The beautiful CEO falls in love with me
Chapter 579 - 560: Zhao Zimo

Chapter 579: Chapter 560: Zhao Zimo

Ye Chen finally sat on the toilet lid, then pulled Ms. Yan into his embrace, ceaselessly kneading the two full mounds on Ms. Yan’s chest in an all-out manner. Ms. Yan was left tingling all over by Ye Chen’s actions, moaning and gasping non-stop. However, it was exactly Ms. Yan’s reactions that fueled Ye Chen’s ardor, prompting him to keep kneading and nibbling.

Finally, Ye Chen wasn’t satisfied with just the actions of his hands or mouth anymore. He picked up Ms. Yan, who seemed to understand Ye Chen’s intention. She stood up slightly, then reached out to guide Ye Chen’s enormous member, and slowly began to sit down.

Ye Chen felt a wave of warmth and wetness, a slippery sensation followed by a supremely snug embrace enveloping his little guy. He couldn’t help but thrust his lower abdomen fiercely.

Hissss...

Ms. Yan immediately drew a sharp breath. Ye Chen’s movement had crossed her threshold of endurance. The fact that such a large member had been slowly squeezing in had already caused Ms. Yan considerable pain. So, she had been carefully controlling the rhythm and speed, not expecting Ye Chen to suddenly thrust like that, eliciting a sharp pang of pain from her.

"Ms. Yan, are you alright?" Ye Chen hurriedly asked.

"I’m... I’m fine!" Sweat beads had already formed on Ms. Yan’s forehead, a testament to Ye Chen’s thrust.

After that, Ye Chen’s motions became much gentler, slowly sliding in, then softly pulling out. His movements were tender and mild. Everything was so slow, and after a moment, Ms. Yan seemed to have grown accustomed to the intensity and finally breathed a sign of relief, saying, "You can go faster now, I’m ok!"

"Alright!" Ye Chen nodded, and although Ms. Yan said he could speed up, he didn’t immediately increase his pace. The pain Ms. Yan experienced from his earlier action meant he had to be more gentle.

Ye Chen’s slow motions brought him no surge of pleasure. Ms. Yan cooperated, doing her best to rock her hips.

Then, Ye Chen’s speed picked up and soon, the restroom echoed with a symphony of rhythmic slapping sounds. Each of Ye Chen’s thrusts reached deep into Ms. Yan’s core, making her feel a powerful surge moving toward her lower abdomen. Of course, after getting used to it, Ms. Yan also began to feel waves of pleasure. This sensation stemmed from the fullness that came with every one of Ye Chen’s thrusts, and the comfort of touching that sensitive spot.

"Ah... no, no!" Ms. Yan cried out time after time, but Ye Chen well understood that Ms. Yan’s cries of refusal were in fact a plea for him to exert himself even more. With an evil smirk on his lips, he placed Ms. Yan on the toilet lid, then, with hands gripping her slender waist, entered from behind. Ms. Yan braced herself with her hands against the lid, her perfect body’s curves clearly visible in the mirror behind.

This position, doggy style, was Ye Chen’s favorite—not only could he go deeper, but he also relished the perfect force of impact. This posture, of course, held significance for women as well. Deeper penetration meant greater contact with sensitive areas. Though it might seem minor at first, with enough repetition, a woman would naturally come to feel it.

"Wow, this is fantastic!" Ms. Yan cried out licentiously. Ye Chen became even more stimulated, thrusting again and again, wave after wave.

Slap slap slap...

The restroom filled with the crisp sounds of impact, sounds that Ye Chen found extremely pleasing. He loved the sensation, the sound of each collision, and the feeling of perfect unity.

Ms. Yan’s legs were nearly sore, yet Ye Chen continued his frenzied thrusting.

"Ye Chen, I’m so tired!" Ms. Yan bit her lip, the intermingling feelings of pain and pleasure were gradually changing; the pain slowly became more dominant, tipping the scales. So, Ms. Yan was starting to falter.

"Let’s change positions!" Ye Chen immediately lifted Ms. Yan up with his bare hands, hooking her legs around him, their private parts still joined. Ms. Yan wrapped her arms around Ye Chen’s neck, hanging on him like an ornament. Ye Chen, holding Ms. Yan, resumed the staccato rhythm of impacts.

This position was challenging, demanding considerable arm strength and balance from a man. Not only did it require the strength to lift a woman with ease, but also maintaining balance for them both. Although this posed a difficulty for many men, for Ye Chen, it was a piece of cake. The penetration was deeper and more forceful, as the woman’s entire body weight converted into potential energy.

Ye Chen, still holding Ms. Yan, moved out of the room while thrusting and gently placed her at the edge of the bed, her legs over his shoulders. This position was the most relaxing.

"Ah, Ye Chen, I... I can’t take it anymore!" Ms. Yan exclaimed as a wave of heat surged from within her.

Ye Chen felt a scorching heat engulfing him, and he immediately took a deep breath because the wave of heat brought him an indescribable sense of comfort. Soon, Ye Chen could no longer hold back, and taking advantage of the approaching climax, he used almost all his strength, and then came a burst of frantic thrusting.

The slapping sounds, along with Ye Chen’s strength, made Ms. Yan feel a painful smacking against her thighs and buttocks.

Following that, Ms. Yan felt a throbbing inside her, then a wave of intense heat spread wildly within her body. Ms. Yan understood that Ye Chen had poured all his essence into her. She closed her eyes and a smile appeared on her lips; she had finally achieved an unprecedented level of relaxation and quickly fell asleep because she was just too exhausted and needed a break.

Since fleeing continuously since last night, Ms. Yan had not had a proper rest. And now, after going at it with Ye Chen for an entire hour, that one hour had left Ms. Yan utterly drained, so much so that even her mild germaphobia couldn’t stop her from succumbing to sleep, with no energy left to clean up the mess flowing out of her body.

Ye Chen looked at the beautiful Ms. Yan at the bedside, even in her deep sleep, she still appeared so beautiful and charming.

Watching Ms. Yan enter deep sleep, Ye Chen gently kissed her forehead, then stood up from the bedside, washed up in the bathroom, dressed, and quickly left Night Color Bar.

Ms. Yan’s safe return provided Ye Chen with a temporary peace of mind, and he lived peacefully for a few days in Jianghuai City.

However, just as Ye Chen was busy integrating Black Water Security Company with Si Yang Group’s assets, a message came from Leisure City. The Doomsday Family and the Chaikefu family had visitors. Representatives from both families had set off towards Leisure City, and Ye Chen’s heart tightened. Regardless of the other party’s intentions, the fact that they were heading to Leisure City meant he had to return immediately.

Without any hesitation, Ye Chen flew straight from Jianghuai City to Shanghai, then from Shanghai to Leisure City. On the journey, Ye Chen was alone, except for the persistent entanglement from the young lady Zhao Zimo after he arrived in Shanghai, spending the rest of the time alone in contemplative silence.

Ye Chen believed that the Doomsday Family and Chaikefu family must have already learned of the Old Patriarch’s passing, so as the new leader of the Luo Sijue family, it was inevitable that the other parties would exert pressure on him. Ye Chen was completely prepared, no matter how much pressure they applied, he could not compromise.

After arriving in Leisure City, Zhao Zimo said to Ye Chen, "Clan Leader, is there something important for your return?"

"We have guests today, so I had to rush back to welcome them!" Ye Chen said with a light smile, pinched Zhao Zimo’s nose, and said, "Alright, off you go!"

"Okay!" Zhao Zimo nodded hastily and said, "When you’re done, you have to come to play with me!"

Ye Chen did not respond and took a car directly to Castle Mountain. On the way, the guards did not stop him—Ye Chen had now been elevated to Clan Leader, no longer the prospective heir of old. The Clan Leader wielded supreme authority in Leisure City, in contrast, an heir differed little from ordinary people in Leisure City, standing just slightly higher in status. This was why, in the past, Shen Haotian and Li Jie had long coveted the position of Clan Leader.

Upon arriving at the mountaintop, the old butler Jack hurried out to meet him—this old butler had served three generations of Clan Leaders, and he was indeed a major contributor within the Luo Sijue family. He respectfully said to Ye Chen, "Clan Leader, you have returned!"

"Yes, where are the guests?" Ye Chen asked with a smile.

"They arrived not long ago and are waiting in the hall!" the old butler hastily replied.

"Take me to them!" Ye Chen nodded.

Led by the old butler, Ye Chen soon saw the several people in the hall. The identities of the two men sitting on the sofa were impossible to discern. The man wearing the Facebook mask was the assassin who killed Li Ruo’s father, Li Tianya. The other middle-aged man with a European face must be the Clan Leader of the Chaikefu family.

"Gentlemen, my apologies for not meeting you sooner, a regretful oversight indeed," Ye Chen quickly bowed his hands in greeting.

"Haha, Ye Clan Leader, you’ve finally arrived!" the two seated men and their entourage turned to look at Ye Chen. Ye Chen’s eyes were sharp, spotting Shen Haotian right behind the man with the mask; this bastard had been living comfortably for so long, so it turned out he had sought refuge with the Doomsday Family. Ye Chen curled up a grin, but behind the European man from the Chaikefu family, he spotted an unexpected person—Yun Qi.