Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife

(Warning: Not safe for work content ahead, view discretion is advised!)

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After dinner and a heaping dessert of caramel mouse paired with chocolate souffle to soothe that sweet tooth of hers, Zhao Lifei locked herself in a separate room before Yang Feng could attack her. She brushed her teeth, took a shower, and was lying on the bed, eyes closed with a cooling sheet mask on her face.

Yang Feng crept into the room using the master key, his footsteps lighter than a feather, and presence like a shadow blending into the dark room where the only source of light was the moon shining through the window, the pale curtains fluttering from the gentle breeze of the night. The stars were out today, perfect for sitting in the garden, but here she laid, lazy and ready to sleep when the night had barely started.

He was greatly entertained that she thought a mere lock could separate them. This was his house, he knew it like the back of his hand. He leaned on the wall, arms crossed, watching as she laid still, guard too lowered for his liking.

Through the bleak darkness of this room, the only visible part of him was his burning eyes, filled with desire for her. He hadn't kissed her in a while and he missed the taste of her lips, the torturous sounds she made that drove him mad, and the way her body naturally reacted to his.

He pressed a finger to her phone and saw the timer for the sheet mask was only ten seconds from ringing. He let it go off on its own and when she reached over to turn it off, her hand touched his. Her eyes were about to open, but he seized the chance to fluidly take off the mask, his lips covering over hers before she could react.

Her lips moved against his, fighting for the upper hand, and for once, he finally gave it to her. He was surprised when she suddenly grabbed his collar, tugging him down to her as she greedily kissed him back, slowly sucking on his lips, licking her way through, biting even, every little motion driving him insane.

His hands began to explore her body, trailing from her arms to her waist, one hand grasping it whereas the other was keeping his weight off of her body.

The silk nightgown she wore hid very little and soon, his hand was near her midthigh, his thumb caressing the skin before it went towards her inner thigh, teasing the sensitive area, her legs closing in response.

A tiny moan left those heavenly lips of hers when their position changed as Yang Feng settled himself in between her legs, kissing her harder, no longer able to control himself and experience the torture of her slow kisses. He wanted her to take the lead, he truly did, but with how much agony she was giving him, he was close to losing it. There was a familiar ache in his member when his hands began to explore her entire body, roaming everywhere but her breast, her breathy moans tossing his rationality out of the window as her body arched to meet his hands.

"Careful, love." His voice, hoarse and thick with desire, sent shivers crawling up her spine, her fingers reaching to grasp his biceps when his tongue dove into her mouth, stifling her moan as a low growl came from the back of his throat at her taste, sweeter than ambrosia.

His tongue explored her mouth, learning every crevice of it before kissing her deeply again, a gasp leaving her lips when he suddenly bit her bottom lip, only to soothe the area by blowing against it, the sudden exposure of cold air amongst the heat of her body, confusing her brain which was already covered by a heavy fog.

"I'm going to try something new, if you do not like it, tell me." He whispered against her lips before his lips trailed to the corner of her mouth, going down, nibbling, kissing, sucking, along the way to her neck at a slow pace, her fingers crawling up his back, her nails slightly digging into it, a grunt of approval leaving his lips while he continued the path downwards, going towards her collarbone, her ample breasts just a few kisses away.

He could tell she was still lost in the passion as her fingers dug into him in anticipation, her tiny pants of air arousing his member while he dove down to kiss the top of her chest, teasing the area, biting, sucking, and licking it, leaving a few marks behind and right when her guards were down, he turned his attention to her breast, a sharp gasp leaving her lips.

Her body arched in response when his hot mouth was against her breast and despite the thin clothing, a loud moan escaped before another came out as his hand fondled the other.

Yang Feng saw the sound as his signal to continue and decided to unhook the straps, pulling her gown lower to expose the perky white flesh that he longed to taste. Not giving her a chance to overthink the scenario, he dove straight in, capturing an orb, swirling his tongue around it.

She let out a cry, "Y-Yang F-Feng…" She could barely breathe as the pleasure took over, his mouth doing crazy things to her.

She withered beneath him, pushing against his chest, moaning again when he sucked the rosy bud, only to swirl his tongue around it, as waves upon waves of pleasure washed over her, and right when she thought he was finished, he turned his attention to the other bud, perky and waiting for him. Her fingers ran through his hair as her body began to hum, more heat flushing her skin, an aching feeling building up in her lower stomach, begging to be soothed.

Yang Feng could feel his lower region throb, fully hardened and burning with desire to enter her and fill her entire body as she screamed his name, but he could not do it now, especially when she was so reluctant at first. He pulled back before it got any further, if he heard another one of her heavenly cries, he would truly lose all control.

She stared at him through her heavy lashes, her eyes greatly glazed over, fluttering as those lovely lips of hers were slightly parted to catch much-needed air.

When he touched her cheeks, caressing the spot, and bent down to lovingly kiss it, she melted against him, her fingers grasping his bicep.

"A-are we stopping?" She tiredly mumbled, closing her eyes when he kissed her forehead, a smile on his lips.

"Regretfully so." He whispered, kissing her one last time before pulling the straps back up to her shoulders, making sure her bosoms were covered.

"Did you like it?"

"...Mmhm…" She mumbled, clearly exhausted from their steamy session. Her eyes were closed, just a few more seconds and she would fall asleep.

Yang Feng felt relaxed and reassured at her words. She was so frightened last time, but seeing her so calm this time, it soothed his worries. For her, even if he was heavily reluctant to do so, he would take it slow. She was simply too precious for him to force his way through.

He climbed under the blanket, pulling her body to him, to which she responded by comfortably nesting her face against his shoulders. He brought the blanket up to her chin, covering her completely, fearing she might catch a cold with such a thin and revealing nightgown.

His entire body froze, his eyes dilating when her legs accidentally brushed against his enraged member that had not calmed down yet. His breath hitched when her knees rubbed against it. He looked down and saw she was fast asleep, unaware of her actions.

"Do you have to be a tease in your sleep as well?" He roughly grumbled, his voice tightened and jaw clenched.

A groan made its way from the back of his throat when she was about to shift her body again, but this time, he turned her back towards his side and decided to just spoon her. His legs wrapped around her tiny ones, keeping it in place before she could do something again.