Flash Marriage: The Domineering Wife

This sudden kiss frightened her. Lei Zhao whispered softly in her ears, “Close your eyes.”

His thin lips nibbled on Yan Mei’s earlobe, and he breathed lightly beside her ear. A few seconds later, Yan Mei’s entire ear turned red and she felt a little itchy.

Lei Zhao’s gentle and low voice sounded in her ear. “Wife, should we consummate our marriage?” he asked and tilted his head to the side to see her reaction. His eyes narrowed on her as if searching out the answer for himself.

Yan Mei’s body stiffened for a second before nodding. To be precise, tonight was her wedding night and she wanted to enjoy herself.

Unconsciously, Yan Mei’s delicate and slender hands gently outlined his neck. This gesture undoubtedly gave Lei Zhao the encouragement that he needed.

He traced his thumb over her mouth and said roughly, “Wifey, I want to see you.”

With trembling fingers, she reached for the buttons of her white shirt. It took several attempts, but she still opened it. With his gaze on her, she slipped it off. She felt the breeze of air on her bare shoulders, the top of her breasts, and her stomach.

“Wife, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped, “so fucking gorgeous, and you’re all mine. Everything is mine. Come here,” he beckoned.

When Yan Mei reached him, she stretched up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. The softness of her breasts brushed against his chest and he felt her nipples swell with desire.

Her delicate fingers lightly pulled his hips towards her. She felt his stiffening cock press against her abdomen and she blushed profusely.

Yan Mei reminded herself that she was married to Lei Zhao now. He was her and so there was nothing to be shy about. She wasn’t really a saint when she was with her ex. He had groomed her to be his little wildcat, so she already knew a lot about sex. The fact that she hadn’t been in close contact with a guy made her a little nervous. Adjusting her mentality, her body relaxed and began to enjoy this.

“Wife, I didn’t know you were this eager,” Lei Zhao’s teasing made her relax more, and she got lost in her desire.

Lei Zhao must have sensed her extreme desire because he lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bed.

Lei Zhao stripped her of her bra, baring her to him. His big hands moved to her breasts, cupping her and molding her to his pleasure and hers.

She grasped his shoulders and clung to him. She completely lost her ability to think. He lowered his head to kiss her neck, jawlines, ears, and shoulders. Yan Mei closed her eyes as he sucked, licked, and drew his sensual lips and tongue on her skin.

Yan Mei shivered when she felt his fiery breath on her thighs. She looked up and met his gaze.

“Wife, let me worship you. You deserve to be worshipped.” He swept his lips across her stomach as he licked her belly button. “Please give me permission to worship you.���

Even though Lei Zhao was on the brink of losing control, there was no way he would continue without her permission.

“Yes,” she breathed, holding the bedsheet tightly. Hearing a firm answer, Lei Zhao smiled and pulled her panties off.

Lei Zhao slid down, licking every inch of her. Reaching her thighs, he buried his face between her thing and saw that she was already dripping wet with desire.

He snaked his tongue on the surface of her pussy until he found her swollen pussy lips, then he licked up and down the length of her slit.

Yan Mei spread her thighs wide apart, then she reached down and used her fingers to pull her pussy lips apart. Lei Zhao buried his thick tongue deep inside her.

Then he drew his tongue back and plunged it forward again. And again. He kept plunging his tongue in and out of her until she was whimpering. He found the tight bud of her clit and he sucked it between his teeth. He nibbled at it and felt Yan Mei quiver against his face.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned.

Fisting his hair, Yan Mei did not know if she was trying to pull him away or tug him closer. She didn’t know and couldn’t decide. Lei Zhao was driving her crazy with pleasure. He held her clit between his teeth and ticked the end of it with the tip of his tongue. “Oh, yes!” she cried.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he rasped, nuzzling her. “So sweet, that I am addicted to you. Wifey, you are only mine, right? I’m a greedy person, and I want all of you,” he uttered the last words and then plunged his fingers inside her. Yan Mei’s body shook. She loosened a hand from his hair and clapped it over her lips, muffling her cries as she came. Her hips jerked.

“Please,” she begged weakly, pushing his head away. The pleasure was too much for her. He was driving her insane with his tongue and fingers. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Lei Zhao chuckled. “But we are just getting started love,” he rumbled.

He lowered his hand and took her mouth in a fiery kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue.

Lei Zhao dismantled his towel off and tossed it on the floor. He slipped up and onto her. The head of his cock pressed against her pussy lips for a split second. “Ready love?” Lei Zhao murmured, raising her up slightly. He brought his cock between their bodies. He wrapped her fingers around his thick length.

“Show me you want me,” he ordered, planting his hands on either side of her head, allowing her to be in control.

Yan Mei’s heart clenched, and her heart thudded against her rib cage. Her hands were steady, though, as she guided him to her entrance.

She pushed it in as she lifted her hips, taking him inside. She frowned in pain. Since it’s been a long time, she felt tight.

Lei Zhao groaned, “It’s been a long time?” Yan Mei nodded shyly. Widening her thighs, she didn’t stop until he was deeply buried inside of her. Yan Mei gasped. He was so deep inside her.

Lei Zhao’s body shook as he entered her. Closing his eyes, he bowed his head and pressed his forehead to hers—his breath pulsing over her lips.

Yan Mei wrapped her legs around his and hooked her ankles together behind his knees. Lei Zhao drew back and pressed forward again and again.

“Aaah!” Yan Mei screamed. Her hips rose to meet each one of his powerful thrusts, and soon they were moving as one as if they had been lovers for a long time. Lei Zhao felt her begin to stiffened and shake as she orgasmed.

Then she screamed out his name, “Lei Zhao!!!” with a choked cry. She wrapped her hands around his neck.

Her entire body spasmed beneath him. Then Lei Zhao stiffened above her. His deep, tortured groan echoed in her ears as he cum, sending his hot seed deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her. Barely able to breathe, he felt his cock throbbing inside of her.

A moment later, he rolled off of her. Yan Mei curled up beside him, pressing her heavy breasts against his side and throwing one leg over his leg. Lei Zhao was too wiped out to tease her.

As Yan Mei laid on the bed with Lei Zhao tucked against her side, she finally registered in her head that she was now married again. Just this time it is not out of love, she thought sadly.

Lei Zhao kissed her forehead. “Wife, you did well.”

Yan Mei said nothing. She was too tired to reply. She felt her eyelids get heavy and unconsciously; she fell asleep.

Hearing her heavy breathing, Lei Zhao sighed. He picked her up and took her to the bathroom to clean her up. Yan Mei felt him move her, but she was too tired to open her eyes.

After he was finished, Lei Zhao gently put her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. After closing his eyes, his heart slowly calmed down.