I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!-Chapter 103: Eating The Appertizer*

Before she could respond, he swept her off her feet—literally—and lifted her onto the kitchen counter in one swift motion.

"Wha—! Yiming!" she squeaked, flustered, her cheeks lighting up with a pink hue. "S-Shouldn’t we eat first?!"

He laughed, eyes gleaming as he stepped between her legs. "Oh, I am going to eat."

He licked his lips playfully, then dropped to his knees and leaned in close, burying his face into the soft skin of her thigh.

Su Meilin squealed and giggled, squirming just a little. "P-Pervert!"

Zhao Yiming only grinned wider. "You love it."

Su Meilin giggled, "Well I do love whatever you do."

Zhao Yiming grinned wickedly as he buried his face against the soft inside of Su Meilin’s thigh, his breath hot against her skin as he sniffed her pussy.

She twitched, letting out a nervous laugh as her fingers curled against the edge of the counter. "Y-Yiming... seriously... we are still in the middle of cooking!"

"Oh, I’m dead serious." He licked a slow line up her thigh, watching the way her legs instinctively clenched. "You’re on the menu tonight."

Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, her body already reacting despite her mouth trying to protest.

"But—but the braised pork rib is still cooking."

"Let it burn," he muttered, voice low and dripping with hunger. "Right now, I’ve got something much tastier."

Without waiting for permission, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down in one smooth pull. Her panties went with them, damp and sticky with her juices, clinging briefly before slipping down her legs.

"Hm... Already this wet?"

Meilin gasped, legs instinctively closing, but Zhao gently spread them apart again—firm, patient.

"Shy now?" he teased, kissing just above her mound. "You weren’t this shy when we almost broke the bed yesterday night."

"That’s because... Ugh, fine do whatever you want! Don’t let the kitchen on fire though," she shot back breathlessly, biting her lip as her thighs trembled on either side of his head.

"It won’t, they cook slowly you know" he exhaled against her pussy, watching goosebumps rise all along her inner thigh.

"Zhao Yiming..." she warned, voice barely above a whisper.

But he was already wanted to suck that beautiful cunt.

He started with a soft, open-mouthed kiss just above her folds. Then another, just to the side. Then one directly in the center, where her pussy was already slick and glistening.

"Ngghhh~"

Su Meilin let out a quiet, broken moan, her fingers tightening against the counter behind her as her hips gave a small jerk.

He didn’t rush and enjoyed every second of it. Every delicious slick coming out of her pussy and every moan she makes.

His tongue slipped between her folds and lapped slowly savoring every reaction. He could feel her thighs twitching, her stomach tightening, her breath catching.

He circled her clit lazily with his tongue, then suddenly sucked, drawing a gasp from her throat that echoed off the kitchen walls.

"Ahhhh! Y-Yiming! It feels so gooddhhh~"

He didn’t stop.

He gripped her thighs tighter, burying his face deeper into her warmth, tongue moving like a pro, teasing her clit even more while his finger started to penetrate her cunt slowly, making her gasp.

"OHHH!!! LORDD!!!" Every flick, every suck, every hot breath against her most sensitive spot pulled another moan out of her.

Su Meilin’s voice cracked as her hips jerked forward, unable to resist the rhythm of his fingers plunging deeper into her slick cunt.

Zhao Yiming’s mouth never left her clit either, his tongue swirling, teasing, sucking with a maddening desire that burned both of them.

It was like he already knew exactly how to pleasure her, where to press, how to draw those helpless moans from her lips like music.

"AHHH!!! YOUR FINGERS KEEPP PRESSING!!! NGHHH~"

Her hands gripped the counter behind her, knuckles white, as her head tipped back and a strangled cry escaped her throat.

"Y-YIMINGHHH" she gasped, voice shaky. "I-I CAN’T HOLD IT IN ANYMOREE!!! AHHH!!!"

He didn’t stop if anything, his fingers curled just right, hitting that perfect spot that made her thighs tremble harder and her body clench around him. His other hand slid up, gripping her waist tightly to keep her from squirming away.

She was squirming anyway. A mess, a moaning, shivering, arching mess—legs spread on the kitchen counter, apron still on, nothing underneath but the scent of spices and sex in the air.

"OHHG!!! NGHHH~!"

Zhao Yiming glanced up just long enough to smirk, his lips slick with her arousal. "I told you," he murmured against her skin. "Dinner can wait."

Then he dove back in, devouring her like a man starved. His tongue flattened against her clit as two fingers pumped inside her at a steady, ruthless pace—his thumb occasionally brushing against that sweet spot just above, making her cry out louder each time.

Her back arched beautifully, her chest heaving with every breath, nipples poking through the thin apron fabric as if begging for attention. Her whole body trembled now, close—so close it scared her.

"Yiming! I-I AM GONNA CUMMMNNHHH!!!"

He hummed low against her, the vibration shooting straight through her like a bolt of lightning.

Her whole body jerked violently, a strangled scream bursting from her throat as her orgasm crashed into her like a tsunami.

Her thighs clamped around his head, her fingers digging into the counter as she bucked and spasmed under his mouth.

He didn’t stop—not until her body finally gave out, slumping forward with a dazed expression and twitching thighs.

When he finally pulled back, licking his lips like a smug bastard, Su Meilin was panting hard, hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, her eyes glassy and barely focused.

"...You’re evil," she whispered hoarsely.

Zhao Yiming grinned as he rose to his feet, brushing his lips against hers—sharing a taste of herself without shame.

"Evil?" he chuckles, "I’m not even moving to the main course yet."

The smoke detector beeped loudly in the background as the ribs they cooked almost burned to ash.

They both paused.

"Oh shit, the ribs!" Zhao Yiming suddenly gasped.

Meilin shakes her head weakly. "Told you it wasn’t worth letting it burn."

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