Her knees, barely able to support her, rubbed against the sheets, her face buried in the pillow as soft, indistinct moans escaped her lips. Her pale bvttocks met the firm plane of his stomach with each thrust, swaying in alluring waves, flushed a vibrant red from his hand.

Rear entry was a different experience altogether. He could penetrate deeply with little effort, his thick length filling her tight, wet heat completely. Even the slightest friction ignited intense pleasure. His tip pressed aggressively against her innermost point, grinding against the delicate seam of her cervix. 

With each in and out stroke, the ridge of his p3nis grazed the sensitive flesh within, sending shivers through her back and causing her lower body to clench reflexively.

Though her body strained to resist, it only tightened around him, wringing a groan from the man above her. He kneaded her bvttocks, holding her waist against his stomach, pushing deeper until he was fully sheathed, grinding against the soft flesh within.

Chen Huaixu had always been dominant, and that carried over to the bedroom.

Yan Zhen had thought last night was the limit, but this morning he was even more intense, almost as if driven by some unspoken emotion, silent and relentless in his movements.

What had gotten into him so early in the morning?!

The slightly upturned tip of him brushed against a hidden point of sensitivity, and a cry escaped her into the pillow. Her slender waist trembled uncontrollably as her core clenched around him, a flood of slick wetness soaking the sheets.

Another climax.

Her legs shook with weakness. Buried in the pillow, she sobbed, her cries of "Huaixu gege" turning into "Chen Huaixu, you're a jerk!"

Even as she peaked, Chen Huaixu didn't relent, continuing to thrust deep inside. His tip grazed that sensitive fold, pushing upwards with deliberate force, stroke after stroke. Before she could fully descend from the heights of her org4sm, he was stimulating her again, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her, almost beyond control. 

She bit the pillow, crying and moaning, her body trembling. For a moment, her mind went blank, and she thought she might die from the sheer intensity of it all.

The sounds of their coupling echoed in the room, the wet, rhythmic noises a testament to their passionate encounter.

The swollen lips of her entrance glistened, clinging to the base of him, flushed a vibrant, alluring pink. Her hips twitched involuntarily, the muscles within clenching and unclenching around him, making him gasp. He thrust deeper, relishing the exquisite tightness of her core in the aftermath of her climax.

"So deep...mmm..." She slowly regained her senses, breathing raggedly. The depth of his penetration was almost unbearable. Mustering the last of her strength, she tried to crawl away.

As he slowly slipped out, Chen Huaixu didn't rush. He watched her movements, and just as she was about to escape, he caught her waist and pulled her back. Caught off guard, she cried out as he filled her again, his hard tip hitting her deepest point. He resumed his relentless thrusting, her cries breaking into fragmented sounds, "No...no more..."

Waking to this intense, rear-entry lovemaking and back-to-back org4sms was too much for Yan Zhen, still relatively new to such experiences.

"Bear with it," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, yet the words themselves were strangely cold.

She reached back to push him away, but he caught her hand, intertwining their fingers.

He leaned down, pressing her back against the bed, completely enveloping her. He guided her hand to her swaying br3asts, kneading them as he nipped at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. "Do you like me, baby?"

Her mind was hazy with pleasure, willing to say anything. She whimpered, "Yes...I like Huaixu gege..."

"Only me?"

"Mmm..."

Her legs finally gave way, her waist collapsing beneath her. Chen Huaixu withdrew, rolled her over, and lifted her legs, hooking them over his arms before thrusting back inside. He lifted her hips off the bed, leaving only her waist as a point of contact. Each thrust sent tremors through her body, her br3asts swaying like smooth milk jelly. He leaned down, sucking and biting at them.

His swollen sac brushed against her soft mound with each movement, slick with their combined fluids. With each thrust, droplets sprayed onto the sheets, staining them a darker hue.

Finally, the intense lovemaking ended. Chen Huaixu held her close, kissing her, basking in the afterglow. He got up, removed the c0ndom, and tossed it aside. Turning back, he saw Yan Zhen curled up under the covers, small and motionless.

He approached, pulling her from beneath the blankets. As he leaned in to kiss her cheek, she raised a hand to stop him, her voice thick with tears. "Chen Huaixu! I'm not talking to you!"

How could he be so rough in bed!

"Did I break you, baby?" he asked, parting her legs with a serious expression. "Let me see."

She squirmed, trying to hide from his gaze, but she was no match for his strength. Whimpering, he forced her legs apart, exposing her core to him.

Her intimate place was a swollen, glistening red, still stretched from his size, the entrance pale, yet already beginning to tighten. He gently traced the delicate folds, then slipped a finger inside, carefully examining her. Aside from the redness, there were no signs of injury.

But she was incredibly sensitive. Just those two touches with his fingertip were enough to elicit a response. He leaned down, licking and sucking at her, and even with minimal effort, she whimpered, clutching his hair, almost brought to another climax.

It had been a truly decadent morning.