Chapter 40: Faster! Don’t... Stop
It felt so incredibly good.
Qin Fei’Er felt it deep in her soul. This indescribable pleasure was several times more intense than what she’d felt even when she first married her husband!
This feeling—so comfortable, so stimulating, so blissful—caused the resistance deep in her heart to slowly begin to waver.
Meanwhile, her long-accumulated loneliness and emptiness expanded rapidly and infinitely, like a black hole.
In the blink of an eye, it completely devoured her sanity.
’Weiwei just went into the bathroom. Even if she’s just taking a quick shower, it’ll be twenty-something minutes at least.’
’That’s plenty of time. If we’re quick, it should be enough to have some real fun.’
’Besides, if I cover my mouth and try not to make a sound, my son and daughter-in-law probably won’t find out.’
Lost in a haze of passion, Qin Fei’Er began to rationalize, indulging in fantasies to comfort herself.
With her psychological inhibitions gone, her resistant body gradually began to relax.
And as her delicate hand covered her red lips, she arched her sweet hips, shifting from being passive to actively welcoming his advances.
"Mmm... Xiaochen, you’re so amazing."
"You’re... you’re so deep. I feel... not only have you filled me up, but ah... you’re touching the very back."
Qin Fei’Er had originally intended to cover her mouth and enjoy it in silence.
But as Chenyang’s assault from behind grew more ferocious, the pleasure she felt was simply too exquisite to bear.
She couldn’t help but start whispering praise, bone-melting moans escaping from between her fingers.
For any man, there is no greater encouragement than the praise of a beautiful woman!
Especially during sex. It’s like giving a man a shot of pure adrenaline.
Though he was already giving a hundred percent, his performance instantly skyrocketed to two hundred percent!
He held his breath, stopped kneading her, and instead just tightly gripped those tender, soft peaks under her nightgown.
Qin Fei’Er was very cooperative, tilting her head back and arching her hips.
In this perfect position for taking her from behind, it was as if she had become a cannon mount for Chenyang, allowing him to put his full power into each thrust as his assault reached its peak intensity.
Each impact on her pale, tender buttocks made a loud, slapping sound. SLAP. SLAP.
And the noise grew louder and louder.
After only twenty or thirty thrusts, waves of tingling pleasure erupted from deep within Qin Fei’Er, spreading like wildfire through her entire body.
"Ah... Xiaochen, faster, I’m... I’m about to come. Mmm, yes, just like that, faster, harder..."
Sensing the rapid contractions of her secret passage, Chenyang didn’t disappoint Qin Fei’Er. He put the pedal to the metal, pounding away like a pile driver.
The sound of their bodies colliding grew louder and louder.
The moans escaping from between the fingers of Qin Fei’Er’s delicate hand grew increasingly high-pitched.
But now, she could no longer be bothered about whether Li Qiang and Lin Xiaowei would hear any of this.
Qin Fei’Er had only one thought in her mind.
Harder!
For Chenyang to ravage her with all his strength.
She wanted to experience that blissful feeling of soaring among the clouds.
At this moment, nothing else mattered.
"Faster... harder."
"Don’t... don’t stop. Faster. Ugh, ah... I’m gonna..."
Qin Fei’Er urged him on, and Chenyang gritted his teeth, pushing his pace to the absolute maximum.
But just at this critical moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.
DING DONG~!
The abrupt sound was particularly piercing in the otherwise quiet living room.
Chenyang froze, the momentum he’d been holding back instantly dissipating. "Aunt Qin, someone’s here."
Qin Fei’Er was on the verge of ecstasy and couldn’t care less. She reached a small hand behind her, pressing hard against Chenyang’s waist.
Her other hand was pressed over his on her nightgown, manipulating his large hand through the thin fabric and forcing him to knead her harder.
"Don’t... don’t mind them. It’s probably a delivery. You... hurry up, I’m about to come."
"Are you sure we should ignore it?"
"Yes, now hurry and fuck me. Fuck me hard, hurry..."
Where was the high-and-mighty bearing of a powerful career woman now? Qin Fei’Er had lost every trace of it.
Her pleading eyes and the way she actively thrust her hips to meet Chenyang’s movements were identical to the pretty young widow from the west side of his village. After being widowed for many years, she had caught a glimpse of Chenyang’s impressive ’assets’ in a cornfield not long ago and had pounced on him just like this!
The two of them had gone at it in that cornfield with earth-shattering intensity.
Chenyang would never have expected that petite, delicate widow to have such powerful stamina.
If not for his own impressive endowment, he feared he might have had a hard time walking out of that cornfield that day.
Even so, he had still left clutching his aching back.
Now, Qin Fei’Er’s desperate craving was just as intense as that pretty widow’s had been—if not more so.
Chenyang took a sharp, silent breath.
A woman this horny had to be conquered with the most absolute, overwhelming force!
With that thought, he recomposed himself.
"Aunt Qin, I’m going for it."
"Hurry... ignore what’s outside. We almost never have visitors. Now hurry and fuck me, fuck me hard."
"Alright, I—"
BEEP! CLICK!
Before Chenyang could finish his sentence, before he could even push all the way back in, the sound of a correct passcode being entered echoed from the front door, followed by the click of the lock disengaging.
As the heavy security door was pushed open, several beautiful, young married women, all dressed in sexy and revealing outfits, filed in one after another!