CHAPTER 87: TEASING HIM CRAZY**

Lihua finally turned around to put down her small whip but Zhao Yiming couldn’t see it.

He could only hear the sound of something rattled and it scared him, also the way her presence creeping closer, every step a countdown to something terrifyingly hot.

Then, silence.

He heard the distinct unzip of her bodysuit, slow and dramatic. That sibilant zrrrrp sound that went straight to his dick. He swallowed, imagining what would she do to him next.

"Wait... what are you doing?" he asked warily. "Do you want to ride me?"

She didn’t answer right away, though a grin creeping up her lips. She then climbed onto the bed, straddling his face.

Her thighs pressed against his cheeks, warm and smooth, caging him in as the scent of her soaked pussy hit his nose like a slap from the heavens.

Zhao Yiming froze. "Hold on! WAIT—"

"Hush," Lihua said sweetly, pulling the blindfold up just an inch so he could see the prize in front of him, her glistening pussy hovering just inches above his mouth.

She smirked at his expression.

"Mr. Zhao, you have many women by your side, so you know what to do next, right?" she purred. "But has anyone ever made you serve them like this?"

He widened his eyes. "Not, exactly. But, are you sure you won’t let go of my hands? You know I can make this situation more interesting right?" he moved his hands, the rattle sound was being dimmed by her laugh.

"Of course not, it’s more interesting this way," she said, lowering herself just enough that her wet folds brushed against his lips.

"What’s wrong? You like putting your tongue everywhere else... now’s your turn to earn your keep."

He squirmed in the cuffs, not out of protest—but because she was soaked.

And her heat was maddening as his cock was now hard.

She rolled her hips slightly, smearing her slick across his lips.

"Lick it, Mr. Zhao," she whispered. "Nice and slow."

"Or should I give you a pet name? Like Mingming. Good, right, like a dog."

"Name me as you want, Lihua. As long as I can fuck you, I will be fine."

And like a man possessed, Zhao Yiming obeyed. His tongue darted out, giving her a tentative lick, up and down her folds.

"Nnngghhh~" She moaned softly, grinding her hips down just enough to make his tongue press deeper.

"Good boy," she breathed. "Mmm... That’s it... just like that."

She grabbed the headboard above him for balance, rocking gently on his face, her thighs trembling as his tongue flicked and curled. Faster now, more confident, tasting every drop like he was starving.

"Ahhh, Yyeess!!! Just like that Mingming! Make me cum!"

Zhao Yiming couldn’t see anything now except her soaked slit and the curve of her inner thighs, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe without inhaling her scent.

And goddammit, he loved it. ’Damn, this widow is hot! Should I just keep our relationship this way?’ he thought, keep eating her pussy while his nose now rubbed on her clit, making her body tremble.

"Hhhhaahhh, what a good pointed nose you get there."

Her love juices were leaking onto his chin, moaning louder with every lap, grinding harder as she chased her high using his mouth like a toy.

"AHHH!!! OHHH!!! I’M GONNA CUMM!!!"

He mumbled something—probably a prayer or a scream—but it was drowned out in her wetness as she moaned, "MMMMHHH~ KEEP GOINGG!!!"

Her thighs clenched around his head. "I’M CUMMMINNGGHH~"

With that, she came hard. Shuddering, gasping, her fingers tangled in his hair as her pussy pulsed against his tongue, coating his lips and chin in her release.

Lihua finally pulled back, panting, flushed, eyes gleaming. And she just grinned. "Well then... lesson one complete."

However, she didn’t move for a while after her orgasm. She just sat there, atop Zhao Yiming’s face, riding the aftershocks with that smug, sultry expression of a woman who knew she owned him now.

Then she slowly slid back down his chest, dragging her wetness across his skin, deliberately leaving a trail like a mark of possession.

Zhao Yiming was panting—face soaked with her cum, and his lips his mouth tasted that love juices with a smirk.

It was kinky and he loved every second of it.

"Still breathing?" she teased, tapping his cheek. "You didn’t pass out from lack of air, did you?"

He chuckled, "Why would I? I have a harem, if you want to make me faint, do it properly." He teased her which just made her laugh.

"Oh I will make sure you faint in our long season of sex."

"And you’re still hard." She glanced down and licked her lips. "Very hard, actually."

He growled under his breath. "I am and I will still get hard as long as you please."

"Oh my, I love your confidence." She crawled over his hips, aligning herself with the painfully erect cock that had been twitching and leaking all this time. "Now for your next lesson..."

"Ahh, I know how will this turn out. So just let off me, Lihua," he said firmly.

Zhao Yiming knew it would turn into more torture as she kept teasing him until he lost his mind.

"Why?" she purred, gripping the base of his shaft and positioning herself right over the head. "You’ve been such a good boy all tied up."

Then she sank down.

Zhao Yiming gasped—his head slamming back against the pillow as Ruan Lihua took him in inch by slow, agonizing inch.

"Damn it!" he hissed.

Her walls were hot, tight, and dripping wet from earlier, welcoming him in like a velvet vice.

She didn’t slam down or ride him rough—no, she rocked. Hips swaying slowly, grinding into his base, every movement deliberate.

"Ahhh~ How you like my ride?" she smirked with confidence. Her big tits jiggled every time she moved, she looks so hot.

Zhao Yiming’s cock throbbed inside her. And she just smiled down at him like a goddess straddling her sacrificial offering.

"Ohh, you will regret this." He growled again, louder this time. His biceps flexed. The metal cuffs rattled.

She laughed softly. "But you can’t, can you? You’re trapped. Stuck under me. Helpless."

She clenched around him—tight—and rolled her hips slowly again, her pussy massaging him from base to tip like a slow-burning curse.

"L-Lihua—" he groaned, his body tensing like a bowstring. "You’re gonna make me go crazy!"

"Good," she whispered, leaning down so her lips brushed his ear. "Lose your mind for me."

The restraints groaned. The cuffs dug into his wrists.

Her pace didn’t change. She rode him slow, grinding, milking every twitch, pushing him further into madness.

He roared. ’Shit! I can’t hold it in anymore! Time to turn the table!’ he kept struggling, his wrists were on fire because of the friction between it and the cuff.

But Zhao Yiming didn’t care, he was on his limit!

Clink—!

One cuff snapped as he used all his might

Ryan Lihua’s eyes widened. "Wait! How did you do that?!"

CLANG—

The second one broke free. His arms shot up, grabbing her hips like a man possessed.

"Yiming—?!"

Too late for regrets. His eyes were burning while his breath ragged like a beast.

"Now it’s my fucking turn."