When I woke up, I was beaten to death by a stranger

Chapter 9

Later, our clothes were completely soaked, it was extremely cold, and the leftover wine froze, and we staggered into the car, shaking all the way back.

Valentin wanted to take a hot bath, so he asked me to put in the water. After the water was put in, he had fallen asleep on the sofa wrapped in wet clothes, and he couldn't wake up no matter how much he shouted.I had no choice but to take off his wet clothes with great effort. Fortunately, only the coat was soaked in moisture, and the next-to-body clothes were still dry, so I wouldn't catch a cold.I originally wanted to throw him on the sofa to sleep, but for some unknown reason, I hesitated for a moment, reached out and touched his neck, the body temperature was so low that my hands were freezing, and I immediately went to soak a towel in hot water. Don't dare to delay.

Valentin was already in a deep sleep, and he didn't want to move. I wiped it extremely hard, and I was sweating profusely when I changed my clothes. Qingmeng, I was about to slap someone with a wave of my hand, if I didn't dodge very quickly, I'm afraid I would have to be slapped again.I don't know where his trouble of beating people at every turn came from.

After tidying him up, I also changed clothes indiscriminately. It was evening outside, and the rose-colored sunset was very dreamy. I was so tired that I fell asleep and woke up once in the middle. The light in the living room was on, and Valentin had already woken up , accompanied by the sound of colliding wine bottles; I thought in a daze that the two bottles of beer during the day must not have allowed him to drink to his heart's content, and these bastards' drinking capacity could not be filled by a few bottles of vodka.I don't know how long after that, I was awakened by the sound of thunder. When I opened my eyes, a white light flashed in my eyes.

I am ashamed to say that I have lived such a long life, and what I am most afraid of is thunder at night. The lightning can still cover my eyes, but the thunder will get into my ears no matter what. I am so scared that I can't sleep at all.As a result, most of the drowsiness subsided. I was staring at the ceiling in a daze when I suddenly heard the sound of a wine bottle falling outside the door.

Thinking of this, I got out of bed and opened the bedroom door. The light in the living room had already been turned off, and Valentin's outline was looming. Seeing that his chest rose and fell very regularly, I thought he should be asleep.At this time, there was another flash of lightning outside the window, and I saw clearly that he was sleeping on his back. There were wine bottles on the table and on the ground. There was beer and foreign wine, enough to down a football team.I was dumbfounded, bent to straighten the wine bottles one by one, picked up the quilt he kicked off and covered it, then squatted on the sofa and looked at it, a little worried that he would choke to death on vomit after drinking so much to sleep.He is so good looking.

Just admiring his drunkenness, I was so frightened by the sound of thunder that I cursed, stood up abruptly, and repeatedly slapped my chest.Just when I was about to sneak back to the room, Valentin on the sofa turned over, muttered something, and looked at me with empty eyes, which made me flustered.I said, "Woke you up? I'm here to cover you with a quilt. I'll go back now."

"Is it raining?" After a while, he suddenly asked, his voice faint.

"Not yet. It's thundering." I picked up a wine bottle and stepped back, "I'm going back."

"Ivan," he called to me.I turned around and saw him struggling to hold himself up. I thought he was going to vomit, so I walked back quickly and pulled him back: "What's wrong? Feel like vomiting?"

Unexpectedly, I didn't pull him, but he tore me off and hit my chest. The smell of alcohol made me blush and my heart beat, and I wanted to get up quickly: "Hey, what's the matter with you." But with his arms around, He clamped me directly in his arms, unable to move.I held my breath, realizing he was still drunk, but not moving a bit.Another white light flashed outside the window, illuminating his face pale and his eyes tender.I knew there was another thunder soon, and my heart was pounding.

"Ivan." He called me again.The breath of alcohol burned my ears, and the sound of "Ivan" was different from usual, the ending sound dropped, and it was almost hoarse in my throat; it suddenly occurred to me that I had never given myself a Russian name, but "Ivan" Like fate, it was called out on a certain day and at a certain moment.

"Ivan is here." I leaned over and whispered.Hearing this, he suddenly tightened his arms, thunder exploded above his head, I knelt on the ground and hugged him; the heavy rain fell rustlingly, Valentin cried for some reason, sobbing like a child, a Shout out to Ivan, Ivan.Heartbroken, I climbed onto the couch and hugged him tightly, patting him on the back and telling him not to be afraid, Ivan is here and he is not alone.

He was out of breath from crying, unlike the first tears, I have never seen him so desperate and defenseless, there was no violence or resentment in his eyes, only sadness.Alcohol evaporated all his strength.

I wanted to calm him down slowly, so I hugged his head and rubbed it, but he broke free.I looked down at him and saw that his face was full of tears, as if he had been bullied; before my heart trembled in pity, he leaned over and kissed me without resistance.

Valentin's lips were covered with tears, cold and salty, hot and spicy, with the taste of vodka; while he held my head, hair hanging on my face, and his 1.9-meter body firmly covered me, and the kiss was over Lips kissed nose, and after kissing nose, kissed ears, as if kissing could not be enough.I was numb all over from his kiss, my brain was bloodshot, and I didn't understand what was going on, but the little brother under me raised his head quietly, which made me startled and ashamed, panting and turning my head: "Valentin, You drank too much."

He stopped, very unhappy: "I drank too much?" Then he stood up and deliberately rubbed my thighs against my words. Sitting on my body with two legs, condescendingly said: "I've never drank too much." After speaking, he even started to swing his waist, moving my little brother back and forth.

I couldn't stand this, I didn't dare to raise my eyes, and the skin under my body was swollen rapidly by him, it almost hurt a little.Who would have thought that he would look like this when he was drunk!If I were a straight man of steel, I could still hold back seeing this situation, but I am a manly man, and I covet his beauty very much. Being teased like this, I groaned in my heart, thinking about dealing with his drinking madness Then go to the toilet to solve it.Sure enough, he stopped after a while. I breathed a sigh of relief, but Valentin suddenly took my hand, put it behind his waist, and slowly slid down his back. Before I could react, my fingertips A wrinkle has been felt.

I looked up suddenly, unbelievable, but Valentin looked drunk, with a smug look on the corner of his mouth, he grabbed my finger and kept rubbing his back, and said in a low voice: "... Wanyusha, I think about it .”

I was dumbfounded, but he had grabbed my finger and poked it in and out. The hole was tight and hot, and every time he stuck it in, he trembled and his breathing became louder. I instinctively realized that I couldn't guarantee the consequences of doing so. , but I don’t know why he didn’t break free, but gradually poked faster and deeper, and then he let go of my hand, grabbed my shoulder, lowered his head and kept shaking. "One more finger," he said with a breath.

When the back mouth began to become wet and soft, Valentin suddenly stood up and took off my pants, and by the way, he also took off my pants; he sat down, and our skin was close to each other; I opened my legs wide, held my little brother in one hand and stuffed it into the hole.It was so tight that it hurt both of us, he groaned a few times, and rubbed at different angles; my hands and feet were cold and I spoke incoherently: "You're drinking too much, Valentin, you're drinking too much. You know you're What are you doing...Are you sure? I'm not a gentleman...Are you sure? You're going to kill me tomorrow morning. It's too late to repent...Why don't I get it out for you? "

"You talk too much."

At this moment, another flash of lightning illuminated his body. Even if there was another car accident, I would never forget the shock at that time——Valentin's body was snow-white, but the word "Wan" between his ribs was as black as ink; The legs are spread out in the shape of an M, exposing the entire space between the heels to me. His thing is really eye-catching, it is a circle bigger than my little brother, and it is high in front of the abdomen; while his thighs are slender, and the muscles are compressed. Hair fell over his face, lips parted in pain.

"Damn it!" I woke up from my sluggishness, cursed, grabbed his waist and pushed up, somewhat angry.

He immediately curled up in pain, buried his head on my shoulder, and firmly grasped the back of my neck with both hands.As I straightened my back, I grabbed and rubbed his ass, and said fiercely, "Are you happy now? I fucked him, are you happy? Is this what you want?"

"Happy, so happy," he hugged me excitedly and kissed wildly, twitching all over, wet on his back, "—this is what I want, this is what I've always wanted. Ivan, you don't know me How happy now!"

I turned my face to kiss him, not letting him continue talking, his almost crazy joy would only make my heart hurt more; and his unusually passionate kiss seemed to engulf me, I was so breathless from the kiss, I stretched out my hand to rub His pouch, said with a smile: "Shh, baby, it's okay. It's okay."

He couldn't sit on me stably, so he had to climb on the back of the sofa with one hand and hold my shoulder with the other. He pursed his lips and closed his eyes, making noises through his nasal passages. His waist swayed extremely fast, and the sofa creaked very loudly.The inside of Valentin’s tunnel was very hot, and a slight squeeze of his strong and strong thighs was enough to drive me crazy; I couldn’t move my eyes from staring at him, wishing I could lick every inch of his body, and still couldn’t believe the shocking beauty in front of me. People will be my once lovers.

We were sweating profusely. When Valentin raised his head suddenly, I knew he was coming. I wrapped one hand around his waist and the other around his waist to speed up the rhythm of his words, and my lips pressed against his sweaty chest all the way kiss down.His abdomen suddenly contracted, and the passage was so tight that I couldn't hold it anymore, and all of it leaked into him.

After the work was done, Valentin didn't want to clean it up, saying it was too troublesome, and he would do it again tomorrow morning, and fell asleep after staining the pillow.The rain outside the window had stopped, but I didn't want to go back to the room. I knew he would wake up, but I just wanted to sweat profusely on the sofa bed with him, with my chest leaning against my back and my legs wrapped around my legs.I reached out to stroke the ribs of the naked male angel, which was exactly the same as the body beside me, so full of lust, so arrogant and condescending.I think I would do anything for him.

I think I'm in love with Valentin all over again.