Love bites

Before Yibo was born into the world, his father paid millions of yuan to keep him. He was the second child. He was worth the penalty his dad paid for.

The country was already on the verge of implementing the one-child policy and they brutally milked the rich first before going for the jugular on the middle class.

And because he was already a big issue at the time, he grew up into the man his father expected him to be. He almost broke the same rule except that his firstborn was a girl and he was expected to have another child as long as it was a boy.

  Pft rules.

But he was Wang Yibo.

And after so many decades, Yibo felt young again. It was not easy, all those years he had to tread carefully, juggle a million things, diversify his assets, deal with gains and losses, charm beautiful women blah blah blah. But there was always something missing in those years. Well, not entirely. That was when he met a woman from a well-to-do family whom he married — a marriage of convenience.

So yeah, long story short, it was chaotic. That was their story. Yibo recalled how he was fond of his late wife.

But last month... and like a dart player, his eyes were only drawn to the bull's eye of the dartboard — Xiao Zan. Yes, it was a game of chance but it was a skills-related fitness so he had to move faster. And he followed the rabbit because he would tumble down the deep rabbit hole.

He would always be a casualty of his base desires which was why he needed a woman who could match him, desire him the same way and take a punishing lustily. Years and years, there was no one in its entirety that caught his fancy until a shy, stunning college girl named Xiao Zan waltzed into the ballroom hall.

And fuck, he just knew.

There was no valid explanation. But he knew he had to have her the minute his eyes rested on her beautiful face and those dark sensuous pools of eyes that drowned him in and stirred his primordial apex predator senses. God, he was back in the game.

Yibo blinked and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was right in front of him. She was also his grandson's best friend. Shit, this was verging on dangerous territory but… if he pursued her then what could Wang Zhuocheng do?

Yeah, what could he do?

Give him chapter and verse on what's right and wrong? Jeez, he'd boot him out of his sight before he could lecture him on what's proper. His grandfather had been back to numerous swingers' clubs, shady nooks, and every goddamn hellhole in China a lot more times than he could remember even before he started swinging on pivots.

He had to suck it up.

And a week before, he knew something felt off. He had no evidence. But he just knew.

 He had been seeing Zanzan for over a month now and by God. She was the real smoke show. The little pillow princess was a sexpot and he was close to consecrating her whole company to the gods as a way of saying thank you.

And although he did everything to consume and break her to the core, it never seemed enough. He basically ate, slept, and breathed Zanzan. And because of all of this, his family began picking up on something. At least that was what it seemed to him. It was a feeling in his bones.

He sauntered and pushed through the doors of the building. His own headquarters. Wang Co.— one of the leading insurance companies in the country. A company that was not only known to be one of the skyscrapers that beautified the Beijing skyline but also known for its high-tech structure and technologies. Beautiful. But Yibo hated staying there. Thank God for his two children whose cognitive abilities were worthy enough to be part of the executive committee that supervised the day-to-day activities of the company. They proved lacking and unreliable in other aspects but there was still a part of him that felt lucky they still got something from him when it came to business. Yibo had been part of this for so long and at such a young age that earned him the right to show up if and when he wanted to. He did not need to breathe on every person's neck, he hired a brilliant person to hire the smartest and most talented people in the country which was less of a headache for him. Also, his children had been active and seemed to be doing fine on their own that they clearly did not need to live off him.

They no longer needed him. That's for sure. Unless—

One of his staff members greeted him as he ambled on the polished white floor of the wide expanse of the lobby. Several workers slightly bowed as they carried on. Someone was already following him from behind, an assistant or someone his son or daughter ordered to give him what he needed.

He turned around and a woman of delicate stature bowed her head slightly then looked up at him and smiled, her face-framing raven straight hair cascading down her shoulders.

"What kind of refreshment would you like to have, sir?" She asked.

"Green tea," Yibo shot her a cursory look then turned his back. He needed to drop by the headquarters to show up for the board meeting.

But damn.

Every woman with raven straight hair was going to make him think of Xiao Zan. Every minute of every hour. Twenty-three hours, fifty-six minutes, four-point nine seconds, and here he was, a complete headcase, obsessing about the girl he had fucked raw not two days ago. He wanted to be where she was. His brain had been in different places, in different dimensions and he was not at one with the whole environment of his own headquarters.

In over a minute, another staff member nodded at him and showed him to the door of the conference room. He didn't need much pampering today but well, he didn't mind it either. He just wanted to see Zanzan, was all. He missed her so goddamn much.

The meeting dragged on, as expected. Yibo was barely listening. He survived, though. He was half-asleep during the whole meeting and half-aroused because his other half brain decided to fixate on Zanzan and the dirty things he would be doing to her later.

He gave a few nods, sat through the whole two-hour meeting, and just thanked everyone for their attendance, silently wishing them to shut up. He had been to hell and back just being present inside the room and now he was hoping that no one would give their opinions and suggestions at the last minute. His children were the ones who took over and that was fine by him.

He stood up from his chair then nodded in his children's direction and almost headed for the door when his daughter called him.

"Baba?"

Her voice was slightly austere but its euphonic depth made it overall pleasing to the ears.

Yibo sucked in a breath and turned to face his firstborn, the Vice Chair. Her eyes and nose were a carbon copy of Yibo's but her mouth was definitely her mother's. His son, the treasurer of the executive committee, remained seated. He was Wang Zhuocheng's dad. He was silent but he knew he was within earshot and had every right to listen to the conversation.

"Any problem?"

Her expression was serious, her lips a thin line. They were opposites. Yibo, on the other hand, felt giddier, younger even.

"My son knocked up a college girl," she said, her forehead puckering then sighed and met her younger brother's eyes. Her son was Cao Yuchen, a business major from a prominent university with promising grades.

Yibo's eyebrows snapped together. So Zanzan's other best friend, Xuan Lu, was pregnant?

He gave himself a second or two and cleared his throat. He was not shocked. "Where is he now?"

She huffed and replied, "At home. He's not talking to any of us. But I suspect he's been contacting this girl."

Yibo maintained a straight face and nodded, giving himself a moment to consider the gravity of the situation. So he's a great-grandfather now? Great. He'd go back to the hotel and fuck Zanzan to celebrate. She's still going to be fucked raw either way.

His daughter still held his gaze, waiting for him to say something, eyes blazing with a brand of anticipation.

What should he say? She wanted him to take care of it himself like she always did. She never really changed. Yibo was almost tempted to call her out on it but instead, he pursed his lips.

When he did not say anything, her eyes fell down to the floor. "Talk to him. He likes to listen to you."

Would he?

Yibo's jaw tightened. He knew exactly where this was heading. "Where the hell is your parental authority?

Her lips trembled and she was about to say something when Yibo cut her off. "You and your husband need to tell him yourself."

"Where the fuck is your husband?"

She jutted her chin and looked heavenward and gave a careless shrug. She did not seem particularly fond of talking about her husband. He had his own firm but he was probably out somewhere playing golf with rich investors and shareholders.

Ah, rich kids sucked at times. Some of them never outgrow their princess phase.

And Yibo owned that kind of mistake. This time, she would not expect him to leap in to solve her problem for her.

This wasn't the first time his own daughter felt helpless where child discipline became a hurdle in her own personal affairs and her upper-crust mindset that still irked the fuck out of Yibo. His grandson was nearly twenty. God. He never gave much thought to his own parental authority these days. He's old and way past his prime but he was sure as hell did what he deemed necessary back in the day.

Without saying another word, he stormed out of the conference.

The drive from the headquarters to the hotel did wonders for his mood. He had forgotten how pissed he was about his own daughter's utter lack of resolve for her own child.

She and his son-in-law had been civil for quite some time now that their talk of considering divorce was almost nonexistent and as for his other son, really hardworking but also an avid gambler.

And he did not pretend his own children never called him horrible names behind his back. But in his own way, he gave them better lives. And they gave him grandchildren he was very fond of.

God, he's so done with family affairs already. He'd fix this, deal with it at his own pace. He just needed to find his own escape and soon.

Forty minutes later, he was standing in front of a hotel room.

He had his phone out and he swiped up to check-in and unlock the door using Digital Key.

The clicking sound filled the air and he grabbed the handle to open the door to find a very young woman standing behind the wide floor-to-ceiling window, her back to him. The floral silk robe clung to her body like a dream, Yibo's mouth watered just thinking about the curves she had beneath the silky fabric and felt himself harden quickly. Her long black hair was slightly tousled but the chandelier lights still bounced off its midnight surface with radiance.

She turned around and her luscious lips broke into a soft smile as soon as she saw him. Her pretty dark eyes were slightly puffy as if she just woke up from a nap but they shone brighter as she walked toward him.

No matter what, she still took his breath away. Yibo quickly closed the door behind him as Xiao Zan's willowy figure approached him.

She held herself upright as she pressed on toward him, eyes growing heavy, cheeks flushed.

Yibo's eyes fell on those heavy-lidded eyes and he swore he saw the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her breaths growing hot, heavy… and sounding almost needy.

Yibo drew in a sharp breath and grabbed her by the hair, lapsing into a burst of passion, his cock rising, and lowered his hungry mouth roughly into her lips and put his lips and teeth around her bottom lip and suckled hard, the wet noises filling the space. He smirked into her lips when a moan rolled out into his own then he slid his tongue and felt her open up, her wet tongue meeting his with pressure, and relenting to his mercy as he took the lead and ran his hands down her soft curves. Then instantly, his hands moved up and groped her breasts hard. Fuck, he missed touching her everywhere. He wanted to take her down on the floor and fuck her brains out.

But… he missed her voice, too.

"Did you miss me?" Yibo asked as he pulled away, and grabbed at her waist when she readily tightened her arms around him and gave his cheek a kiss. Such a damn tease.

"Uh-huh. I was bored so I took a nap while waiting for you," she whispered into his ear, her warm breath stroking his neck with a silky feel. Her milky flowery scent filled his nostrils. Fuck, he hardened some more, his cock began straining against the fly of his pants. His big naughty hands snaked down to cup her curvy ass and a soft gasp rolled out of her lips and found its way into his ear.

Yibo smirked. Just what he needed to chase the day's dreary fucking mess. He needed her so much.

"Did you eat?" He asked and pulled away so he could look into her beautiful face.

Her lips quirked as soon as she met his eyes. "Yeah, I ordered takeout. Have you eaten?"

Shit. He forgot about food.

"Doesn't matter," he said flatly and reached his hands to her face, and cupped her face so he could crash his lips against her soft pink ones.

Xiao Zan threw a suspicious look and pouted when he pulled away again to look at her face. "You haven't eaten anything yet?"

Yibo's lips quirked into a grin and he leaned in and kissed her nose. "Long day. I had a few matters to take care of and I just wanted to go home quickly so I could see your lovely face and fuck you after."

Her lips parted and her pupils dilated but then she rolled her eyes and pouted at him. "Don't give me that."

She jutted her chin, for a moment she looked a little older than her age but then the corners of her lips began curving upwards.

Yibo's hands wound around her waist, and he pressed her slim body into his. "What about you? What did you do all day besides sleeping?"

Xiao Zan's lips widened into a bright smile as she gazed into him. "I watched Sponge Bob on TV and avoided SNS."

What a cute lovely bunny.

His princess.

"And you didn't want me calling you. Maybe you didn't miss me as much," she teased and gave him a smack on the lips and pulled slightly away, her doe eyes turning innocent once more.

He loved taking care of her and she was way more comfortable teasing him these days.

Yibo pressed his cheek against her soft cheek and bit at her ear. She giggled immediately. "You're such a damn tease. Mind if I use you however I want?"

She scrunched up her nose and gave him a toothy grin. There was so much innocence in her smile that almost made Yibo want to take a step back.

"Do stop me, baobao," Yibo reminded her, his fingers already tugging lightly at her sensitive nipple, the outline pressing against the thin fabric. Xiao Zhan gave him a pleading look and sighed. She was so beautiful it hurt.

Then suddenly, she bit her lip and stared at him, not saying anything. And God, Yibo swore he would protect her at all cost.

Unable to contain himself, he pinched her nipple and swallowed her cry. In a split second, his lips sought hers and he moved smoothly into her upper and lower lips and traced them with his tongue.

"Did you miss me so much?"

Xiao Zan licked her lips and nodded, the pupils of her glassy bambi eyes were huge.

"Then show me."

As if inspired by an unknown force, she dropped her thin arms and lowered herself onto the floor and while she was looking up at him, her fingers quickly went to his fly and unzipped it. In over a few seconds, his indestructible cock jutted out and she wrapped her hand around it, her warm soft skin felt good against the rubbery texture of his shaft.

Then she leaned forward and gave a quick cat lick at the tip of his cock that was already leaking with precum. God, she was so beautiful and hot from below and Yibo only wanted more.

She continued licking around the crown, making sure her tongue was laving around the wet chink, her saliva mixing with Yibo's precum. She knew exactly what he wanted and this was why he realized he would never let her go that one Halloween night.

He tilted his head and grabbed her hair, his fingers fisting her velvety strands, her hair free of tangles. Yibo's breath grew heavier, his fingers slipping along her tow of hair.

Yibo let out a growl and thrust his hips, pushing past her wanton, soft lips as he pulled her hair back. She gave a kittenish whimper and opened her mouth to take him in, then she licked all over his tip and along the length of his cock and stared intensely into his eyes and widened her lips some more before moving down over his cock.

Her tongue teased every inch of his length as she moved up and down.

Her plushy lips, warm tongue, lovely face, innocent eyes, fuck everything about her was Yibo's downfall and he could only grunt and move his hips but he missed how her mouth felt around him. And he liked it like that.

He was always like one blowjob away from not giving a shit about the world so immediately he grabbed her and crushed his lips against hers.

She gave in and had her arms around him. He sucked and used his teeth, not giving a fuck if his teeth sank deeper into her sensitive flesh because he loved how her moans began filling his mouth like ambrosia.

In a flash, she was in his arms. She felt so light. So beautiful, hot, delicious.

Her lashes fluttered and her lips parted as her chest heaved, waiting for his lips to assault her once more.

The minute his leg touched the edge of the bed, Xiao Zan was already in bed, the silky robe slipping over her shoulder, revealing a tasteful amount of creamy skin.

Yibo pushed her down just as soon as she lifted herself to meet his lips. He covered her mouth with his and started the assault, hands skimming up to squeeze her tits so he could hear her sweet, strangled moan.

He pulled away and tore the fabric apart to reveal her heaving breasts with already rock-hard, erect nipples that waited to be ravaged just as much. He leaned down and palmed around her fleshy bosom while his hot mouth clamped around her sensitive nipple and used every strength to tease around it, teeth grazing around the soft flesh, and felt her shudder then he listened to how she moaned in pain and arousal.

His fingers raked her sensitive peak but he didn't care and he sucked hard and watched her already coming undone, her fingers digging into his scalp.

He quickly removed his work shirt and kicked at his pants onto the floor while his mouth returned to her bruised lips, then he let his graze against her jawline and gave her a bruise on her exposed neck. And then his fingers skimmed down her side to her thigh and finally went to her slit that was brimming with her juices.

He smirked then licked around her bruise, his fingers circling around her clit, and slid three fingers in and he leaned over to swallow her cries. God, she was the death of him.

He moved to her right nipple and he slapped hard against the flesh as he suckled, milking her dry, pushing her toward the edge. His fingers moved in and out, her wet slit gave squelching sounds from his fingerfucking.

She was already losing her mind.

Good.

He took out his fingers. Ah, they're coated with her juices. He stopped sucking her and brought them quickly to her lips and thrust them into her, not stopping until he reached the back of her throat so he could watch her gag on his fingers. Beautiful. Arousing.

Her eyes closed, her thick lashes twitched and brushed against the skin above the ivory apples of her cheeks, a tear gleaming as it rolled down her face. And even if she looked like she would break into flakes, she was still lovely.

He couldn't resist. He removed his fingers, now coated with her spit then kissed her mouth and rubbed his fingers along her clit and soft folds, opening her, her saliva mixing with her wetness.

Xiao Zan moaned and grabbed his wrist, her eyes pleading. She knew what was about to go down. She couldn't wait either. Fucking slut.

Yibo breathed hard and hooked his leg around her and he thrust hard, showing her that he meant business.

"You know I can't say no if you whine like a slut," Yibo mumbled against the softness of her chest, burying his nose, breathing her in. He lanced through her then listened to her loud cry and felt her heart pound hard fast against her chest at the sudden painful, stinging sensation.

She writhed underneath him, whining, begging, crying. Yibo snatched her wrists and held them over her head. He had never gotten over how she looked pretty while helpless under him. It made him become more possessive because she only lay there and took it all and he needed so much more of this. He's never going to stop.

Her fingers raked his back and he rewarded her by giving another inch of his hard, raging cock up her dripping slit that got her moaning in no time. Yibo moved his hips and sucked on a sensitive peak, applying pressure around the hardened skin that was red from his sucking. Then he slapped and got a choked cry as a response and took it as a cue to go deeper.

Xiao Zan bucked up against his hips and Yibo reacted quickly. "What? You don't want me to get too deep?"

She whined and twisted, her eyes flashing, and Yibo chuckled and went to her mouth and pounded hard, pushing his cock as far as it would go.

His hands found her breasts and he pinched harder and heard her whimper as she writhed endlessly while using his amazing mouth to quiet her by thrusting his tongue into her and she moaned into his mouth.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and buried his length, deeper was what he was going for. He loved how she would come apart quickly and still clung to him like he was what she needed. Because he was what she needed. He had already decided on that upon their first meeting and he would keep his word.

In a matter of minutes and after her own release, Xiao Zan was still shaking from the aftermath of Yibo's pounding. She buried her face into his chest and Yibo wrapped possessive arms around her, gathering her close.

Yibo wanted her to need him like this.

Only him and no one else.

***

"I don't want to go back."

She had been in this hotel room for more than five days and Yibo did not mind paying if she stayed longer. She could. What of it?

Yibo straightened his back and adjusted his glasses, giving Xiao Zan a look. They were talking about her university.

"What do you mean you're not going back?"

"I don't think I'll ever feel comfortable going back there again," she said flatly then bit her lip as her gaze fell into her fingers. "People already know. And I noticed how some people were staring at me."

"Fuck them."

She looked at him quickly. Her back was against the bed frame. She woke up thirty minutes after he woke up from their early morning fuck, her unkempt hair tumbling down her shoulders, lips bruised but still pretty and soft, glistening with the desire to taunt and torture him. 

She was so beautiful and Yibo could just stare at her all day.

"You don't understand," she said and extended her arms, grabbed the covers, then wrapped them around her naked body. She looked tiny and fragile. "Someone leaked a picture of us going to the hotel."

Yibo was able to sneak into her dorm a few more times before a whole bunch of students became more suspicious and there were even reports of seeing an unknown man walking into the hallway at an ungodly hour. 

But what she told him did not alarm him. He knew she was going to check that student's Weibo account that seemed to post pictures of students from the university doing what they were not supposed to do. And Xiao Zan dating a man old enough to be her grandfather was a hot-button issue and not just that, everyone knew he was Wang Zhuocheng's grandfather who was, by the way, her best friend. And for sure, someone also sent the info regarding Xuan Lu who probably disappeared from school before the news even hit the Internet. 

Seeing her stressed like this, Yibo clenched his fingers and grabbed his phone that had been sitting on the night table. "I know someone who can take that down."

Xiao Zan's eyes widened, and she grabbed his wrist, the softness of her palm brought Yibo back to his senses. 

He looked over her delicate hand around his wrist then at her. He was aware of how scared she was when he was in a temper. 

 Even the smallest flares of rage, he knew he could end someone and that was Xiao Zan's least favorite thing of all. 

"Please, I didn't mean to make you mad like this," she said softly. "I don't want you to worry."

"And those people don't worry about your own reputation? Fuck them," he said icily but he already moved forward and gathered her in his arms. 

He tucked his fingers beneath her chin and willed her to look at him. 

"Lulu's pregnant."

Xiao Zan straightened up and pulled away from him, her brows knitting. "What? So your…?"

"Yes."

The scowl on her face was gone. It turned stoic but a certain emotion was brimming over her eyes.

"I talked to her yesterday and she didn't say anything."

"It's not a very easy thing to share, Zanzan," Yibo told her. "Give her time. She'll tell you when she's ready."

Her gaze fell down and Yibo only tightened his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. She sounded betrayed and he couldn't blame her. Things were too fucked up at the moment he didn't even want to wrap his around the fact that his grandson knocked up his girlfriend's best friend. He just wanted to stay away from the issues that drained him quickly and be with her. 

"Are you going out again?" She asked him when silence fell, longer than they both intended.

Yibo's hand went out to run his fingers through her raven strands.

"I don't think so," he answered. He never intended to leave unless some asshole from his company would give him a ring and tell him something needed his full attention. 

"Really? You told me not to contact you yesterday," she reminded him, there were remnants of hurt from yesterday still apparent in her voice. But the wild sex made her forget it all. 

Yibo leaned down and stared at her and sighed. She clearly had no idea.

He would dive headfirst into her trap and claim her for himself. 

"I hate it when you're away from me."

Xiao Zan frowned. 

"I just didn't want to hear your voice nor see a message from you otherwise… I would lose my mind," he confessed and felt stupid but fuck, he had been too transparent. Apparently, Xiao Zan loved playing pretend. She just either giggled or hugged him, making sure he felt the softness of her tits and the hardness of her nipples. Or making sure Yibo felt the plumpness of her ass whenever she would pass by him. And weeks before, a couple of times she pretended to forget to wear her white schoolgirl panties so he would easily slip his fingers into her wet slit. She whined, urging him on and when Yibo was about to work a third or fourth finger into her pink hole, she would cry out and beg him to stop. How could he stop? He was never going to stop. Xiao Zan brought this to herself and she was just as wild and horny as he wanted. 

And she's his. 

"But I'm yours," she said in a small voice. 

"Zanzan…" His voice sank into a whisper. 

She looked up quickly, her bruised lips trembling. 

Doll eyes on alert, curious, almost pleading.

Yibo lost it. Again. 

Yibo grabbed her and crashed his already hungry mouth against her soft lips that caved into his will. 

He snatched her slim wrists and bit her lip until she cried into his open mouth. God, how her cries awakened the darkest depths of his being. 

He took her the way she wanted to be taken. 

He flipped her so fast the bed sprung from the momentum of their movements and then he slid his fingers into her mouth, muffling the soft noises, and pounded into the wetness of her slit, his wide girth rubbing her soft folds raw, causing friction burn. 

Xiao Zan whimpered as she twisted beneath him, but it only urged him to force his fingers into the back of her throat and fuck into her tight, wet cunt. Never stopping. He aimed to please her. With every back-breaking thrust, another inch up her sweet spot and he hoped to fucking God she'd still be feeling him later... or tomorrow, because he would plough her into next week if he had to. It never seemed enough. 

But he'd devour what she gave, breathe what she sighed, and smoke her to the point of collapse. And until she would fall apart and lose her mental composure, that's where he would stop. 

And when it was over, he delivered what he promised. 

Xiao Zan spread out on the bed, legs still trembling, her beautiful face wet with tears, her alluring body covered in sweat, spit, and cum.

He let out a heavy breath and lay on top of her.

He had been meaning to bring her home last night but they got so caught up in their own world that it was too late for everything. 

How a day rolled around so fast was beyond him. They barely left the room. They had room service. Well-fed through and through. In short, they did not do much inside the wide expanse of a luxurious hotel. Except that they had so much sex Yibo was beginning to worry for Zanzan's hips.

His gaze fell to a sleeping figure just an inch away from him. When it came to waking up, Yibo was the first one to wake up. Xiao Zan would wake up thirty or something hours later and he just let her have her way with her sleeping hours. She just stopped going to school and this was a concerning case, even for him. Yet there was nothing money could not fix. He'd take care of that. At the moment, his growing cock was the issue and he was never planning on treating that as a pressing dilemma when someone so beautiful was laying on her side, unwittingly offering him a delicious good view of her pretty backside.

He reached a hand and hiked up her nighties like it was a habit pattern that he had been doing religiously and he did not expect himself to stop because he would never. 

Yibo took a sharp intake of breath as he cast his glance down at the two fleshy rounded globes that were still slightly pink after a night's worth of hot spanking. 

And slowly, he leaned over and kissed the pale exposed skin. She wore her white lacy underwear like a second skin and with or without it, Yibo would still feel the same because although it was fun to do away with it, but still fucking had to and he only had to pull them to the side and fuck her however he wanted. And wouldn't it be nice to watch her come apart as her juices soak through the crotch panel of her panties mixed with his cum?

A slight jolt had him lean up but Xiao Zan did not so much as budge when his lips pressed into her sensitive flesh while his big, warm hand slid up to the base of her spine.

And for a fraction of a second, a soft sigh came, followed by movements, and two seconds flat later, Yibo smirked. 

Xiao Zan was awake. 

Her head jerked up and through her dozy lenses, she found him already comfortably camping on her ass, and at first, she paused, still disoriented. Then her hand came and she ran her long fingers through his grey hair.

Yibo didn't say anything but as a way of saying good morning, he pressed his hungry mouth further into the softness of her ass-cheeks and thrust his tongue out to lick against the juncture between her thighs.

In no time at all, her hands curled around the strands of his hair and he knew he had to do more. He breathed in, inhaling the aroma. He knew she was already creaming through her panties.

He knew she was pretty much awake as he was so he fastened his hands around her hips and pulled her toward him as a loud gasp came out of her lips, cock rubbing hard against her ass.

"Push your ass against my face," he demanded, his cock hardening quickly against the softness of her lovely ass.

"It's too early," she whined, the huskiness in her morning voice did its wonders and got Yibo's blood up and he gripped harder and pressed her rounded bottom against his aching cock. 

"Baby, there's no concept of time when I'm in the mood and we both know that," he growled and pushed into her crack and heard her let out a soft moan. 

Xiao Zan just hummed but Yibo saw a small crease forming on her forehead.

"Do I make your head spin, darling?" Yibo asked, vehemently satisfied with the outcome yet not daring to oversee a very tiny detail on her face. Sometimes she was like this and every time, Yibo never wanted to let it go, but he had far better means to fix what was supposed to be fixed.

"No," she denied and did not look at him. 

Yibo smirked, ignoring it, and lowered his head and planted a kiss on the small of her back, lips grazing against the soft, pale skin. She deserved it and more. 

He nuzzled a little further down then glided his fingers over to the space between her legs and rubbed, rubbing them up and down over the crotch then waited for a moan to break through her lips before he let his fingers go through the crotch panel, and Xiao Zan bucked hard against him as she moaned. He had gotten so used to his habit of lifting her skirt whenever he liked and there was a lot of thrill when he was doing it in public places under people's suspicious eyes. Xiao Zan did not seem to like it but she did not seem to protest against it either. She would just blush and every time her eyes became shifty, Yibo would grab her chin so their eyes met. And just over a span of a second, she would close her eyes, bite her lips, and lean against his chest. Her sweetest, most dangerous escape.

His fingers felt the hot dampness through the thin fabric and his cock was getting more rock-hard in his boxers and heard the blood in his ears buzzing. Yibo did not want to stop now.

"Tell me you like it."

Xiao Zan swallowed hard and gasped her reply. "I- I like it."

Yibo drilled a finger through the fabric, inserting it as far as it could go, and licked his lips. She was already coming undone and they had not even properly started. 

"Not good enough," he scolded her and palmed her mound, and pulled her so her silky legs would be rubbing against his thighs. "Say my name."

She bit her lips hard, yet a moan still slipped past her lips and she managed an answer, "Which one?"

Yibo locked his steely gaze onto her. 

This was the fun part.

She did not know which one Yibo preferred at the moment and his blood raced so fast in his veins in anticipation. 

She took a sharp intake of breath then answered with a hesitant voice, "Bo-ge?"

Yibo's smirk deepened and he tightened his grip around her. "Very good, Zanzan. Now, ass up."

She turned, eyes slightly questioning him. "Why?" The beginnings of a pout were visible on her face. 

Yes, baby.

Yibo licked his lips, fighting the urge of taking a bite out of those soft lips.

"Just cause."

Xiao Zan whined first then thrust her ass upwards for him. "You're impossible."

Yet Yibo knew she was still going to do it. And without pulling a bratty act because sometimes she would and he was not going to cut her off at the pass since he was willing to see how she would deal with it. 

"You like it, don't you?"

A giggle broke out of her then she said, "Not today."

Yibo paused then smirked. He did not expect it, yet he could see where this was heading.

His hand twitched but he held back a bit. "What did you want to do then?"

"You woke me up and I hate it," she complained. "Let me go back to sleep?"

Yibo's breath quickened as he threw his head back then fixed his gaze on the back of her long, raven hair. 

"No."

She did not say anything but he heard a soft hiss from her but she stayed put and avoided his gaze. What a cute, moody bunny. 

"But I want to…" she said in her small voice. 

"You'll sleep when I tell you to sleep," he said coldly and with some finality in his voice. 

And he raised his hand to deliver a slap that made her gasp. Yet she did not look at him. 

Yibo must have come off too demanding today whereas he was more endearing and tender yesterday and Xiao Zan was all over him like a rash. But he knew that she knew he was not like that at all. He was predatory, for the most part, and he was not the least bit sorry about it. But still a fool. And he estimated that never did he once make her feel insecure about his time. Because honestly, he'd drop everything … and that meant everything… just to be with her and he was taking his sweet time. Slowly, gently, but with all devotion.

Ignoring his own racing mind, he leaned over once again and grabbed her hair so his mouth would be pressed into her exposed, ivory neck and then he licked at her skin and sucked hard, hand moving over to her breasts, her nipples hardening through the fabric. 

"Just so you know, I'm crazy about you and I can't let you go," he whispered into her ear, pressing the heel of his hand against her erect nipple. God, he was just so weak and he could not stop. 

She angled her back toward him and bit back a moan. Her body said it all yet maybe it was not the right time for her to give it to him and Yibo understood it all. She was his. And even if at times she became slightly cranky at his advances, he knew she was just as crazy about him as he was to her. 

"Say my name," he growled. 

"Bo-ge," she mumbled and gasped. 

Yibo had his big hand wrapped around her throat quickly and his other hand grabbed her chin and crushed her lips. They were so soft but he meant to devour her and he was not going to stop.

"It always sounds so perfect," he complimented and she grinned at him, chancing a glance at him under her thick lashes. 

 Yeah, that was so quick. He knew. 

And she was so beautiful and hot and she knew exactly how to give him a charge. 

And this was what led her to endless moments of crying, shaking, screaming in bed. With him as the culprit. Because he should be the only culprit. A starved philatelist doing absolutely nothing but changing the narrative as well as going hard somewhere along the line.

Xiao Zan whined but Yibo bit down on her bottom lip before he slipped his fingers into the sweetheart neckline of the satin nightdress, he bought for her when he was in Shanghai. This was the one she made the mistake of bringing to her house and was later discovered by her suspicious mother whose extrasensory perception was as accurate as the temporal artery thermometer. 

He swallowed a loud moan from her pretty lips, her body going pliant quickly, her nipples hardening under his warm hand, his cock standing erect and pushing into her crack.

"Look how hard your nipples are," he told her after pulling away, and she looked down to examine and simpered at him, her smile dissolving. 

He knew she was not going to back down easily. He was glad even, how animalistic he could become all the time, she was a match for his base desires, and she exceeded all of his expectations and whenever she cried, it was so lusty the sound haunted him to the core. He was lucky the most beautiful woman had been touch-starved all because of him. 

"I want to be fucked so hard," she moaned in between breaths and squealed as Yibo's hand squeezed her tit.

"Now you're talking," he said and made her squeal again as he pinched her sensitive peak. 

He then ran a finger along the side of her breast before he slapped it hard, and she cried as she jolted against him.

They're talking strictly physical. 

Yibo's lust magnified, and he bit down on her lips so hard she cried and lifted a hand to push him, but he knew she always wanted more when she did so and now she was opening her lips wide to meet his tongue. Her effect on him and her taste would be synonymous with forbidden fruit. Sinful, sweet, and never enough. 

He reached a hand to steady her back and leaned over to press a wet kiss onto her pale ass-cheek as she tossed her long hair, feeling the build-up of unbridled lust in his loins, and he yanked her crotch panel to the side. 

He did not need to look further. She was dripping, white fluid leaking white cream within.

Fuck.

Quickly, he bent lower and lapped her up, tongue sliding in, delighting in the strings of juices. He'd love to see her jet her love juices down his thick cock.

He pulled away for a bit only to slap her pale cheeks, then went back in and thrust his tongue into her cream-covered slit deeply that he knew so well. She moaned so hard her eyes rolled so far back into her head, and in no time, he had her begging like a slut. 

"Yeah," he said then he licked at her soft folds before letting it glide over to the entrance of her slit. "Eating your pussy for breakfast is what I live for."

"Do you also eat death threats for breakfast?" She asked.

"Need I say more?" He responded and went back to her slit.

She moaned and bucked hard against him, convulsing, and it made him blaze through her engorged lips, letting his tongue drop down, wide and flat. He lapped her, moving his head upwards, an absolutely lethal action that had her cry hard as her slit leaked more juices. God, Yibo had no problem getting his chin, nose, and mouth covered. He let his gaze trail from her puckered hole to her wet, gaping slit. He loved to give as much as he took. 

There was no in-between.

"You're so beautiful. Fuck it. I want to break you," he said as he grabbed her slim wrists with a single hand then gently straightened his back, pulled his boxers down quickly, and rammed straight into her very wet slit, past her puffy lips. She cried loudly but managed to press her exposed rounded ass against him and cried even harder when he pounded hard, fast, and deep.  

He grunted and threw his head back in bliss and went deeper. The tight feeling of her slick pussy felt so good. Her walls began to clamp around his length.

"Please– Don't– Ngh–"

Her protest came like a moan. And she, for the life of her, was begging him to violently break into the soft petal-like folds of her pussy. 

"Too late, baby," he growled. He did not wait for her to react but sliced into her slit like it was meant to be there, wringing out another breathless moan from her soft lips.

He thrust deep, a few more times, each with a resounding blow that had Xiao Zhan crying for his name. Many times over. As she should. 

"I'm going to cum."

"Good."

" Please — Slow — Down — "

" Stop me. "

Xiao Zan moaned. "Bo-ge?"

It's what kept him going. 

"Baby, who's stopping now?" He managed a quick retort in between huffs of breath.

He loved fucking her.

When she only managed a soft purr, he slowed down yet he sliced harder and continued. "Who's going to stop?" It was followed by another back-aching thrust and then a whine.

And another one. 

Xiao Zan clammed up yet Yibo still managed to shake out a loud moan from her.

 Her impact on him knew no bounds and with that in mind, he had to do what he had to do. Strictly physical. And so much more. 

Yibo growled and snatched her hair so she would arch her back while his hand was still locked around her wrist. The very tight squeeze had him there and his own body exploded and he saw her trembling legs, her pale heart-shaped ass, and her walls clamped down on his raging cock and right there — his cock finally reached its own breaking point.

He grunted, feeling his own massive release engulf him, and his fingers raked her skin as he emptied the last drop into her hot, leaking pussy.

She panted hard as she dropped onto her stomach, her flushed face on the pillow, her whole sweaty body still quaking, and when she stared at him over her shoulder, a teardrop rolled down her cheek and was gone in an instant.

He reached a hand to run through her hair and leaned down to press a kiss on her lips. 

"Come home with me," he said into her ears.

She did not say anything to that but only leaned her head against his chest as she let herself be princess-carried to the bath.

"Are you not going back to your company?" Xiao Zan asked him as soon as the new maid turned her back and marched across the door. 

Everything went so fast and now she was checking her new environment.

She only came in to deliver their snacks, but she seemed too big in a hurry when she witnessed how the master of the house stared at the young woman whom she only saw a couple of times before she formed her own opinion of her in private.

"No," he responded and walked up to her, gave her a soft pat on the head, and sat next to her. 

She was seated comfortably on his chaise sofa dressed in her blue hooded sweater with a cute white bunny print she paired with a plaid skirt. One look at her and someone would judge him for corrupting the youth and might even arouse the disapproval of prudes and cause a village ministry movement. A fact that he still would gladly wince at. Because one, he never cared much for girls in cute schoolgirl uniforms and second, he could not shake the fact that some older men like him preferred younger women but God, his rule was always women in their late twenties and beyond, and three, this was Xiao Zan. A smiling, feisty, and very beautiful eighteen-year-old art student who walked into his world. 

"Are you not hungry?" She asked when he did not respond but had his big hand on her thigh.

"'Are you hungry' sounded way better in my opinion," he teased.

She seemed happy with his response and shamelessly lifted her legs only to rest them over his lap while she observed him through her bambi eyes then when Yibo did not say anything, her eyes flitted toward the table where the snack was.

"Are these Baton cookies?" She asked curiously and dropped her feet to the floor quickly as she leaned over to the table.

"Yes," Yibo answered and let his gaze wander over to her back and down to her backside. And she bent a little lower, showing him a huge amount of her smooth legs.

Yibo huffed and waited for her.

"Aren't they the same as the ones I used to have until I ran out of them in my dorm?"

One night when they were out for a drive, Yibo found a box of Baton cookies in her bag, and she offered him some after their hour-long sex and that's where he decided for himself that he would buy more for her next time yet he kept forgetting. And she did mention her mom sending her snacks.

"Uh-huh and I bought you the twins set along with Pocky and twelve flavor compilations of KitKat," he said as he stood up. Good thing the table was far. He might have moved it and forgot he did. But he was glad he did. 

Her soft doe eyes widened in surprise and excitement when she heard about the food. "Really? But you don't even like them. How can I eat those alone?"

He frowned then smirked. "Are you serious?"

"I am serious," she said and Yibo knew she had him right there. His possessive hand came around her tiny waist before her cute smile did.

Yibo did not care about snacks and as far as he knew he was more a cilantro foodie than he cared to admit but recently he just began buying snacks and sometimes he would stop by a convenience store and try snacks he knew Xiao Zan liked. 

"I think you roped me into this," Yibo told her, fixing his gaze on her face. Now he was beginning to reconsider his food choices and all. "You have no idea, do you?"

"Uhm," she replied coyly and rolled her eyes before they went back to him. "No?"

Yibo sniggered and gathered her close.

He absolutely could not get away from her beauty. Her lips were red and bruised from all the kissing she endured from him this morning before he decided a quickie would be their ultimate heal-all before finally leaving the hotel.

Xiao Zan pressed her body close and turned toward him so her soft, fleshy lady parts would be crushed against his hard chest before their gazes met.

Yibo licked his lips and stared at her, always finding it hard to avert his eyes on her when she was around. 

As always, he had no escape and he grabbed her chin so he could bite down on her lips and crush them relentlessly when her smartphone began ringing. 

Xiao Zan jolted slightly but she wrapped her arms around his waist and jutted her chin so their lips would touch but Yibo did not pursue, he turned his head toward her bag. The ringing sound was loud in the silence of the vast living room. 

It did not stop so she sighed and stepped back to retrieve her phone quickly and immediately answered it.

She frowned and stared at Yibo but she continued speaking. "Where are you?"

Yibo sat on the sofa and waited as he watched her turn her back to him, an unsettling feeling sitting at the pit of his stomach. 

"They knew?" She asked, gulping down the apparent worry in her voice. "So where exactly are you?"

Yibo did not need to guess but it was not his grandson. 

She paused for a bit then responded as she walked across the room. "I can't talk about it at the moment but… I'm here residing in Yibo's house."

She huffed then bit her lower lip and replied to the caller's answer. "Yes, yes, and yes."

Then she giggled and answered, "How the hell did you even do that — Talk to you later. Bye. Take care of yourself — I am serious!"

The frown was gone on her face the minute her eyes found Yibo who was silent but was quietly studying her, his glasses gleamed. He hesitated shortly, training his mind not to drift off into the negative pattern of thinking.

As a force of habit, the first thing he did when Xiao Zan finally came up to him was to target her lips that were willing enough to be targeted then he pawed her breasts, knowing full well their outline could still be slightly seen despite being hidden beneath the loose hooded shirt. He loved how she already knew she had it coming, and she allowed him to lift her so she could wrap herself around him as he laid her onto the sofa, his mouth on hers. 

"How dare you," Yibo growled, never pulling his lips.

She gasped as she pulled away and Yibo could only stare at her beauty. "How dare I what?"

"How dare you wear clothes like these."

A giggle came out of her lips. "Do you think my clothes are bad?"

Yibo pulled his head down and bit her neck then gazed down at her, his breath fanning over her delicate skin. "They're cute. You always look cute and beautiful in everything."

She pouted. "You always praise me. I'm not sure if I'm just a fool or you're just good at saying things that I only want to hear — "

"They're all true," he said, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, his penetrating gaze on her. "Does it bother you?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes at him, but the corners of her lips turned up.

"Lulu's going to fetch me later. Can I go?" Her eyes pleaded and Yibo stifled a grin. She sounded like a daughter asking permission from her father and not her boyfriend .

"Sure but does she know you're here?"

"Yes and she's driving all the way here."

A scowl formed on the space between his brows but he managed to shake it off quickly. "Are you going to be okay?"

She nodded then licked her lips, eyes staring into him. She did not blink but Yibo felt himself being pulled into those dark pools. 

"You sure?" He repeated and grabbed her wrists and placed them over her head, breathing in her milky, floral scent. 

"Uh-huh.."

"Hmm… let's see if you can change my mind," Yibo teased and leaned over to latch on her lips possessively.

When he finally brought her home, she disappeared just as soon. 

Yibo just got out of the shower and it was quarter past five. He spent an hour at his gym doing pull-ups and some other upper body exercises. It would have been fun if his girlfriend was with him but things would get too steamy between there. And he was even happier that none of his children or grandchildren were paying him a visit. 

He did not want to seem too clingy, but he sent five messages in the last two hours and was almost tempted to shoot off another text. And before that, he called her. There was no network coverage. 

Was she taken for a ride? Where could she and Xuan Lu be?

He grabbed a robe that was hanging on the hook near his closet, ignoring his racing pulse. He put it on quickly and tossed his wet towel onto the bed, not giving a damn if its dampness would soak through the mattress. Xiao Zan enjoyed folding his clothes and putting them on the bed. 

He stared at the drawn curtains of his window, giving himself a minute or two. Yes, Xiao Zan may be young, but she was already showing all the classic hallmarks of what a trophy wife should be. Her alcohol tolerance was so low, she had for him support at times, and not that he'd complain. She seemed to be in a weird quandary asking him about his liquor collection and when Yibo offered her some she would scrunch up her nose and complain about the smell, taste and all. She was cute that way. But he loved how she adored her own lipstick marks on the glass, mugs, and on his shirt. She was just his everything… and he missed her already.

 Yibo let out a huff of frustration as he felt his breaths caught in his throat.

He dialed her number again. 

"Fuck," he mumbled and fought the urge to throw his phone. 

He sucked in a lungful of air and dialed again. 

And as soon as he pressed the phone against his ear, it rang.

He closed his eyes in relief and waited.

They probably drove around while talking. Lulu must have been too stressed already. 

Then she canceled it.

***

As soon as Xiao Zan entered his study, Yibo was seated at his desk, eyes glued to the screen of his monitor with his glasses on. 

"Didn't see you in the living room so I thought you must be all holed up in here," she said breathlessly, her backpack dangling on her shoulder, her presence so bright. 

Yibo looked up and pursed his lips as he let his gaze rove over her face. Her long hair was neatly combed and her lip gloss was freshly applied to her lips. Jeez, she would never have ugly moments.

A smile broke on her lovely face as she hurried closer toward his desk and Yibo stood up, always drawn to her. 

He took a sharp intake of breath. Her fragrance was all over him and he took a giant step forward. 

Her smile faded then she winced at him when her eyes met his steely gaze.

In a jealous rage, Yibo grabbed her by the hair and snarled. "What do you take me for, a stupid, lame-ass geezer?"

She cried, her head being pulled, her neck fully exposed.

He was seething dangerously and her being close to him was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Fuck!

"Yibo? Why are you doing this?" She yelped and grabbed onto his wrist, putting some resistance, and determined not to go where he pulled her. "What the fuck is your problem?"

Yibo exhaled and tightened his grip so she would cry out more while holding onto his wrist, using so much of her energy to pry him off. 

"You fucking canceled my call!" He blurted out. This set him off. 

He knew she was with Lulu but why? 

"Why was there a need to cancel my call? You could have left a message."

"We were talking…" she managed to respond and strained hard against the strength he had been exerting on her. 

Maybe he had been too lax and soft these past couple of days. But fuck, the monster inside him suddenly awakened. "But I never heard anything from you."

This came off as cold.

He must have overreacted. He was jealous and possessive.

"Let go first," Xiao Zan hissed and threw him a dirty look while she was struggling hard. "Then I'll talk."

Yibo stayed silent.

"I knew you were going to get mad at me so I did not bother to reply and just…"

"You already expected the attack then you better fucking welcome it now," he cut her off and pulled her toward him in one fluid move. 

"What is wrong with you? Why are you like this?" Her eyes raised toward his face, already welling at the corners. But she remained on the defensive.

"I thought I told you before," he reminded her, voice growing icy, not too keen on letting her hair go. "I am a very jealous man and I resort to a jealous rage."

"Yibo, I don't want to fight with you," she whined. She's almost tiny and helpless and he liked it when she was this defenceless. "I just told you!"

"You're so beautiful," Yibo told her, voice slightly growing mellow. 

She cried. " Let go ."

"So beautiful," he said, ignoring her. Damn it. He fought the urge to bury his nose in her hair, letting the soft, sweet smell engulf him. 

But he was raving mad at her and she had to know.

"And you're mine," he growled and stared down at her pretty wet face. 

She winced at him and turned her face away. He knew for a fact that Xiao Zan did not like confrontation like this.

She was like this. She would avoid all trouble like this at any cost and this was why Yibo wouldn't let go of her hair, even if she was already hurting and putting up resistance.

"Fuck, it hurts…"

Yibo knew he could destroy her any time and he was holding back… holding back a bit, still waiting. 

"You'll never be able to fight back properly. Not until you learn to fight me well," Yibo hissed and threw an icy stare.

"I just said I wouldn't fight with you. You're always the one who starts it, anyway—fucking—let go."

"Didn't I say I don't pick fights unless it goes somewhere?" He reminded her. 

She sighed. The first sign she's given up. 

Baby, don't. Not yet, Yibo mused and choked back the bile that was rising in his throat.

"You want me to fight back?" She shot back and dug her nails into his skin that would leave marks and stick around for days, but Yibo silently pulled her hair and made her look at him, unaffected.

She clammed up but she threw him a violent look, bunny teeth at the ready, and if he let her go… well, Yibo was certain she would explode and be in her full-on combat mode.

"You haven't answered my question yet," he said and before she fully went into brat mode, his other hand went around her throat and squeezed hard as he let go of her hair, restricting the airflow.

She stiffened but accepted the direct pressure around her throat, jutted her chin out, and submitted quickly.

Yibo smirked. Good. 

He loosened his grip and said, "Just wanted to check, and... you're still good for me."

He breathed sharply as he felt a strong throbbing on either side of her neck and then before her muscles would go limp he gently dropped his hand.

She placed a hand on her throat as she coughed, avoiding his cold gaze, but she did not back away quickly.

"Why are you not answering my question, Zanzan?" He asked and avoided staring at her too long. So he looked at her legs instead and regretted it instantly.

She did not look at him but she coughed harder. And before she could backpedal, Yibo already grabbed her wrist, harder than he intended. He was certain it was going to leave marks as well. Now they're even. 

She glared at him and pried his hand off but he tightened his hold and she stiffened. 

"I said I was out with Lulu and couldn't get to my phone. We talked, that's it."

Yibo saw that she managed not to explode while giving an explanation. 

"Good," he replied, and although his hand twitched he fought it back down.

When she fully calmed down, he reached a hand to cup her face but she slapped it away and glared at him. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Looking to end this fight," he explained calmly and realized he had not let go of her wrist, her softness was sending him to different heights.

She rolled her eyes at him as she huffed. 

"Were you so afraid I'd find a younger man and replace you too soon?" Came her sudden reply, full of vitriol.

Heat flushed through his body. He gritted his teeth and found himself pushing her toward the wall and almost a breath away from biting her lips. 

"You really want to test that theory, huh?" He asked and let his eyes flit down from her eyes to her nose, down to her lips and her body.

She squirmed. She was trapped.

Yibo saw her chest heaving. She was not going to be able to go anywhere now.

"Please…" she begged and gazed up at him. 

He breathed her in. The familiar scent of steaming hot milk blended with warm sugar, flowers, and youthful rage. It was enough to put him back to his senses.

"Fuck all of this… and fuck you. I'm so tired. I don't want to add more drama into your life," she said while looking down. "Your daughter… she needs you more."

Yibo wanted to laugh but put her arms over her head instead. "My daughter is a grown-ass woman, Zanzan. Stop changing the subject. You have me. Deal with me."

She jolted and pushed him back but Yibo had exerted so much effort on pinning her against the wall. 

"I guess you wanted to escalate friction, yeah? So say that to my face one more time," he challenged her. "I dare you ."

She wilted quickly and instead of opening her mouth, a fresh wave of tears rolled down her pretty face as she stared back at him, and then she said. "Why are you doing this?"

Yibo gave himself a second and pulled away, giving them both space to breathe. A deathly silence fell upon them in the dimly lit room.

"You're mine," he growled and lifted her skirt. "You know that already."

She cried and pushed him away but Yibo pulled her panties down and in a trice, he ripped them, grabbed her throat, ravished her lips and held her arms tighter and deepened the kiss, and used his teeth, deeming it necessary to make a statement.

She silently fought back but she melted quickly, but she was squirming and twisting hard against his weight and she moaned so much into his mouth that Yibo had to convince himself she was expecting this, too. 

He pulled back and said, "You want to find yourself a man yet you're acting like a whore when I'm around," and crushed her lips, making sure he sank his teeth into her willing mouth, and he violently wrapped around her throat and breathed into her like it was a kiss of life and she had no choice but to accept it. 

She wheezed and pulled away but Yibo leaned forward and kissed her hard, his hand still around her throat. 

"You knew exactly what to say to make me angry, huh?" He breathed into her lips and then added, "You'll pay dearly for this."

More tears rolled down her face and she gasped, begging him. "Stop this… please."

Yibo grabbed her shirt and yanked it down her shoulder as she tried pushing him away but could not do anything when his mouth attacked her throat and suckled hard on the exposed skin. She moaned and rubbed her body against his but she pushed him back. Yibo bit down on her skin, leaving marks on her porcelain skin that would be visible for days. 

Yibo yanked harder and when the fabric would not budge, he used both hands to tear it apart as his cold gaze fell on her face, making her watch in shock, his broad shoulders covering her whole being pressed against the wall. 

A cry emanated from her lips and fresh tears rolled down her eyes yet she looked too exhausted to process what was going on. 

Yibo pushed her hard against the wall and pulled her shirt apart until her brassiere was exposed and he snatched the bra cup and whisked away the fucking barrier that separated her nipple from his hot, angry mouth. 

When his mouth leaned down, he found her nipple with his teeth and she yelped in pain before it was replaced by pure bliss that had her grabbing his hair and pulling his head away, still on the defensive. 

"Don't…" She shrieked, and arched her back, her fingers clenching around his grey hair but a second or two, she twisted and squirmed, not wanting to make him have his way with her. Yet her eyes grew heavy and dazed.

"Don't fucking pretend. You want this, don't you?" He asked, nose buried in the narrow space between her two smooth, fleshy tits. 

She moaned when his teeth tugged at her nipple and her eyes rolled back into her skull and she forgot what he said. 

Yibo growled into her sensitive skin and sucked on her nipple and pinched her other nipple hard, making her moan harder, and it was also a way for her to make for not responding to his question. 

"I'm asking you," he repeated and slapped her fleshy tit that made her shudder and cry in shock. He did not have to doubt his own ability as he saw her skin get flushed quickly. 

He impatiently reached down and tore off what remained of her panties despite her twisting violently but he put his full weight on her to restrict her movements. He ran his tongue along her breast and sucked hard on one aching nipple and she cried then he inserted his fingers into her dripping slit. He was not wrong. She was hot, wet. And he rubbed his fingers along her pussy lips to find her swollen and ready for him, her skin throbbing against his touch. He pressed down harder then circled around her clit then roughly spread his fingers across her damp pussy lips and violently spread them apart.

Yibo knew. She really liked it this way and still found it too hard to say what she wanted at times.

 Why would she? She originally wanted to claw his eyes out and Yibo was not done with her yet.

As Yibo's gaze grew darker, Xiao Zan turned away, unable to hold down the intensity. She squealed and grabbed his wrist to stop him but he snatched her slim arm and crushed his mouth against hers, gnawing her intensely, not permitting her to catch her breath and added three more fingers into her wet cunt and drilled into her sensitive folds and banged her hard and then went harder after a second or two with his skillful digits, swallowing every cry that resonated well to his touch, he had to pick the rhythm well and pushed his fingers as far as they could go into her wet opening, spreading the dampness up to her sensitive clit and moving in a punishing pace. 

She let out screams and writhed and no matter how much resistance she put up, her own peaked pleasure seemed to go against her will.

Yibo sneered and watched her come apart at the seams. 

Yibo rubbed hard, putting arduous pressure into her clit, and she fell apart quickly and gripped his shirt and nudged him away but he only grew much more violent and pressed into her clit and forced it out of its hood, and made her squeal some more as soon as his digit found her swollen, sensitive nub, and she shook, her legs began trembling against his thighs. He didn't stop and Xiao Zan appeared like she didn't want it to stop either… well, not until a loud, squelching noise was heard and bridled with their heavy gasps and she was one breath away from passing out.

When it was over, she glared at him, affording no escape from his sexual assault. 

But it was not enough.

Yibo grabbed her hair, her parted lips looking more bruised but he pushed the image away and pulled up on the lever of his belt, ignoring the growing erection he had inside his pants, and pulled the belt out quickly.

Her eyes grew big and before she could scream, he grabbed a fistful of her hair. She put up a little fight but he was stronger and had her on her knees instantly, the belt already around her neck.

His breath grew heavy as he stared down at her helpless face and gave himself a second or two before he pulled the belt with his other hand behind his back to put her in place. 

She stiffened in fear but her body swayed in the direction he wanted. Then he stared at him, begging, silently crying, but it was those lust-induced eyes that made him combust on sight so he dipped his fingers down into her throat and she gagged, tears welling in her eyes.

He smirked and one look at her hot, messy face and his zipper would fall. In over a span of seconds, his big cock jutted out of his hold.

Xiao Zan winced and swallowed hard and Yibo had to pull her head in instantly and maybe a little impatiently using the belt so he could use his cock to force her mouth to open up.

He grabbed her hair and rammed her throat as hard as he could and she relented quickly and the impact overpowered her that she could only gag and cry silently.

Fuck, that's so fucking good.

 He grunted, pushed and forced his cock down into her throat that throbbed and relented at the contact, wanting so badly to cum in her hot mouth as he fucked into her throat, wallowing in the wetness of her mouth. His breathing grew heavy and he fiercely pulled her hair from the left side of her neck and got a thrill out of watching his cock bulge inside her throat, her eyes blinking away fresh tears she refused to shed as her face reddened in disesteem and shame.

His hand clenched around the end-length of the belt as he fucked deep and hard into her throat and repeatedly she gagged, tears falling down her face and mixing with her spit, and Yibo still pressed on, determined to take her down. It was such a waste of a pretty face if he did not know the assignment. 

He bent a little low and clutched her hair tightly and pushed her head as his cock went deeper, feeling a hot wave flowing through his body as the tip of his tongue touched the back of her throbbing throat, feeling every bit of her around him. Wet, tight and so hot the pleasure amped up so quickly.

As she gagged, every throb he felt within hit harder, reaching almost peak level. 

"Fuck ."

He pulled out a bit only to ram hard into the back of her throat and she coughed, hard. And he thrust again, hitting her deep and hard. 

He got caught in the heat of the moment and felt her tap hard against his thigh and he pulled back and she panted hard and almost collapsed onto him, with her breasts heaving, drool on her chin, eyes wet with tears. 

He caught her immediately and pulled her up and she stood on her wobbly legs and let herself be gathered in his arms. 

Carefully, he removed the belt around her throat.

Fully dazed, she relented and let him wrap his arms around her but it was only just for a second. Yibo's hand lifted what was left of skirt and slid his big, warm hand over her ass, pushed her toward the table, and squeezed her rounded cheeks before he let his fingers skate along her exposed flesh and into her crack as she breathed into his neck, her fragrance reached his nose — still sweet, mixed with sweat, sex and his own.  

He leaned over and violently devoured her lips, her saliva sliding down his chin, their teeth clashing, and he grabbed her hair and pulled her head forward, grazing his teeth against her lower lip, hard enough to leave bruises. 

When he pulled back, Xiao Zan drew a gasping breath in and stared at him hungrily. The violent storm in her eyes was replaced by fiery lust.

She gasped as her hair was pulled back again then Yibo licked a long stripe on her throat before working up his way above. He licked the drool off her chin, his tongue moving up toward her wet lips, and before she could thrash and protest, he growled, "Open your mouth, slut."

When she didn't, he fastened his hand around her hair until she cried and he spat into her mouth, and before she whined, he forcefully thrust his tongue in and swirled it in circles around her tongue, his spit mixing with hers. He took the lead and undulated his tongue in her mouth until she matched his pace and things went relentlessly hot, his hands snaking up and down her sides, her thighs, and the curve of her backside. Their kiss was dissolved into a sloppy, noisy, open-mouthed kiss with dangerous tongues and strings of saliva.

Within a span of minutes, he turned her around and bent her over the desk, pausing to admire her lovely ass-cheeks that were pale. He raised his hand to smack her bottom and she yelped. 

"Bad girl," he scolded. A red welt began forming on the side of her right ass-cheek.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" He asked and when she did not answer quickly, he slapped her ass, her ass jiggled miraculously. 

"Y-yes," she responded and Yibo was tempted to mount her from behind, slap her backside and watch her ass bounce as he fucked her non-stop. 

"Be a good, well-behaved slut and I'll reward you," he said and gave her another slap on the ass. 

But to his surprise, he knelt and felt her shudder as he spread her legs and her cheeks apart, getting an eyeful of the beauty that tucked between her smooth thighs. Small, tight, and sweet. 

"Fuck, look at that," he cooed, giving himself a minute to get a load of her pretty lady bits. "Pretty… and so, so tight."

He crouched down, catching a good whiff of her arousal that sent heat coursing through his veins, and he licked a long line along the crack of her leaking pussy then leaned in and flicked his tongue over to the clit and she trembled and held onto the side of the desk and Yibo lifted her other leg over to the edge of the table so he could run his tongue along the entry and all the way to her sensitive hole that puckered as soon as his tongue circled around the rim. 

She hummed but reddened as she met his gaze.

A second passed and she broke eye contact, half-dazed from too much tongue-work and bit her lip as she welcomed the ravishment from below and Yibo was somehow pleased.

He licked his lips as he examined her delicate folds and her hole then he spat into her wet opening and she shivered.

Quickly, he stood up and cupped her chin and kissed her hard on the mouth, and grabbed her neck as he pulled down his pants and kicked at them, his thick cock shiny with precum, and stared at the thick, white fluid pooling inside her. 

Aaah, his cock twitched with unrelentless arousal. He paused and realized his own anger started abating. 

He ignored it and slapped her ass and she jolted but managed to bite back a loud moan as he slammed hard into her already slippery entry as he wrapped a big hand around her throat, and the vicious throbbing he felt over her throat propelled him to pound so hard and gazed down and saw her slit still gleaming with his spit. A lovely view he would gladly die on. 

It was that kind of view that moved him to keep going, thrust deep— and so hard the table shook. It was expensive and should be the least of his worries. But it was not humping someone doggy style-proof.

Yibo almost wanted to laugh but a loud moan coming from Xiao Zan's lips heightened his lust and he humped harder as she buoyed up and cried, her moans in succession getting louder. 

"Yes.. that's right," he urged. "Moan for me like you want this."

Her moans filled his ears. The raging anger inside him was gone and he huffed, in equal parts disbelief and lust.

"Are you mine?" He asked as he managed to pull himself into the moment. 

"Yes."

"Sure?"

She nodded and met his gaze and parted his lips and moaned as he penetrated deeper. 

"Baby, how do you want it?" He asked her. 

"Do whatever you like, baby."

"Want me to fuck and fill you up like a slut?"

"Yes," she responded and trembled against him as he quickened the pacing and headed toward violence. 

"Are you my slut?"

"Fuck— yes," she whined, eyes rolling back into her head and she was a goner the minute Yibo began mucking her up with his cock as he doubled the pace— he was drilling her and lancing into her entry like hell— and fuck he felt her muscles squeezing around his cock and he fell harder into the pit and sliced into her wetness like he was hopelessly meant to be there. 

He almost went in and honestly, he felt stuck in a daze but it took a huge chunk of his energy to pull his cock out.

Xiao Zan looked over her shoulder immediately at him, eyes wide, surprised, his arm began loosening around her throat and she did not seem bothered. 

Yibo gave her a smug smile and said, "I am not done yet," and then he bent low and spat into her crack and she squirmed.

"No—" she cried, eyes wide, and she squirmed as the tip of his cock touched the entry of her hole. But before that, he slid three fingers in and she gasped, eyes shut, face wringing wet.

 Yibo's hand drew taut around her throat and it afforded her no easy escape as he slammed into her like a boulder, merciless and unstoppable.

She shivered, moaned, her whole body afire.

As she struggled and bucked up against his hips, he picked up the perfect rhythm and pace and as he did so, Xiao Zan stopped resisting and she cried even louder this time as his length drove through her hole and when he had half of cock in, he sharply drew in a breath and forced his way into her and wrung out another scream from her.

"Tell me you want me to breed you," Yibo demanded and spanked her rounded bottom that was also pink from his previous spanking. 

"Breed me," she said shyly.

Yibo ignored her and slowed down, a tad bit slower than a couple of seconds ago.

"Breed me," she cried, fighting back tears.

"Do you mean it?" He asked, breaking into her. He knew he would not stop until she was crying hard. Not until her hole was a gaping mess.

"Yes."

"Then I want you to want me to breed you like this," he cooed, voice dropping low. 

Xiao Zan sucked in a huge amount of air as Yibo fucked into her, mercy was out of the question. She melted just as soon as she heard those words.

"I want you to breed me like this," she said and Yibo did, his hand secured around her throat, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he stretched her out, her cries loud, lingering, and he suspected someone already heard them and would most likely pretend they didn't know what was going on inside his study. 

"Oh— I will," he promised and pushed harder, breaking her.

Her walls engulfed his cock in a vice-like grip, her tightness squeezed him then he gave one last violent lunge forward then he gave in and let his hand fall down to clasp around his shaft.

It was faster than he intended and Xiao Zan gave in to her own arousal and moaned, her body convulsing under him, legs shaking. 

He managed to let a groan slip then he let his hot white fluid spurt into her juice-filled slit and he grunted hard as he emptied all of his spooge into her sweet spot.

She gasped then let herself fall down onto the floor but Yibo managed to grab her on either side and let her ease into a lying position on the floor, her body still quivering, his white fluid leaking from her wrecked hole. 

Yibo felt his own legs slightly wobbly so he managed to bend at his waist and settled into a sitting position next to Xiao Zan who was a crying, shaking mess. But despite it all, still very beautiful. 

Then he remembered it all. His anger rose up once again but a light touch against his thigh had him turning toward the young girl laying quietly on the floor, still in a sex-dazed state, the earth-shattering aftershock of rough sex still apparent on her at every possible angle.

She pursed her lips and was now breathing through her nose but her tiny hand was now on his thigh.

Yibo licked his lips then sighed. 

He reached a hand over and ran her fingers along her jaw and toward her sweat-covered face then he slowly got up and went directly to her.

"I'm not done with you yet," he warned her and bent low to pick her up. She went pliant when his arms were around her and she planted a kiss on his shoulder and gave him a soft look. 

"You broke my hips," she told him and frowned but Yibo chuckled and kissed her ear then paused to give himself a moment to think.

She did not say anything after that but pressed her warm cheek against his chest, body going limp.

"Okay, then let's shower," he said, not removing his gaze from her, and walked toward the door.

Yibo was reluctant to open his eyes. He was half dreaming and half awake. In his dream he was in a very comfortable state that he could almost consider as paradise. He turned, not wanting to end the dream yet. He heard a woman speak. And although he could hear, the words were muffled and there was not a word he was able to pick up. 

Slightly annoyed, his dream changed to another scenery and he was so engrossed in it that he forgot what his other dream was.

Hours later, a glaring light from the window woke him up. And like a morning person he was, he jolted as if roused by a certain responsibility. 

His hand reached across the other side of the bed and found it empty—and cool and his eyes shot up quickly as if to confirm. 

A frown creased his handsome face and he dizzily got up from the bed and found his glasses on the table beside his bed. His eyes darted across the wall clock. It was quarter past eight. 

"Shit," he mumbled. He overslept. 

His eyes flitted back to the empty side of the bed and his scowl deepened.

She was not in the room. 

A sense of uncertainty dawned on him so he slowly rose from his bed and grabbed his robe and put it on and was on his way toward the door when his phone buzzed. 

Annoyed, he answered and the first he heard was the familiar breathing.

Shit, he was too disoriented to check the caller's name on his phone but he was not mistaken. 

He said, "Zanzan, where are you?"

He did not want to waste so much time. 

"I'm at my parents' house right now," was her reply.

Yibo closed his eyes as he gave a pained hiss. 

"And I'm pregnant."