I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!
Chapter 69: Inside The Lift*

Chapter 69: Inside The Lift*

Zhao Yiming clenched his jaw, face burning—not from shame, but because every damn nerve in his body was on fire.

Blood rushed south so fast it made him dizzy. Madam Ruan’s hand wasn’t just teasing anymore.

No, she was gripping his cock like he belonged to her. Like he was her private toy, ready to be unwrapped and devoured here and now.

’Damn you, perverted God! Fine, I’m a pervert now!!!’ he screamed in his head, too far gone to care. His balls felt like they were going to explode.

His lips curled into a crooked smirk, voice dropping low and dangerous. "Oh? You want me that much, huh?" he muttered, eyes locking with hers.

"Then why don’t you blow me right here... right now?"

Madam Ruan’s pupils dilated. She didn’t flinch or blink. No, this wasn’t a surprise. She looks at him with hunger.

She looked like she’d just been handed a gourmet meal with gold on top—and he was the main course.

"Oh, now you’re talking like a man," she purred, voice velvet-wrapped sin. "Took you long enough."

And then she dropped on her knees without hesitation.

Her fingers worked fast, unzipping him and tugging his pants just low enough to free him. His cock sprang up, flushed and heavy, already leaking at the tip—and her eyes lit up like she’d struck gold.

Zhao Yiming’s breath caught—because of the lift? It was mirrored. Every wall and every surface.

He could see everything. Her face from above, her lips from the side, and the way her fingers wrapped around his hard veiny cock.

He saw how her tight black qipao clung to her ass as she knelt, her curves rippling with every shift of her body.

It was like watching porn in first person, third person, and goddamn overhead drone view—except he was the star.

"Damn... this is hot," he muttered, trying not to moan, but the sound slipped out anyway.

"Let’s see what kind of mess you’ll make," she whispered, lips brushing his tip—and then she took him in.

Zhao Yiming’s back arched as he slammed one hand to the elevator rail, the other sinking into her hair.

Her mouth wrapped around him, slow and steady, sucking him in inch by inch like she was trying to own him. Her tongue pressed along the underside, swirling around the head. She moaned—and the vibration damn near made him cry.

"F-Fuck..." he gasped, staring straight at the mirror, watching her head bob in his lap, her cheeks hollowing with every drag.

She looked possessed. Her Lipstick was smeared and her beautiful mascara streaking. Drool pooled at the corner of her mouth as she devoured him like a feast.

His cock disappeared between her lips again and again, her throat tightening around him until he could feel the slick squeeze inside her.

Madam Ruan’s head moved up and down—slow and deep, then fast and shallow, like she was teasing his soul out of his body one suck at a time.

And the mirrors didn’t lie. He could see the curve of her lips around his cock. The mess she made of herself.

"Hahhh...." he could only groan in pleasure and nearly lost it when she gagged—on purpose—and then did it again.

Her throat wrapped around his tip like a glove, swallowing him deeper, and he felt it. That slick suction, the raw pressure.

It was too much, too hot, and too wet. She pulled back with a string of spit trailing down his shaft, her fingers stroking him in time.

"You’re thick," she rasped.

Her breath hitched as she kissed the tip again, tongue swirling lazily. "I like that... you taste... expensive."

Zhao Yiming could barely breathe. His legs were shaking, his stomach tight.

Then she took him in again, deeper, her nose pressing against his skin as she forced him down her throat—and stayed there.

"Holy—Madam—shit—!" he gasped, grabbing the rail harder.

Her throat spasmed around his cock like a tight, clenching pussy—each squeeze pulling a groan straight out of his chest.

She moved faster now, more desperate, more unhinged. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, dribbling down to the elevator floor in wet, obscene trails.

Zhao Yiming gripped her dark green hair, fingers sinking in as her hairpin slipped free and clattered to the ground—her long, luscious hair falling around her shoulders in a wild mess.

Madam Ruan was completely ruined.

And she didn’t give a damn.

She hummed around him again, sending another violent shiver up his spine as his balls tightened hard—aching, desperate, about to burst.

"Fuck—I’m gonna—"

She pulled back just enough to wrap both hands around his base and then sucked him in hard, her throat swallowing with greedy force just as his climax hit.

He came like a fucking geyser.

His whole body jolted, his mind blanking out as wave after wave surged through him. His cock twitched inside her mouth, pulsing as she swallowed every drop, eyes fluttering shut like she was in goddamn heaven.

Madam Ruan licked him clean—slowly—her tongue dragging along his shaft with reverence.

Then she looked up.

A glint in her eye. Her lips swollen, smeared, and wet.

"You better still have energy," she smirked, standing and smoothing her qipao with a ruined elegance. "Because that was just the appetizer."

Zhao Yiming groaned, still recovering—but a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Then lead the way, Madam Ruan..."

His grin widened, cocky and breathless.

"...I’m ready to serve the main course."

A moment later, the elevator doors slid open.

Several people were waiting outside—and all of them froze.

They didn’t need to ask what happened.

The smell of sex hit instantly, heavy and obvious. Makeup smeared, clothes disheveled, hair wild, and expressions dazed. A couple of people blushed and looked away. Others stared outright.

But neither of them gave a damn.

Madam Ruan simply fixed her lipstick with a finger. Zhao Yiming adjusted his pants like he owned the damn building.

The only thing that mattered was fucking. Hard. Loud. And soon.

They walked out like nothing had happened—even though everyone knew. And when they reached her suite, the moment she shut the door, their mouths slammed together in a hungry, reckless kiss.

Her back hit the wall.

He grabbed her thighs and lifted her clean off the ground. Her kitten heels clattered to the floor as she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him with a feverish grip.

"Ahhh~ I can’t wait to fuck you!" Madam Ruan moaned, her voice ragged, her face twisted with insane lust. Her eyes burned like a woman possessed.

Zhao Yiming grinned, teeth bared as he kissed her again.

"Me neither."

And they didn’t stop.

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