Chapter 358

Chapter 358: Chapter 358

An awkward expression appeared on Chenyang’s face; he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He’d been so busy earlier that he was practically delirious with exhaustion.

He had finally found a moment to sleep, but before he could even drift off to dreamland, he was fucked awake.

Being woken up by a woman having sex with you should be a happy occasion.

After all, every man fantasizes about being woken up not by an alarm clock, but by a woman’s eager ministrations.

But for a guy like him, with his bit of a macho streak, being forcefully woken up by sex in front of two other beautiful women was, no matter how you looked at it, incredibly infuriating.

Seeing Chenyang’s frustrated expression, An Xiaoqing and Liu Yue couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Yan Rongrong, however, was both mortified and furious.

Her original plan had been to slowly get into the mood. That way, she would get off, he would get off, and *then* he would wake up, saving everyone the embarrassment.

But now, not only had she not gotten off, Chenyang had woken up early.

More importantly, the very first thing he did upon waking was mock her.

From childhood to adulthood, from enlisting in the army to founding her own security company, Yan Rongrong had never lost ground to any man, no matter how powerful.

Now, not only had she lost face, but she was also being mocked. How could she possibly tolerate that?

At the thought, Yan Rongrong’s face flushed red as she retorted, "Don’t all you damn men fantasize about being woken up not by an alarm clock, but by a woman’s two mouths?

I’m not only offering myself to you on a silver platter, but I even used my first time to wake you up! I haven’t even complained, so what right do you, a grown man, have to feel wronged?!"

Chenyang raised an eyebrow. "You raped me, and now you’re blaming me for it?"

"I may have forced myself on you, but you enjoyed it, didn’t you?"

"Enjoyed it my ass!"

Chenyang really hadn’t found it pleasurable at all.

In his drowsy state, when he first felt himself being enveloped down there, there was a fleeting moment of comfort.

But as he was drawn deeper inside, the comfort gave way to pain.

Yan Rongrong was not only incredibly tight, but with no foreplay to pave the way, she wasn’t the least bit wet.

It was like trying to force an oversized screw into a tiny hole; not only was the constriction agonizing, but without any lubricant, it felt like his skin was being rubbed raw and the flesh scraped away.

This wasn’t pleasure. It was pure torture.

He glared at Yan Rongrong, annoyed. "Do all you rich girls play this wild? No foreplay, just drop your pants and go for it? Doesn’t it hurt you?"

Yan Rongrong was in a great deal of pain.

But not wanting to let Chenyang see it, she gritted her teeth, straightened her back, and retorted, "Look at you, so unworldly. The pain is what makes it exciting."

Huh?

Upon hearing this, not only did Chenyang frown, but An Xiaoqing and Liu Yue also looked on in astonishment.

"Rongrong, are you serious?"

"The way you were acting just now didn’t look very ’exciting’ to me."

Yan Rongrong said stubbornly, "What do you mean? When you guys are getting fucked and all worked up, don’t your faces contort and you scream your heads off?"

Liu Yue paused. ’That actually makes sense,’ she thought.

But on second thought, she realized that while she might cry out and her face might contort when it felt good, it was never as agonized as the expression Yan Rongrong had been wearing.

"Since you like this kind of excitement, then I’ll be happy to satisfy you."

Just as Liu Yue was about to argue, Chenyang’s voice cut in.

She looked up just in time to see Chenyang sit up abruptly as he spoke, lifting Yan Rongrong with him and getting to his feet.

The movement was as smooth and fluid as flowing water, executed in a single, seamless motion that gave Yan Rongrong no chance to react.

By the time she collected herself, she was already suspended in mid-air.

Her pale, slender legs instinctively hooked around Chenyang’s waist and her hands wrapped around his neck. "You... What are you doing?" she asked, a hint of panic in her voice.

"Giving you that excitement you wanted. Getting you off."

"I... Ah!"

Before Yan Rongrong could protest, Chenyang suddenly began to thrust his hips.

His scorching length swiftly withdrew, only to slam back in. Though it was just a single thrust, the violent impact made Yan Rongrong’s delicate body tremble as she let out an involuntary scream.

She had just barely adapted, or rather, grown numb, to the pain caused by his considerable size.

Now, with this vicious thrust, the pain intensified several times over.

"Stop... stop, it hurts... Ah..."

"Didn’t you say the pain is what makes it exciting? If you’re looking for a thrill, it ought to hurt a little more, right?"

"You... ah... stop! I... I was wrong! Ahh, I don’t want it to hurt! Mmph... Chenyang, please stop! Ugh..."

Chenyang’s response wasn’t verbal; it was an assault even more ferocious than before.

Chenyang cupped Yan Rongrong’s firm, round buttocks in his hands, his hips beginning to thrust, slowly at first, then picking up speed. He wasn’t idle up top, either. He lowered his head to kiss her fair skin, and as her body rose and fell with his rhythm, he timed it perfectly to capture the pink bud of a nipple between his lips.