Playboy in the City-Chapter 29: Almost Reached the Heart

Chen Yang sensed Ma Xiaorong’s palpable desire, so he delayed no longer. He thrust forward like a striking dragon, plunging directly into the lonely depths of her palace.

In that instant, a constricting, wet heat enveloped him completely, making his very soul feel as if it were floating away.

The pleasure was simply incredible.

She was tighter than his aunt, Lin Jingyi, and even tighter than the elegant Xiao Huiyun.

It was likely due to her petite frame; a small body naturally meant a smaller Honey Spring.

As he felt the folds of supple flesh wrap around and suckle his shaft, Chen Yang was filled with satisfaction. His mind, however, couldn’t help but wander to his younger sister, Lin Ruixin. If Ma Xiaorong is this tight... then Ruixin, who has never even had a boyfriend... just how tight would she be? How incredible would it feel to enter her?

Lost in his fantasy, Chen Yang’s desire surged. He couldn’t resist a powerful thrust, wanting to properly experience the tight beauty beneath him. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Ah... it’s too deep..." Ma Xiaorong’s delicate body trembled violently. Her snowy peaks shook as her upper body arched, her lovely face a mask of disbelief as her eyes rolled back for a moment. At that moment, she felt nothing else. The initial, stretching pain of his entry was quickly replaced by a suffocating sense of being completely and utterly filled.

Ma Xiaorong’s cry pulled the fantasizing Chen Yang back to reality. He looked down and immediately saw a distinct bulge pressing up against the fair, smooth skin of her lower abdomen, formed by the head of his member.

"This..." The conspicuous bulge on her pale stomach made Chen Yang’s eyes widen. A powerful surge of excitement and achievement coursed through him.

"Ah... you naughty boy. It’s stimulating, isn’t it?" Having caught her breath, Ma Xiaorong gave Chen Yang a hazy, seductive look. She reached out and placed her small hand on her own protruding abdomen, massaging it gently.

HISS.

Instantly, Chen Yang felt a unique sensation travel from the outside straight to his core. The pleasure was so intense it made his scalp tingle.

As he caressed her snowy peaks, Chen Yang enjoyed the unique pleasure but asked with some concern, "Aunt Xiao Rong, where did I even reach? Am I going to hurt you?"

"You little rascal," Ma Xiaorong shot him a coquettish glare, though her pretty, flushed face was filled with intoxicating satisfaction, showing no sign of actual pain. "You’re so huge, you’ve reached the very back of my palace. Are you trying to burst me? You really don’t know how to show a girl any tenderness."

Chen Yang grinned. "Alright then, I’ll be tender and won’t burst you. I’ll pull out and let you rest for a bit." With that, he made a show of pulling away.

"Don’t, you naughty boy! How could I bear to let you pull out now?" Ma Xiaorong cried out in a panic. She quickly sat up and threw her arms around Chen Yang’s waist, desperate to keep him from leaving.

"Mmmph..." However, her petite body was too soft and pliable. As she rose up, her movement caused him to slide even deeper inside her, making her delicate feet curl up tightly. This alone was proof of the intense pleasure she was feeling.

HISS.

Chen Yang felt his member slide into what felt like a warm ocean, somehow even wetter, slicker, and tighter than before.

"You naughty boy, what are you waiting for? It feels so good, hurry up and take me!" Ma Xiaorong reached out and pinched one of the small nubs on Chen Yang’s chest, making him shudder. "Quickly! Harder! I really can’t take it anymore..."

"Aunt Xiao Rong, here I come."

At that moment, Chen Yang was like a general who had just received his marching orders. He began his conquest.

"Mmm... ah... oh, yes..."

His movements showed Ma Xiaorong what it truly meant to be alive, and what it felt like to be with a real man.

After only a few dozen thrusts, Ma Xiaorong was already weak-limbed and slick with sweat. A deep, rosy blush spread across her crystalline skin. Her hands gripped the interior of the car, leaving sweaty imprints on the surface.

"Quick... I’m about to reach heaven..." Her flushed, alluring face tossed from side to side. One moment she was biting her lip, the next her mouth was wide open, her moans turning into obscene pleas. "Faster... Xiao Yang... fuck me hard... please, faster..."

Chen Yang hooked her slender legs over his arms, his hands gripping her soft waist as he ruthlessly pounded into her wet heat.

From behind, one could clearly see his Black Dragon plunging in and out. It was like pulling a cork from a bottle; each withdrawal stretched out rings of slick, pink flesh. Surrounding this spectacle was a glistening, milky-white fluid that grew more and more copious, eventually dripping down.

The sight was absolutely stunning, enough to captivate anyone’s soul.

Any woman who saw it would be mad with envy, desperate to take Ma Xiaorong’s place.

Any man would be overcome with shame and flee with his face in his hands; Chen Yang was simply that impressive.

BUZZ...

At that moment, the phone on the seat began to vibrate and ring loudly.

The abrupt sound pulled Chen Yang from his frenzied conquest. He paused his assault and glanced at the phone. "Aunt Xiao Rong," he said to the flushed woman beneath him, "your phone is ringing."

"Don’t stop... keep going... ah... I don’t care... hurry... fuck me..."

Lost in a haze of passion, Ma Xiaorong couldn’t care less about the call. Her only desire was to drown in the overwhelming pleasure of Chen Yang’s invasion.

Frustrated by his pause, she moaned and began to buck her hips against him. Her hands moved to her own snowy peaks, squeezing them so hard they changed shape, the veins becoming visible beneath her reddened skin.

"Mmmph..."

As she kneaded her own flesh and rocked her hips, Ma Xiaorong continued to groan, dissatisfied with this slower pace. "Xiao Yang... please... hurry..."

"Coming," he grunted. Ma Xiaorong doesn’t care who’s calling, so why should I?

"Hah... Xiao Yang... don’t worry about the phone," she panted. "We have Sister Xiao’s backing now... even the dean wouldn’t dare to do anything to us... hurry... ah..."

Hearing Ma Xiaorong’s words, Chen Yang understood. Before she could even finish, he was once again a fierce general, charging into the deep palace.

As the phone fell silent, Chen Yang hoisted Ma Xiaorong’s petite, blushing body. "Aunt Xiao Rong, wrap your arms around my neck. Let’s change positions. I’ll hold you up."

"Mmm-hmm..." Utterly dazed with pleasure, Ma Xiaorong was like a pliant puppet. She obediently wrapped her arms around Chen Yang’s neck, her red lips licking at his earlobe.

Chen Yang hooked his arms under the bend of her knees, his hands supporting her rounded bottom. He turned to face the nearby river, a smile playing on his lips as he began to thrust forcefully once more.

"Mmm... ah... ah..." The newfound depth made Ma Xiaorong feel as if his massive cock was about to press against her heart. The satisfaction was absolute.

BUZZ...

At that moment, the phone that had just fallen silent began to vibrate and ring once more...