Saving the overbearing CEO

Wen Qinxi curled his toes gasping for air being tormented like this. He was desperate for Qie Ranzhe to do it again but it seemed this man was keen on teasing him.

As though he knew what Wen Qinxi was thinking he slowly thrust his hips while sucking on the ripe cherry making Wen Qinxi groan in pleasure. The pain was still there but the pro overshadowed the con by leaps and bounds.

"Faster Ran-ge... ohh fuck!" he said with his rational mind tossed out of the window ages ago.

Qie Ranzhe stopped teasing his nipple and towered over his lips saying, "Call me daddy and I will give you what you want."

"Fuck me, daddy," he said successfully rousing the docile beast. Qie Ranzhe's thrusts became faster with a blush-inducing pa pa pa sound permeating the air. Coupled with the heavy pants and lewd groans from both of them it sounded like audio from an adult video.

Qie Ranzhe held his lover's legs in place pounding him hard. The pleasure he felt from this was beyond his expectation. Like a growing addiction, he couldn't get enough of this sweet taste and wanted to make it last as long as possible.

He withdrew his member from that warm comfortable place and untied the apron from the bedpost while stroking Wen Qinxi's arousal. Wen Qinxi wanted to complain that he wasn't full when his cock was gently stroked as though comforting him.

After freeing him, Qie Ranzhe placed his head in between Wen Qinxi's cuffed hands before picking him up and getting them both off the bed. Wen Qinxi was absolutely frightened but he didn't have time to get used to it when Qie Ranzhe helped wrap his legs around his waist before thrusting deep inside him.

Wen Qinxi's eyes almost rolled to the back of his head at that moment. He buried his head in Qie Ranzhe's shoulder acclimating to the feeling of being drilled in this position. He was overwhelmed by a surge of euphoria as he clung tightly to Qie Ranzhe.

Qie Ranzhe stood tall each thrust more powerful than the next with each of his hands cupping Wen Qinxi's butt cheeks. The two of them fully engaged in their desires kissing and sucking on each other's lips with their skin laced with a layer of sweat from their lecherous behaviour.

"Ah~ ohh daddy... don't stop....mmmh," were the lewd sounds that drove Qie Ranzhe insane. He continued to diligently pamper his wife with the bell jiggling with each thrust. Wen Qinxi felt a buildup of erotic tension with his lover constantly penetrating inside him teasing his erotic zone seeking an outlet.

He slowly sank into the feeling as his muscles tensed up. Qie Ranzhe felt the man in his hands stiffen and held on to him tightly letting him succumb to the peak of sexual excitement. "Ahh..... I'm ngh~..... ohh," breathlessly spoke Wen Qinxi as he convulsed shooting a lot of thick white liquid.

Wen Qinxi's body soon relaxed as he lay limply in Qie Ranzhe's arms. His breathing slowed down a little but he didn't have enough time to catch his breath before he was slammed on the bed. Qie Ranzhe kissed him with a hint of urgency in his actions.

He immediately turned him over and wordlessly thrust into him from behind. His hands rubbed the slippery cum from just now all over Wen Qinxi's abdomen as he plunged into him like a starved animal that finally got to have a meal.

Wen Qinxi felt his mind turn into mush with his IQ taking a hit as he fully indulged himself. Qie Ranzhe sucked on his back leaving behind his mark as he swung his powerful waist. The two of them had no recognition of the words overdoing things as they played with each other endlessly.

Wen Qinxi even brazenly attempted to ride his lover which was an experience on its own. He groaned as he took his lover's full length straddling him. Qie Ranzhe enjoyed this position very much because he could clearly see his lover's expressions and sexy body shimmering under the morning sunlight.

This nerd was the very definition of the word temptation. He ran his hands through his long hair and along his body moving up and down as he rode that dick to satisfaction. Qie Ranzhe couldn't help but compliment him. His love for the man grew even stronger at this moment.

Wen Qinxi provocatively swallowed Qie Ranzhe's middle finger while staring at him with a randy gaze. He had completely forgotten who he was dealing with. This overstimulated Qie Ranzhe so much that he switched their positions viciously thrusting into him till Wen Qinxi started pleading for mercy. He was fully aware of the consequences but still provoked him.

Pa Pa Pa sounds and low whimpers echoed in the room for twenty more minutes until a deep groan from a satiated beast permeated the air. Even then it wasn't game over yet.

Wen Qinxi's wrists were uncuffed and he naively thought it was over but five minutes later the moans and groans started again with his enthusiastic boyfriend making them try out new positions he had never thought were humanely possible. It would be a miracle if he could get out of bed for the rest of the day.

While Qie Ranzhe was rolling in between the sheets with his nerd, Mama Wen who had no idea that his family's cabbage had been eaten was carrying bags of vegetables for her spring festival dishes when an expensively dressed woman blocked her path. She was about to politely excuse herself when she saw that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

It had to be Qie Ranzhe's mother and nobody else. "What are you doing? Collecting toll fees for the pavement," she said trying to walk past her. She didn't have any beef with Qie Ranzhe's mother but that hickey she saw a few days ago was still fresh in her mind. If she can't take it out on the culprit then she would take it out on the closely related person.

Dai Lee wasn't here to pick a fight. She was here to share her worries with someone and who else would be more suitable than the person she was riding the same boat with? Those two boys had traumatized her so much that she had parked at Mama Wen's apartment for hours waiting for her to come back.

She blocked her path again and said, "Skirt..... your son..... he was wearing a tiny skirt," with a brittle voice like she was going to cry.

"Damn it! I knew I should have locked my closet when he was five," murmured Mama Wen recalling Wen Qinxi's shenanigans with her husband when he was five. She caught one of them wearing her blouse as a dress and the other pouting his lips while his son put on lipstick. Now it seemed the ghost of Christmas past had come to haunt her.