A few days later, on the false floor of the Dips Corporation’s subsidiary office building.
Wang Zihe sipped champagne while gazing at the cityscape beyond the glass curtain wall. A faint smile adorned his lips, unable to be suppressed.
“Now, you belong to me alone,” a man suddenly embraced him from behind, whispering softly in his ear, carrying the intoxicating scent of pomegranate blossoms.
Wang Zihe took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance that permeated his surroundings, as if wanting to draw it into his lungs. He turned around to face Mo Yi, his handsome face beaming with happiness.
“Do you remember the last time you made me undress here?” Wang Zihe left the embrace, walked toward the candlelit table, and placed his glass down.
“Of course I do,” Mo Yi thought he was about to bring up the past again and could only smile helplessly in response.
Wang Zihe approached Mo Yi once more, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie. His movements were seductive, carrying an indescribable allure. When their noses were almost touching, he stood before him completely naked, his fair skin illuminated by the dim candlelight and neon lights outside. The lean muscles adorned on his chest and abdomen, along with his long, slender legs, all captivated Mo Yi’s gaze.
“It seems we haven’t done it here yet, have we?” Wang Zihe tilted his head slightly, looking into Mo Yi’s fiery eyes, a smile playing on his lips.
“No,” feeling the warmth of his breath against his face, Mo Yi couldn’t help but feel his heart race.
“You haven’t done it here with anyone else, have you?” he kissed Mo Yi’s cheek and continued to inquire.
“No,” after answering, Mo Yi pressed Wang Zihe against the glass wall, his hand supporting the back of his head as he kissed his lips.
Their tongues intertwined, drawing heat from each other’s mouths, until Wang Zihe was almost suffocating. Finally, Mo Yi released his lips, and both men leaned their foreheads together, displaying radiant smiles.
“So, you deliberately seduced Mo Xijue, didn’t you?”
“You found out?” Wang Zihe raised an eyebrow.
“You could have been submissive, but you always rebel at crucial moments because you know interesting toys need to assert their presence from time to time,” Mo Yi whispered in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe.
“That’s right, but it was him who provoked everything first,” Wang Zihe tilted his head back and couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh.
“And then you deliberately acted pitiful in front of me, causing conflicts between him and me. Oh, and my poor silly brother, he’s probably still infatuated with you,” at the end of his words, Mo Yi burst into laughter.
Listening to his seductive laughter, Wang Zihe couldn’t help but reach out and caress his soft brown hair.
“So, what did you finally trade with Mo Xijue? What did you offer for him to transfer the contract to you?” Wang Zihe asked in confusion. This was something that always puzzled him. What exactly did Mo Yi give up?
“My semen,” Mo Yi continued to kiss his neck, saying in a low voice.
“What?” Upon hearing his response, Wang Zihe momentarily thought his ears were playing tricks on him. He held Mo Yi’s head in place, gazing into his face with his mesmerizing peach blossom eyes, displaying an expression of disbelief.
“I’m not kidding. It’s my semen. He chose a surrogate woman for me, had me ejaculate into a cup, and then tasked me with personally raising the child,” Mo Yi looked at Wang Zihe’s face earnestly as he spoke.
“But…”
“I initially didn’t want a child, and having a child doesn’t mean I have the responsibility to raise him. In order to cultivate a better successor for the next generation, he forced me to sign an agreement to raise the child, so I made a deal with him to get you back,” Mo Yi said, planting a kiss on his lips, filled with tenderness and love.
“Thank you. Can we raise him together then?” Wang Zihe was truly delighted to hear the outcome, and his handsome face beamed with happiness.
“Compared to the Mo family, I’d rather raise your child with you.” It must be said that when it came to sweet words, Mo Yi was even sweeter than honey, leaving Wang Zihe defenseless.
“Should I also find a surrogate mother?” Wang Zihe couldn’t help but laugh. He found it hard to imagine Mo Yi taking care of a child at home.
“Why not? But I’d prefer it to be a girl. The Mo family has too few girls, they always choose male sperm for conception in order to cultivate an heir,” Mo Yi spoke with a serious expression, as if everything he said was part of a plan.
“I thought you were going to say you would fuck me until you made me pregnant,” Wang Zihe lowered his head, stroking his desire with a seductive smile.
“Then I’ll fuck you until I make you pregnant,” Mo Yi said, flipping him over and pressing him against the glass wall. He then took off his pants and retrieved a tube of lubricant from his pocket, squeezing it onto his hand and applying it to the tender hole.
In no time, the lewd and wanton hole became wet and soft, and then he raised his desire and thrust deep.
“Ahh…” Wang Zihe moaned as he lay against the glass wall, his gaze fixed on the bright lights in the distance. The overwhelming pleasure of the thick meat stick against his sensitive walls brought an indescribable itching sensation, making him feel as if he had reached heaven in an instant.
“You know, every time you enter my body, it feels like our souls are merging together. It’s not just a physical connection, but a soul-stirring embrace,” he turned his head to look at Mo Yi’s handsome face and sensual features, his throat rolling as he breathed softly.
“Then remember how it feels when I’m inside you.”
“I love you, Wang Zihe,” Mo Yi said, holding his waist and thrusting vigorously, every movement accurately stimulating his sensitive spots, penetrating deep into his body, causing his soul to tremble with pleasure.
“Mmm… I love you… Mo Yi, ah…” Wang Zihe reached back and covered Mo Yi’s hand with his palm, unable to free himself from the blissful pleasure of their lovemaking. His body instinctively tightened around the throbbing member, clinging tightly to the thick shaft that brought him to the brink of ecstasy, refusing to let go.
His heart beat rapidly, blood rushing through his veins, and the stimulating pleasure spread throughout his entire body. Every nerve seemed to sense that desperate happiness, and his moans expressed the unparalleled joy of their passionate love.
Mo Yi couldn’t help but close his eyes and surrender to the intoxicating pleasure and excitement, moving within him like a wild beast. After nearly ten minutes of relentless pounding, he withdrew his member, then embraced Wang Zihe’s shoulders and turned him around. Suddenly, he lifted him up and held him in his arms.
After a startled cry, Wang Zihe quickly extended his arms, tightly embracing Mo Yi’s neck, his legs wrapped around his waist. He felt the large hand resting on his buttocks and couldn’t help but laugh as he asked, “Where are you taking me?”
“To make a baby,” Mo Yi raised a corner of his mouth mischievously, then carried Wang Zihe to the bedroom and placed him on the bed.
He lay down beside him, letting Wang Zihe rest his head on his chest as he once again entered his wriggling and hungry hole. He gently caressed his abdomen, feeling his member moving within him.
Wang Zihe felt Mo Yi’s hand on his abdomen, searching for something. He hurriedly grabbed his wrist, trying to prevent further action. “He wouldn’t tell you everything, would he?” His voice trembled.
“He did, he said you really enjoy it,” Mo Yi replied. Having discovered what he was looking for, he pushed deep inside him. A barely visible bulge appeared on Wang Zihe’s abdomen, and he pressed down forcefully.
“No… Wait… Ah… ahhh…” As he pressed down forcefully, Wang Zihe couldn’t help but scream. He shook his head and tightly gripped Mo Yi’s wrist to prevent him from moving erratically.
“So, you really do enjoy it,” Mo Yi looked at Wang Zihe’s unusual reaction and couldn’t help but let out a pleasurable, magnetic laughter from his throat. Every time he thrust in, he firmly pressed on that spot on Wang Zihe’s abdomen, and the simultaneous squeezing of the intestinal walls brought him undeniable pleasure, causing him to emit a few moans.
“No… Mmm… I… I’m going to… Ah…” Overwhelmed by immense and desperate pleasure, Wang Zihe couldn’t restrain himself any longer and ejaculated copious amounts of white fluid from the tip of his member, splattering his chest and the bed.
However, Mo Yi did not stop. After vigorously thrusting for nearly half an hour, he finally arched his body and released ropes of his scorching essence as deep as he could.
He held Wang Zihe’s body tightly, panting heavily, relishing the unparalleled pleasure and climax they had just experienced. He turned around and looked at Wang Zihe, who had been fucked so hard that his eyes rolled back and drool dripped from his chin, revealing a faint smile of satisfaction.
But he was not yet satisfied. He then lifted Wang Zihe’s legs, spreading them apart to expose the wanton hole that was still leaking with his fluid. After prolonged pounding and ravaging, it had become swollen and inflamed.
Unable to resist, he reached out and remove the white turbid liquid, revealing the red, undulating folds. The little mouth continued to contract and relax incessantly. He inserted a finger, parting the soft flesh to expose the soft insides. Mo Yi couldn’t help but feel a lump in his throat, his breath catching as he witnessed this. Then, he lifted his still unsatisfied, large member and watched as his reddened and glistening glans slowly squeezed into this twitching little mouth. The wanton hole was stretched wider and wider until it completely engulfed his thick member.
Mo Yi felt the warm, slippery intestinal walls envelope him. After taking a deep breath, he could no longer restrain himself and began thrusting and ravaging with intense force.
The room was filled with the sound of bodies colliding and dissonant moans and gasps. The candle on the table flickered and burned, emanating an intoxicating fragrance, narrating a blush-inducing tale.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night…
!!The End!!
