Playboy in the City-Chapter 30: Talking to My Husband on the Phone

At this moment, Ma Xiaorong was clinging to Chen Yang like a little koala. Her petite, delicate frame looked utterly tiny against Chen Yang’s tall, powerful build, making her seem almost childlike. The snowy-white mounds of her breasts bounced against his chest, repeatedly flattening with each movement. The intense friction sent waves of stimulation through Ma Xiaorong, leaving her completely immersed in the sensation.

Back at the villa, she had watched with burning envy as Chen Yang fiercely satisfied Xiao Huiyun, pushing her to climax again and again. Now, she was finally experiencing that same state of bliss. It was an exquisite experience beyond description, an extraordinary thrill that her husband had never once given her in all their years of marriage.

BUZZ. The phone vibrated again, spoiling the moment. Chen Yang paused, much to the displeasure of a flushed and thoroughly aroused Ma Xiaorong. She didn’t want him to stop.

"Aunt Xiao Rong, maybe we should see who’s calling?" Chen Yang was annoyed as well. The phone’s persistent ringing was a distraction, preventing him from fully immersing himself in their conquest.

"Mmmph..." Ma Xiaorong moaned softly, taking a ragged breath. "Hah... carry me over to look... but don’t pull out."

Now that she had felt so wonderfully full, she couldn’t bear the thought of that empty ache returning.

"Alright," Chen Yang agreed with a nod. He carried her around the front of the car, stepping toward the driver’s side door.

"Ngh... ah..." Every jolting step he took wrung an involuntary moan from her lips.

When they reached the driver’s door, Chen Yang saw the caller ID and his heart skipped a beat. A wicked thrill surged through him. "Aunt Xiao Rong, it’s your husband calling."

Honestly, Chen Yang had assumed it was a call from the hospital; he never expected it to be her husband.

"Maybe I should pull out first and put you down so you can answer? Otherwise, if he hears us, we’ll be..."

The illicit thrill is exciting, but... Chen Yang was still a little worried. After all, this was his first time doing something like this, and he wasn’t feeling very confident.

"Just what do you think you’re doing?" Hearing his suggestion, Ma Xiaorong glared at him and bit her pearly teeth. "If you dare pull out and put me down, you can forget about ever fucking me again. And I certainly won’t go down on you or take you in my mouth, hmph!"

This...?! Chen Yang’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"What are you so shocked about? Hand me the phone. You just keep doing what you’re doing." Acting as imperious as a queen, Ma Xiaorong not only forbade him from stopping but actually demanded he continue while she took the call.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yang found the idea thrilling but still hesitated. "Aunt Xiao Rong, he’ll hear you! What happens then? I’ll be fine, but what if he hits you? What if he divorces you?"

"Ha, he wouldn’t dare!" Ma Xiaorong scoffed, her beautiful eyes filled with disdain. "Keep fucking me. You’re the one inside me right now, which means *you’re* my husband, not him. Now, give me the phone."

She was utterly fed up with that impotent good-for-nothing. Now that she had Chen Yang, her great treasure, she had no use for that loser.

Chen Yang’s throat went dry. He swallowed hard as he stared at Ma Xiaorong’s crazed expression, and an indescribable excitement surged through him. The thrill was so potent it went straight to his core, causing his dragon root to swell a third larger in response.

"Mmmph..." Feeling his searing, thick heat, Ma Xiaorong let out a soft cry. She bit her lip, then gave Chen Yang a seductive smile. "See? Your little treasure is more honest about what it wants than you are."

"Aunt Xiao Rong, if you insist, then I won’t be polite."

Since Ma Xiaorong wasn’t afraid, Chen Yang, being a true man, had no reason to be either. If she wanted more excitement, he would give it to her.

"You bad boy. Now *that’s* more like a real man." Ma Xiaorong was immensely pleased with his decision. From now on, I have to find all sorts of ways to let him play with me, to make him feel incredible.

Chen Yang bent down, picked up the phone, and handed it to her. Then, he raised his spear and charged into battle once more.

"Ngh... ah..." The long-awaited pleasure surged through her once more. Face flushed, Ma Xiaorong answered the phone with a contented sigh. She kept her voice low. "Why are you calling me at this hour? Don’t you know I’m at work?"

Chen Yang wasn’t completely reckless; he slowed his rhythm and braced himself with his arms to muffle the loud, slapping sounds of their bodies.

"Ma Xiaorong, I don’t give a damn if you’re at work. Transfer me two thousand yuan right now. I’m going out drinking with my friends to talk business. Hurry up."

The man’s voice on the phone was harsh and impatient, showing no concern for her situation at all. Hearing it only made Chen Yang more excited.

Disgust flashed across Ma Xiaorong’s face. She endured the steady assault from below and the relentless waves of pleasure, struggling to keep her voice even. "You... Chen Xiaoguang... ugh... just go ahead and drink instead of doing anything useful. Sooner... mmmph... or later you’ll drink yourself to death, you useless piece of trash... pant..."

"Hah, ’anything useful’? What’s that?" Chen Xiaoguang sneered. "You women don’t know a damn thing. How is a man supposed to do business without drinking? Stop your damn nagging and send me the money."

Ma Xiaorong was utterly repulsed. "’Business,’ ’business,’ ’business’... mmmph..." She bit her lip and took a deep breath. "Ngh... You... you can’t even ’handle’ your own wife... hmph... and you want to talk about handling business? Handle my ass... ngh... ah..."

The raw excitement was too much for Chen Yang. He lost control and slammed into her with extra force, causing Ma Xiaorong to let out a loud, utterly seductive moan she couldn’t suppress.

A cold sweat broke out on Chen Yang’s back. Shit, we’re going to get caught.

"Ma Xiaorong, what the hell are you doing?" Sure enough, Chen Xiaoguang had heard something was wrong.

Chen Yang froze.

"Don’t stop..." Ma Xiaorong pinched him hard, demanding he continue.

I... Chen Yang’s scalp tingled with a terrifying thrill. She wants me to keep going, even after he’s heard us?

"Quick... fuck me..." As if she’d gone completely mad, Ma Xiaorong panted hotly in his ear, urging him on. She didn’t seem to care at all that her husband had just heard her being taken by another man.

Fuck it, Chen Yang thought. He’s already heard us, so what’s there to be afraid of now? With that, he began to thrust with all his might.

"Nnngh... ah!" This time, Ma Xiaorong made no attempt to stifle her cries. She moaned wantonly while speaking breathlessly into the phone. "I... I’m... mmmph... I’m with one of the hospital leaders... ah... he’s fucking me right now... nnngh... ahhh... I’m cuckolding you, you impotent piece of trash... aaahhh!"