes, almost overflowing.

Liam looked at her for a long moment before finally sighing. "Where does it hurt?"

"Here..." she replied.

Under her skirt, the girl pressed herself against the man's slightly calloused fingers, covering a soft, secret place.

Her leggings had been pulled off during her chaotic movements and piled up between her legs. Liam, feeling helpless, pushed aside that layer of fabric and gently kneaded it.

"Does this feel better?" he asked softly, leaning on her shoulder.

Tears wet her eyelashes, a chaotic mix of confusion and longing.

She continued to sob gently, her gaze lowered. As he inserted a finger, it was instantly enveloped by the warmth inside her, prompting him to let out a rare, comfortable "mm."

"Can you move a little?" Her voice trembled; even her plea sounded like a moan.

Liam's other hand pushed up her bra, touching that soft br€@$t without any barrier, the small bud on top slowly rising. He played with it, his fingertips rubbing that small spot, the bud gently bouncing, like dew dancing on the morning leaves.

The man sighed softly.

His fingers quickened their movements, matching her requests, either pushing gently or firmly.

The girl's delicate feline m0@n$ parted on her lips, melting into a puddle in his hands, resting against his shoulder, her breath tempting, "I want... more..."

“What else?” Liam whispered, “Why are you so lewd?”

He added another finger, but the movement became a little tricky. Still, she was very receptive, whether it was a physiological reaction she couldn’t control or if she really liked his touch.

The sound of water echoed in the room, his fingers completely wet, even his palm marked with her wetness.

But his belt remained undone.

“Mm...”

She followed his movements delicately, her waist swaying gently. Her slender figure beneath the white sweater was graceful, surprising him with its agility.

His gaze intensified, his actions becoming more pronounced as his fingertips moved.

The movements turned a bit rougher, but his voice remained smooth. It flowed softly into her ear, lightly brushing against her earlobe as if he were savoring the moment.

He gently covered her hand that rested on his chest, kneading it restlessly a few times. Liam felt his forehead throb with tension as he held back his emotions.

“Elise, you’d better agree to do this with me.”

She looked confused, her misty eyes staring at him innocently. Liam tilted his head and kissed her sparkling eyes.

Those eyes were stunning; they shimmered like spring water when she smiled and appeared delicately charming when she didn’t. However, he had never had the opportunity to appreciate them up close.

He closed his eyes, and his fingers finally found a small, soft spot. He pinched it gently and pressed it against a specific area inside.

Her back straightened, instinctively yearning, “Can you... apply some force...?”

Liam let out a suppressed m0@n, his fingers applying pressure together.

Her mind went blank momentarily, like a broken TV bursting with static, tensing for a few seconds before it all gushed out.

The man's arms tensed, and after a while of kneading, he finally pulled his fingers back.

The pussy reached a peak, still rapidly contracting inside. It was moist and soft, accepting anything that could reach the deeper parts. She actually moaned, reaching for his belt, making a clanking sound, but the man pressed her hand down.

"No," he said.

Her nose was flushed, and the shoulder strap of her dress was sliding down, revealing a straight and delicate collarbone that looked deeply sunken.

"Why not?" she asked innocently. "You look uncomfortable too..." she muttered, a little embarrassed, biting her lip.

Liam gently lifted her chin, breathing quickly as he looked into her eyes.

"You're drunk and ate something questionable, so you're not in your right mind right now. I can't do this; it's irresponsible for you, do you understand?"

The man lacked self-control, yet things in the world were always more important than desire. He didn't want her to have any regrets. Even if he could take responsibility for everything later in life, he hoped she would make her choice willingly.

Liam ruffled her hair, his breath lingering just above her lips. But in the end, instead of kissing her, he pressed his lips against her eyes.

"Are you feeling better? If you are, hurry up and get some sleep; a good rest will fix everything."

Although she had already cummed once, the tension still lingered, but it wasn't particularly overwhelming.

She wrinkled her nose slightly and said, "I still feel a little..." Unable to suppress a chuckle, she added, "Then you'll just have to bear with it."

The sound of running water soon filled the bathroom. It was winter, but the air conditioner was blowing cold air, and no warm mist was seeping through any cracks.

She washed for a long time. Was the water always cold? Before drifting off to sleep, that thought crossed her mind. Then, succumbing to drowsiness, she sank into her dreams.

*

Elise fell asleep first and woke up first. As soon as she opened her eyes, a wave of confusion washed over her. She slowly sat up and noticed someone lying next to her.

"What is this?!"

She felt like she had been struck by lightning and turned her head stiffly to look. The curtains were drawn only partway, and sunlight streamed brightly through the blinds.

The man furrowed his brow, his long fingers lightly shielding his eyes. His sharp jawline, tall and straight nose, and the curve of his Adam’s apple were beautiful; his level of beauty could only be described as “stunning.”

A man.

A handsome man.

Lying on her bed was an unfamiliar, handsome man. For a moment, she didn’t know whether to cry out in alarm or to kneel and thank the heavens for such a stroke of good fortune.

Elise blinked, and a scene from the previous day suddenly flooded her mind. She could still vividly remember her words: “I want a man.”

Wait.

Could this be the birthday present someone sent her?

Who sent her a male host?! Does she really seem that desperate?!

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