"What the hell are you doing?!"
Jin Haolong furrowed his brows as he saw his wife lying on the bed, wrapped in a blanket from head to toe in the middle of broad daylight.
She was usually either knitting sothing or reading a novel whenever he saw her in her room.
"Umm... I-I think I have a fever... so I'm just resting," Su ilin said.
She instinctively pulled the blanket up to cover half her face, praying her husband wouldn't realize she was naked.
"Hm..." Jin Haolong leaned against the door fra, looking suspicious.
But when his phone rang, whatever interest he had in Su ilin vanished. He picked it up and answered.
"I told you to wait, dumbass! Stay there!" he shouted into the phone, then barked, "Where's my car key? The SUV one?"
"Ah, it's in the cabinet in the living room," she replied, still looking nervous.
Jin Haolong clicked his tongue. "You should've told sooner!"
Then, as if flipping a switch, he started ranting again, his voice loud and cruel.
"And what the hell are you doing cooped up in here when I told you to mingle with the socialite I arranged?!"
"Tch. I should've never married a lowly village girl! Stupid bitch can't even do sothing simple—just ends up a pathetic wallflower instead!"
With that, Jin Haolong turned around and slamd the door shut.
Su ilin couldn't even muster a word to defend herself. She just sat there, letting him say whatever cruel thing ca to mind.
Her fingers trembled slightly under the blanket. She hated this—this helplessness, this bitterness she'd grown used to.
But when she was with Zhao Yiming, when they had an affair, she felt like she had so control over her life.
Even if just a little, it felt like power.
"ilin, are you alright?"
Zhao Yiming asked, stepping out from his hiding place in the cupboard.
"That piece of shit husband of yours! I'm gonna give him a nice spanking when we et again!"
He huffed, then approached her, worry etched all over his face. That look ward her heart again—and with it ca a wave of guilt for using him.
But more than anything, she felt relieved that she'd had an affair with him. This man with such honest eyes, who wore his heart on his sleeve.
A man she could read so easily. A man who didn't hide behind cruelty or pride.
Nothing to hide. Nothing to be ashad of.
Su ilin reached out and hugged him, needing to feel that warmth again, before quietly whispering:
"Should we continue?"
Zhao Yiming wanted to feel bad for her after what that asshole said—but the mont she whispered in his ear with that lusty tone, he lost all control.
Especially when her hand slid down and grabbed his cock, which hardened instantly.
He swallowed hard. He couldn't hold back anymore.
Zhao Yiming nodded, then grabbed her slim hand and guided her as she shifted, the blanket slipping just enough for her sexy figure to be seen. He let her sit on his lap.
Her ass pressing against his shaft made him hiss in pleasure.
"Oh, what an impatient man," Su ilin teased, flicking his nose.
"Yeah, well, how could I not be impatient with soone as sexy and beautiful as you?"
Zhao Yiming blurted whatever his chaotic brain could muster.
His thoughts were fried, completely short-circuited by the pleasure throbbing in his proud dragon—causing him to spit out the dumbest shit imaginable.
Su ilin just giggled as she lifted her ass once again, and with one smooth motion, she dropped down, his cock sliding deep inside her wet, hungry pussy.
Zhao Yiming hissed, his grip tightening on her waist as that intense pleasure hit him like a truck.
'Heavens! Her pussy's insane... tight and warm like it's trying to suck my soul out,' he cursed in his head, jaw clenched.
'That bastard Haolong's a goddamn idiot! If I had a wife like this, I'd fuck her every damn day!'
He started to move, rocking her body with both hands lifting her hips up and slamming her back down.
The way she moaned, the way her body twitched and clung to him—it was driving him nuts.
"Yiming~ Ahhhh~ Nnghhh!!! So good!!! Keep hitting that spot, please~" she begged, her arms wrapped around him like a needy little minx.
Her cunt was dripping nonstop, soaking them both. Her mind was practically fried from pleasure, especially when he nailed that one sweet spot inside her again and again, making her convulse like crazy.
"Ahh... You feel so fucking good, ilin!"
He growled, his hands grabbing her thick ass, slapping her cheeks as he bucked up harder, the sound of flesh smacking filling the room.
Her pussy clamped down tight around him like a vice. It was damn near magical—too good to be real. His head was spinning.
That Golden Spear Pill? Worth every damn AP since his stamina and pleasure he felt was doubled!
"Y-Yeah?" ilin laughed breathlessly, her voice shaking.
"You are also really good at this Yiming, wonder why you don't have a girlfriend yet?"
She cupped his face and kissed him hard, her tongue sliding in to play with his.
Zhao Yiming raised her hips even higher, changing the angle, pushing even deeper—and ilin's eyes snapped wide open.
"HNNGGHHH~ YIMING!!! PLEASE MOVE FASTER!!!" she scread like a banshee, and he did exactly what she wanted—thrusting up into her with brutal force.
Her pussy twitched, tightened, and practically massaged his shaft from all directions. He could barely hold back.
"AHHH!!! OHH!!! CUMM!!! I'M GOING TO CUMMMM!!!" she scread, her body arching back, her eyes seeing nothing but white.
Zhao Yiming groaned, "Shit..." as her inner walls clamped down like crazy, milking him for all he was worth. He almost lost it.
But he held back. Barely. He wasn't ready to finish, not yet.
Not when they still had all day.
But then—Jin Haolong's loud, annoying voice shattered the heat like a bucket of ice water.
"What the hell is that scream?! What are you doing in there?!"
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