I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!

Zhao Yiming's voice came out low, his throat dry from how long he'd held himself back. His cock throbbed with need, looking at her red and swollen pussy, from watching her come undone again and again beneath him.

'Damn, Madam Ruan is so hot being ruined like this.' he licked his lips.

His fingers ached from gripping her thighs, the restraint it took not to fuck her senseless earlier. Now, there was no more patience.

"Haahhh... Ahhh~ Yes, I'm ready Mr. Zhao, please destroy my cunt, my brain... Everything." Her voice was slurry and hot.

He watched her twitch in the restraints, her chest rising too fast, her eyes glassy. She was fucked-out and trembling, legs still suspended midair, dripping wet, but still looking at him like she wanted more.

"Of course, I will Lihua. Without you even saying anything, I will do it gladly."

He grabbed his thick and hard cock, stroked it to show the things that would destroy her inside. While Ruan Lihua's eyes were glinting in delight.

He stepped forward, grabbed her by the hips, and thrust into her in one deep stroke. Her gasp wasn't quiet, it ripped out of her like it caught fire in her lungs.

"AAHHH!!! FINALLYY! MY PUSSY BEING FILLEDD!!!"

But Zhao Yiming didn't groan. His chest seized the moment he was inside her. She was hot, tight, and greedy. Her pussy clamped around him like it was trying to devour him whole.

His eyes nearly closed. Fuck, she always did this to him.

He moved, hips dragging back and slamming forward again. Each thrust hit deeper, harder, his cock gripped by her soaked cunt so tight it made his breath catch.

He clenched his jaw, trying to hold on to the rhythm, but her body didn't make it easy.

She was too warm. Too soft. Too fucking wet.

He leaned over her, sweat sliding down his back, the sound of their skin slapping echoing off the walls. She moaned under him—half scream, half sob—and it only pushed him closer to the edge.

"Ohhh!!! Ahhhh!!! Haahhh!!! My favorite cock is inside me!!!"

His cock pulsed inside her, the friction too much, too perfect. His thighs burned with effort, the tight heat around him almost unbearable.

"Zhao... Ngghhhh~ more give me moreeennnhhh!!!"

Her moans filled his ears, and he could feel her clenching hard again. She was going to come. Fuck, she was going to milk him dry if he didn't pace himself.

"Ah... You are always so hot like this, like a bitch in heat." he groaned.

"YESSHHH!!! AHHH!!! I-I'M YOUR BITCH!!! AND HNNGGG~"

"Good, cum as much as you like."

He changed the angle, grabbed under her knees, forced himself in deeper, hips slamming forward with brutal force.

"OHHH!!! HEAVENSS!!!"

The pleasure climbed too fast coiling up his spine, clawing into his gut. His balls tightened. His mouth hung open, teeth gritted against the wave threatening to crash too early.

"Shit! Lihua—" he growled, voice thick.

She gasped under him, legs shaking violently. "HHHNNN! I'M GOING TO CUMM!!!"

He felt her walls convulse, and then she was coming again, hard, loud, soaking him all over again. Her pussy squeezed his cock like a vice, pulsing around him, and Zhao Yiming nearly lost it

His vision blurred as the heat rushed up his spine, his body jerking forward more and more. But no, not yet as he pulled out.

His cock slapped against her slick folds, twitching hard, leaking. He was seconds from coming, but he held it, panting, body trembling with restraint.

His abs clenched, sweat dripping from his jaw. His entire body was one raw nerve.

Ruan Lihua moaned, her hips twitching at the sudden emptiness. "Hnnn... Why—why did you—"

He didn't answer. He turned to the bag and grabbed the Tongue of Torment.

He needed a moment before he exploded. This would buy him time.

"Wh-what is that?! Ahhh!!"

The toy slid into her like it belonged there, and the moment it hit her sweet spot, she screamed again.

Her thighs kicked against the restraints, her body a trembling wreck as the serpentine tongue pulsed inside her.

Zhao sat back on his heels, fisting himself slowly as he watched her fall apart. His cock twitched with every moan she let out.

His muscles ached. His balls throbbed. His restraint was hanging by a thread, but still, he didn't come.

Not yet. Not until she begged again.

"Hngg~ Zhao, please, I need to cumm ahhh," she gasped, voice high and shaking, tears clinging to her lashes.

The Tongue of Torment writhed inside her, curling, pulsing, dragging out every ounce of sensation she had left to give.

Her body trembled violently in the restraints, her pussy clenching around the slick toy as slick flooded down her thighs in waves.

But still, it wasn't enough to make her cum, she wanted his cock!

Zhao Yiming didn't move from where he sat. His hand stroking himself, slow and firm, his muscles tight with restraint, his eyes dark with lust.

"That's not begging, Lihua. I know you can do better."

She sobbed. "Ahhhnnn... Ahhhh!! I-I can't! Please let me cum, please! I beg you!"

He leaned forward, grabbed her jaw, and made her look at him. "Use that mouth for something useful."

She got the message.

Her lips opened, and she whispered. "Please… Master. I want to cum. I need you. I want your cock. I want you to ruin me while I'm screaming your name. I want to cum so hard I forget who I am, please."

Zhao's cock twitched in his hand.

That was enough.

He yanked the toy out, tossed it aside, and lined himself up in one brutal movement. He thrust into her like a weapon, raw, thick, and relentless fucking.

"Yes, you are my bitch, Lihua. Show me how a slave should behave."

"AHHHH!!! OHHHH!!! THA-THANK YOU MASTER FOR YOUR COCK!!!"

Her cry split the room, her cunt clenching around him like a vice the moment he filled her again. Her begging had pushed him to the edge. Her heart took him the rest of the way.

He drove into her, every thrust faster, deeper, and harder. His muscles locked, teeth gritted, groans torn from his throat.

"AHHHH~ FINALLY!!! CUMIINGGHHH!!!"

She shattered beneath him, sobbing as her orgasm ripped through her, and he wasn't far behind.

His hips slammed in one final time, and then he spilled inside the condom and still grinding through the aftershocks as they both trembled.

Her voice was barely a whisper. "Thank you, Master."

Zhao Yiming just leaned down, pressed his forehead to hers, still inside her, and exhaled. Because he wasn't done.

Even as her body trembled beneath him—stuffed full, dripping, twitching—he didn't pull out gently. He withdrew with a slick, obscene sound, cock still hard, twitching, soaked in her mess.

He takes down the condom and throws it into the bin, whispering to her, "Can I fuck you raw and cum inside you?"

Ruan Lihua barely moved. Her limbs hung limp in the restraints, chest heaving, mouth open as she tried to drag air back into her lungs.

"Yesshhh... Please, I wanted your seeds inside me..." she whispered.

He didn't wait. With a flick of the system menu, another toy shimmered into existence beside the bed: The Spiral Fang, a rotating, double-pronged vibrator with uneven ridges and a pulsing, suction-like mouth at the tip.

Zhao Yiming smirked. "I will fill your pussy, but first let's see if you can handle this."

He unstrapped her ankles, flipped her over with one rough pull, and forced her knees beneath her. Her arms stayed cuffed to the headboard, stretching her out as her ass arched into the air: dripping, trembling, raw.

She moaned, weakly trying to lift her head. "I—I can't—"

"Yes, you can," he said, voice tightening.

He slapped her ass hard enough to make her cry out, then pushed the Spiral Fang between her thighs.

The suction latched onto her clit with a wet pop.

"AAAHHHH!!!" She screamed.

Zhao Yiming grabbed her hips, lined himself up again, and slammed into her from behind at the same moment he turned on the toy's rotation.

Her whole body jerked. Her back arched violently, fingers curling, throat tightening around another broken moan.

"OHHHHH!!! AHHHH!!! TOO MUCHHH!!! NGGHH!"

Her cunt squeezed him like it was trying to force him out, but he didn't stop. He rutted into her hard and fast, the Spiral Fang's suction pulsing in tandem, drawing out every drop of sensitivity she had left.

Her thighs gave out. Her voice cracked. She was falling apart again, faster now, her orgasm building at a brutal, unforgiving pace.

"CUMMINGGGHHH!!!"

"You feel that?" Zhao Yiming groaned, breath hot against her shoulder. "You're sucking me in like you're starving."

She sobbed. "I can't—I can't—!"

He reached around and shoved the toy harder against her clit.

"AHHHH!!! HHHNNN!" She shattered.

Her body convulsed, her scream ripped from her throat like something dying, her pussy clenching so violently it almost forced him out.

Her arms went slack. Her legs twitched. She collapsed into the bed, drooling, eyes rolled up, mind blank.

"Oh fuck... This is too good..."

He didn't pull out. He came inside her, groaning low as he emptied himself deep, hips grinding through her spasms until he felt her walls stop fluttering.

Only then did he yank the toy away and let her fall fully limp.

Ruan Lihua lay facedown, broken open and soaked, twitching in the aftermath, breath stuttering in and out.

Zhao Yiming wiped the sweat from his brow and looked down at her with a satisfied grin.

"Now that's a proper test run."