The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

Everything happened so fast. He just wanted to ask her if she felt uncomfortable as well after drinking the milk which his Mom gave them.

Who would have thought that turning in her direction would be fatal? He totally lost it. His self-control collapsed in an instant after seeing her beautiful face and sexy hot body.

Would they end up doing the deed tonight? Would they finally consummate their marriage? 

Would Tristan break his promise to himself that he would not touch her unless he was done telling her everything?

Tristan continued feasting on his wife. Nibbling, licking, and kissing her exposed skin. He felt no resistance from her, instead, she was also enjoying every attention he was giving her.

He could feel her body tremble under him. Her grip on his body tightened as if her life depended on him. Her soft moans echoed in his room.

"T-Tristan…" she started moaning his name.

His desire intensified after hearing her sensual voice calling his name. He wanted more. He loved to hear her soft moans as he continued giving her pleasure.

He felt the satisfaction that Zhen-Zhen was reacting like this to his every touch. His lips moved back to her face, kissing her hard and leaving her breathless.

His free hand made its way to her shoulder, pulling the string of her nightgown until her upper body was exposed to him. Zhen-Zhen's beautiful round breasts were now fully into his view.

"Oh wifey… you're so breathtakingly beautiful…" Tristan whispered into her ear.

Looking at her delicate earlobe, Tristan couldn't stop himself from gently biting it and kissing it sensually.

Tristan was not wearing his shirt since he removed it before leaving their room a while ago to drink water. His strong bare chest got in contact with her soft breasts.

With their bodies so close like this, Tristan felt like he was gonna explode soon. If he won't stop now then the two of them would end up doing the deed, thus breaking his promise.

He didn't want Zhen-Zhen to misunderstand his intent. What if doing this right now before she learned the whole truth would make her hate him more? 

He didn't want to be unfair to her. He still needed to come clean with her or else, he would be consumed by guilt. He felt like Zhen-Zhen didn't deserve him yet.

With this thought in mind and with his remaining self-control, Tristan managed to stop what he was doing.

He rested his forehead with hers while caressing her face.

"Zhen-Zhen, I'm sorry. We are not supposed to do this yet," Tristan mumbled to her.

Zhen-Zhen who was clueless about what's going on in Tristan's mind looked at him in confusion. She couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Tristan? What do you mean? Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?" Zhen-Zhen asked him innocently.

Tristan heaved a frustrated sigh before shaking his head.

"No, Zhen. You didn't do anything wrong. I stop because this is not yet the right time to do this."

Zhen-Zhen fell silent, trying her best to absorb what he was saying to her. She could see that Tristan was having conflicting thoughts as of this moment.

She didn't want to give him more trouble so she just smiled at him, reassuring him that she understood it.

Tristan nodded at her before helping Zhen-Zhen put on her nightgown again. Then he rolled back on the bed, facing the ceiling. He heaved a long deep sigh.

He didn't know if he should commend himself for recovering his self-control in the last minute when he was about to go all out.

Deep inside, he wanted to cry. Looking down, he could still see the hard bulge of his erection on his pajama. He covered his face using his palms, silently cursing himself.

His expression darkened as he remembered the person who caused this. Oh not only one person, because Tristan thought that his Mom connived with his grandfather. She was the one who gave them the milk.

'I'm doomed. I need to relieve myself. Can a cold shower help me feel better this time?'

Tristan was engrossed with his own thoughts when Zhen-Zhen tilted her head only to see Tristan not moving. His body looked stiff like a piece of wood matched with his problematic expression.

"Tristan, do you feel uncomfortable?" Zhen-Zhen asked him randomly.

Tristan turned to her with his pitiful look while nodding his head.

"How can I help you to make you feel comfortable?"

The moment he heard that a light gleam flashed through Tristan's eyes as an idea popped up in his mind.

Tristan looked at Zhen-Zhen with his begging expression. She became worried when she saw his face.

"Wifey, I need your help. Please comfort me. It hurts down there." Tristan said pitifully while looking down at his erection.

"Huh? Where are you hurting? What should I do?" Zhen-Zhen asked him worriedly.

"Help me touch it. Okay? You just need to massage it then I will feel better."

After saying that, Tristan grabbed her hand and pressed it down his erection. Separated only by his pajamas, Zhen-Zhen touched and held Tristan's bulge.

Tristan closed his eyes at the feel of her hand gently rubbing and massaging his hardened manhood. He couldn't help letting out a desperate whimper.

"Tristan, does it feel hurt?" Zhen-Zhen asked him when she heard his whimper.

"N-No wifey, just c-continue… I will feel better...soon," Tristan mumbled, his voice was hoarse and breathless.

Tristan wanted to feel more so he caught her hand and slid their hands inside his pajama. Knowing that it was Zhen-Zhen's hand touching him now made him more aroused.

Zhen-Zhen was amused when she touched his bare erection. It was big, long, hard, and warm. She wanted to make him comfortable so she followed Tristan's lead.

Tristan was guiding her hand, massaging his shaft up and down.

"Wifey, s-squeeze it… g-gently," Tristan growled.

Zhen-Zhen did as he requested. Soon, Tristan quickened his pace, he began thrusting his hips up and down, as his hand and Zhen-Zhen's hand continued palming his manhood.

Tristan hissed a breath through his teeth as his climax began building up. After several minutes of doing this together, Tristan finally found his release.

Since he couldn't touch Zhen-Zhen he resorted to this strategy. This was the only way he could think of to satisfy his craving for her. His grandpa and his parents were the ones to blame.