003 | Chapter 3 - Is it okay now?

—Yes, that's it... Don't stop.

After that terrifying day, Xiaoyue began to care about his health constantly, even reminding him not to stay up late, not to drink alcohol, and not to smoke.

"You little bitch, I'm the godfather of the East Coast." Diaz held a whiskey glass with a few ice cubes in one hand, but Xiaoyue gripped the whiskey tightly. "You're so unreliable... where's my dignity?"

Even though his words sounded like a reprimand, his tone was full of affection. However, in the past few months, Xiaoyue was no longer the obedient and docile doll she used to be!

"No way...! You were unconscious that day, what do you care about saving face?" she said defiantly, pressing tightly against the mouth of the whiskey bottle to prevent Diaz from taking it.

Finally, Diaz put down his glass and sighed heavily, "Fine, fine, I won't drink it, damn it!"

"Why is having a son such a hassle?" he said, but then he pulled Xiaoyue close and kissed her cheek hard, his brown eyes almost overflowing with affection.

"Since you won't let me smoke, drink, or stay up late, this deal is clearly unfair to me." As he spoke, he gently lifted Xiaoyue and led her to the large bed in the postpartum care center. "If you can't come up with the corresponding bargaining chips..."

"Don't blame me for taking over your 'territory,' huh?"

Diaz placed her on the bed, pressed his entire body against her, and held her slender wrists with both hands. With almost pious tenderness, he leaned down and kissed her collarbone, gently as if lighting a fire, but in reality, it was a tempting "transaction".

Xiaoyue has been in postpartum confinement for almost a month, and her physical condition has actually recovered most of the time. The only thing left to do is to avoid "turning on the machine" as a precaution.

"You haven't even finished your postpartum confinement yet... what can I offer you?" She trembled sensitively, her breathing becoming rapid; Diaz's teasing was clearly effective.

But—that's what Diaz wanted to hear.

He smiled slyly and sucked hard on her fair and delicate breasts, leaving a clear, deep purple mark, like a wild beast marking its territory with a bite. He was declaring to everyone that the woman before him was his prey.

"Fool, you think I'm about to get down to business?" Diaz rested his forehead on her shoulder, his voice carrying an almost imperceptible stickiness and vulnerability, before turning up at her with his usual lustful expression.

He paused for a moment, then laughed maliciously.

"That's true, but not to fuck your cunt... but your pretty little mouth." He propped one hand on her ear, rubbing his rough fingertips against her soft lips, his eyes sparkling with longing and desire.

The warm sunlight shone through the curtains, casting dappled patterns into the rooms of the postpartum care center. The corridor was crowded with Diaz's men, but the godfather only wanted to cherish the woman who had given birth to him.

"The doctor said I need to take good care of myself during postpartum confinement so I can have a smooth delivery in the future, so I'm enduring it..." Before he could finish speaking, a strong and domineering kiss came crashing down on him, penetrating as if trying to devour all the oxygen in the world. "But your mouth... is just as good as your vagina."

He breathed heavily, licking and biting his swollen lips as he spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

Those hands were already roaming restlessly over her body, sometimes kneading her full breasts, sometimes gently pinching her still-soft waist, as if even if he couldn't penetrate her, he wanted to push her desire to its highest point.

The sounds of their tongues mingling echoed without restraint, and Xiaoyue's panting blended with his, making it hard to separate them. Only then did Diaz slowly pull down her soft fingertips and place them on his swollen and unbearable desire.

"Now..." he gasped, his voice low and hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

"Let me see your bargaining chips... can they stop me from drinking and smoking, huh?"

After speaking, he rolled over and lay on his back on the bed, looking down at Xiaoyue, waiting for her to make a further move, like a hunter watching his prey fall into a trap, both amused and satisfied.

Before she could even process what was happening, as she struggled to her feet, slightly out of breath and with a burning face, Diaz added another sentence—

"Don't try to fool me, or I'll cut your ass open." Then, with a smug look on his face, he rested his head on his arm, anticipating what would happen next.

Upon hearing this, her already burning cheeks instantly turned red to her ears, and her clear blue eyes widened as if she had heard something incredible.

But she dared not take chances, much less "fool".

Because she knew... this man always kept his word, and she wasn't planning on offering herself up...

Xiaoyue slowly stepped over his long legs and knelt between them. Her swollen lips were slightly parted, her cheeks were burning, and her eyes were hazy. To Diaz, this was undoubtedly the most beautiful and selfless sight.

His beauty compelled him to reach out and brush aside the stray hairs damp with sweat beside her flushed cheeks.

This action made Xiaoyue's heart skip a beat, her face flushed even hotter, and her restless pulse felt as if her body was about to explode. After many months, she had to satisfy this man with her mouth once again.

But now... my mindset is completely different.

Her fingertips trembled as she deftly untied the snakeskin belt, the clinking of metal making her shoulders tremble slightly. Then, pulling down the zipper of her black suit trousers, she could clearly see the hard, spirited desire within, pulsating impatiently like a wild beast beating its cage.

Xiaoyue's throat bobbed, and her clear eyes were gradually overwhelmed by desire, covered with a thin layer of mist. She gently touched the boxer shorts with her fingertips, feeling the frequency of its pulse in her hand.

...Ah, Diaz really wants it, right?

They are waiting for me... to release him.

That hard, hot thing, exuding the strong scent of Diaz... trembled before her as slender fingertips slipped into her boxer shorts and slowly pulled them down.

Diaz's monstrous fleshy blade snapped out with a "snap," nearly hitting Xiaoyue's nose. A pungent, masculine scent wafted from it, and glistening liquid oozed from its full, thick tip.

"...Vincent." Xiaoyue called softly, and the next second her fingertips were already grasping his base, gently touching it with her soft lips.

This action simultaneously stimulated his vision and senses, and his enormous desire seemed to swell even larger, causing him to let out a low, satisfied roar.

"That's right... Call my name, let me know who you're sucking." He raised his chin, his narrowed eyes filled with greed and admiration.

Xiaoyue's lips enveloped his thick tip, her tongue circling the glans. A tingling pleasure, like a gentle electric current, traveled from the base to her forehead, instantly raising goosebumps.

"That's it... hiss... haa—" Diaz narrowed his eyes, reached out and gently stroked the top of her head, letting the soft strands of hair pass through his fingers, then slowly tightened his grip.

"Deeper...fuck..." His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, but his taut muscles were telling how intense the pleasure was, and he couldn't help but thrust his hips in.

"Mmm... Mmm... Glug..." Xiaoyue was pressed down by Diaz's hand, her mouth filled with his thick desire, and her saliva even began to splatter down the root of his penis, accumulating into a small puddle on his abdomen.

He grabbed Xiaoyue's hair, forcing her to swallow and spit out his enormous member in an extreme position, then, panting, commanded in a low voice, "Look... look at me... look at the person you're serving."

When those blue eyes looked at him, a sense of conquering satisfaction welled up inside him. Diaz grabbed the back of her head with one hand, turned her over and pressed her down onto the bed, his waist beginning to thrust downwards uncontrollably.

"Ugh! Di... Ugh!... Ugh!" The continuous deep throating almost made Xiaoyue suffocate. Tears welled up in her eyes due to the gagging reaction, and her blue pupils became glazed as she called out his name in broken voice.

But as if releasing all the desires that had been building up within him for so long, he thrust into her throat with varying depths, breathing heavily: "Ha... relax... um—"

"Open your mouth... um... your horny... throat... yes... hiss... fuck it feels so good..." Diaz, like a beast in heat, rubbed Xiaoyue's breasts, which were beginning to overflow with milk, while desperately swaying his waist, making her small mouth make "plop" sounds.

"Mmm...mmm!" Xiaoyue, whose nipples were being played with, trembled sensitively and let out a difficult moan.

"Very good... Ha... You're going to win this deal... Hmm?" Diaz slowed down a bit, as if to give Xiaoyue a chance to catch her breath, while looking down at her, who was starting to get dizzy from being fucked, with a satisfied chuckle in his voice.

"Mmm... let me cum... cum... I'll do whatever you say..." The white shirt clung to his taut muscles with sweat, making the scene even more shocking. He panted, and the monstrous penis between his legs swelled up in her mouth.

Xiaoyue knew that was a sign of impending ejaculation, and she began to actively swallow and release his desire.

Diaz straightened up, one hand bracing against the wall at the head of the bed, looking down at Xiaoyue as she diligently served him. Her saliva soaked her genitals, creating a mess on her little mouth, which gradually tightened his twisted desire. He once again lost control and began to thrust his hips in.

"Mmm...uh...gurgle...gurgle..." Her blue eyes were overwhelmed by lust, and she looked at him with a thin mist. The sobs that filled the room grew more and more intense. Diaz roughly twisted her hard nipples, feeling the milky white fluid warm on his palm.

"Hmm...uh..." Her eyes grew increasingly glazed, her moans were broken yet pleasurable, and her body trembled frequently as if it too was yearning for climax.

How could this be... just oral sex... just playing with my nipples like that, how could I want this...?

It seems...it seems like we're going...! Diaz looks so comfortable...

"Open...big mouth! Ha...I'm...I'm going to cum!" The movement of his waist intensified, pressing Xiaoyue's head hard against his engorged and near-limit-reaching genitals.

"Fuck...uh-uh—" Then, a thick stream of semen, as powerful as a volcanic eruption, was forcefully poured into Xiaoyue's throat as his lower abdomen tightened.

The scalding, almost burn-inducing fishy smell rushed into her throat, and Xiaoyue felt her body tremble involuntarily. Her legs began to feel sticky and slippery, and her open mouth even felt a kind of soreness and numbness.

But deep down, I felt a satisfaction I had never felt before, compared to the previous times.

As Diaz, panting heavily, withdrew himself from her mouth, drawing out a clear, sticky fluid that dripped down her chin, he gently wiped it away, saying in a tone of tenderness he himself hadn't expected, "Well done...."

Then he leaned down and licked her lips with the tip of his tongue, before forcefully invading her still panting mouth, as if tasting whether there was any of his own bodily fluids left in her mouth.

"...You win, you little slut."

After a long while, Diaz finally released her lips, his low, husky voice filled with languor and satisfaction, and placed another kiss on her cheek.

At that very moment—

"Ring ring ring ring!" The local phone rang in the room, instantly pulling the two who were in the midst of their tender moment back to reality.

Diaz chuckled, his desire, which had already been released once, still seemed unsatisfied and stood erect against Xiaoyue's thigh, full of vigor: "Looks like my son... is hungry too."

But only he knew that beneath this seemingly forceful demand lay a hidden anxiety and unease.

She doesn't need to know about this.