The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official-Chapter 722: Special Husband

"Husband... husband... I’m going to be fucked to death... husband... go easy on me..."

"Ah... husband... you’re so good at this... so itchy... so satisfying..."

"Husband... hurry and do it... you are... slutty... wife... your... stick... is amazing!"

Zhao Qianyue, who had sworn never to call out ’husband,’ was now shamelessly shouting it.

The increasingly rapid invasion brought her body unparalleled pleasure.

Especially since Lin Fan was now holding her legs aloft, each forceful thrust felt like it pierced her soul, making her call out obliviously.

As the pain subsided and pleasure peaked from the pounding, Zhao Qianyue convulsed intensely. Soon after touching what felt like an electric shock, she spilled over, collapsing onto the chair, spent, while Lin Fan, still eagerly plunging away at her, hadn’t reached his climax.

"Husband... it’s the third time now... when will you be... done? I feel like I’m splitting open down there..."

Grasping her quivering breasts, Zhao Qianyue enjoyed Lin Fan’s thrusts while asking.

"Don’t rush, such fun should be savored."

Although Lin Fan said this, he didn’t dare be too rough. It was her first time receiving his ’baptism,’ and if he went on for too long, she might not be able to walk later. He had to be careful not to raise any suspicions, especially since as it seemed now, she had come to him out of lustful frustration and not by Zhao Chuanchun’s instructions.

"I... I really can’t take any more... please finish quickly... I really can’t..."

Feeling the relentless thrusts of Lin Fan’s ’Iron Pestle,’ Zhao Qianyue begged for mercy.

"Would you please beg your husband to finish?"

Lin Fan said with a wicked smile, pinching her softness as if it were tender bamboo shoots.

"F-buddy, husband... hurry... ejaculate... inside me... please... I beg you."

Under pressure, Zhao Qianyue resignedly pleaded, and looking at her beautiful face, Lin Fan thrust vigorously a couple more times before finally letting go, pouring his scalding heat deep inside her unspoiled Abyss.

"Ah... ah... I’m coming again!"

Zhao Qianyue, unaccustomed to such experiences, convulsed from the heat and the two embraced tightly, mouths entangled as they relished the lingering warmth.

"Is my body good to use?"

After a long while, they parted. Zhao Qianyue, face flushed, keenly observed Lin Fan.

"Of course, it’s good, wet and tight, a real rarity, it even hurt me a bit."

Lin Fan wiped off the sweat on her forehead, recognizing that although they had agreed to keep their relationship purely physical, she seemed to have a tender look in her eyes for him.

"Where do I rank then?"

She wrapped her arms around Lin Fan’s neck, a competitive spark in her eye.

"Just on physicality, definitely top three, but technique-wise, probably the bottom. No worries, I am sure with my patient guidance, you’ll soon be top three overall."

Lin Fan playfully pinched Zhao Qianyue’s nose. She was the first one to agree to a no-strings-attached arrangement before they’d even slept together.

"Annoying, who said I’d let you touch me again... After trying, you’re just okay, nothing special, no better than me playing alone. So I’ve decided, from now on I won’t let you touch me."

Zhao Qianyue looked mischievously at Lin Fan.

"You better think carefully before you decide."

Lin Fan suddenly thrust his hips, driving his ’Iron Pestle’ back into the Abyss.

"Ah... ah... you... how can you still go... I can’t take it... stop... I really can’t... I’ll let you use me in the future, okay?"

Zhao Qianyue pleaded loudly, and Lin Fan finally stopped.

"By the way, you mentioned that Blind Zhou said you wouldn’t be married, but as a young lady of your standing, how can you believe those blind fortune-teller’s words? With your family background and looks, it’s impossible you wouldn’t find a husband."

"Blind Zhou isn’t any ordinary fortune-teller. He’s my father’s military advisor. He foresaw Brother Li You’s troubles, and even with Huo Ben, he advised that Huo could assist my father. His predictions have almost all come true, including those about my studies and health. He’s quite amazing."

Zhao Qianyue, still clinging to Lin Fan, now spoke freely about everything.

"There’s someone like that?"

Lin Fan had heard that officials were often superstitious about the Mystical Sect, and it seemed Zhao Chuanchun was no exception.

"Of course, but he’s not available to just anyone. If you’re curious, we can visit him together sometime, and you can ask for a prediction too. I’m sure my father will want him to check you out."

Zhao Qianyue’s words struck a chord with Lin Fan.

"Alright, I’ll go and ask him if you can still be with me after you’re married."

"No need to ask him; just ask me!"

Zhao Qianyue stuck out her tongue and said, "If I happen to get married, I’ll still be with you. After all, you love playing with married women the most." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Follow current novℯls on f(r)eewebnov𝒆l