The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 162: An Intense Reconnection

Wen Nuan pulled down his zipper, her face flushed, and used her limited theoretical knowledge to bring him pleasure. The silky sensation in her palm made her heart pound like a drum. Wen Nuan closed her eyes, burying her face in his chest, her senses becoming even more acute.

Ye Feimo’s reaction grew more intense, and Wen Nuan’s face was beet red. She felt the "fellow" in her palm seemed to grow even larger, throbbing vigorously. She could clearly feel his pulse, his vitality, and she could barely hold him.

Shyly, she tried to pull her hand away, but Ye Feimo wouldn’t allow it, pressing her hand back. Wen Nuan looked up and glared at him, her shimmering eyes seemingly sending a jolt of electricity through his lower back. He suddenly pressed her down and kissed her fiercely, his grip tightening. With one strong squeeze from Wen Nuan, Ye Feimo let out a muffled groan, almost finishing prematurely, which would have been embarrassing.

She was even more moist inside, able to accommodate his two fingers. Each time Ye Feimo moved, it was heavy and fierce, causing Wen Nuan to gasp repeatedly, drenched in sweat.

"Ye Feimo, stop, let me go..." Wen Nuan didn’t know how to handle this. The fire seemed to be burning her to ashes; she was afraid of this feeling.

And the sensation kept intensifying, making her feel terrified.

"Don’t stop," Ye Feimo’s voice was hoarse and low. He pressed her hand, refusing to let it leave. Wen Nuan felt an urge to incapacitate him, and her movements couldn’t help but become rough. Ye Feimo yelped a couple of times, either from pleasure or pain. Finally, he couldn’t help but lower his voice and say, "Stupid girl, go clip your nails."

Wen Nuan: "..."

"Does it hurt?"

"Duh."

"Serves you right, you beast."

Ye Feimo bit her on the neck. Wen Nuan punched him. They playfully wrestled for a while, and he became even more excited, causing Wen Nuan some pain.

Ye Feimo truly couldn’t hold back anymore. He lifted Wen Nuan’s body, about to push down on him. Wen Nuan caught a glimpse of the outside scenery from the corner of her eye and suddenly patted his shoulder. "Hey, we’re home... No, no..."

Wen Nuan deftly rolled over and quickly put on her clothes. Ye Feimo cursed indelicately. Both of them were tidying their disheveled clothes. Wen Nuan glanced at the prominent bulge in his pants.

Suppressing a smile, she turned her face away. Ye Feimo glared at her. Wen Nuan handed him his jacket.

"Sir, madam, we’ve arrived," the driver said, wiping his sweat, reminding the young couple that they were home. Wen Nuan handed him the **transport card**. They got out of the car, and Ye Feimo quickly pulled her into the apartment building.

The driver shook his head. "Ah, to be young is truly wonderful."

That beast Ye Feimo even wanted to do it with Wen Nuan in the elevator. However, they didn’t expect there to be someone else in the elevator, and this person happened to live on the 34th floor. Ye Feimo used his jacket to cover their disheveled state, staring straight ahead at the 34th floor.

*Unnecessary people, get lost immediately!*

Wen Nuan’s hands were sweaty. Ye Feimo held her hand tightly. She kept her head down, trying to suppress her laughter. Finally, the 34th floor arrived. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Ye Feimo immediately turned, embraced Wen Nuan, and fiercely captured her lips. He kissed her quickly and savagely. Wen Nuan obediently wrapped her arms around his waist. After a long kiss, they reached the 44th floor. Ye Feimo was reluctant, not wanting to leave the elevator.

Wen Nuan pushed him out. He held her against the wall, forcefully embracing her. Wen Nuan was caught between laughter and tears. "Will you die if you wait five minutes?"

"Yes!"

They playfully opened the door. As soon as they entered and turned on the lights, Ye Feimo pushed Wen Nuan against the door, tearing off her clothes and tossing them aside. In moments, she was stripped bare, left only in long stockings. Wen Nuan also helped him undress. It was the first time Ye Feimo had ever desired a woman with such urgency, such intense longing. His movements were slightly rough.

Having been intimate in the car earlier, Wen Nuan’s body was very sensitive and moist. Ye Feimo probed, finding she could accommodate three fingers. Wen Nuan felt a little pain, but the emptiness within her was even greater.

A fire ignited in her body, and only he could extinguish it.

Ye Feimo picked up Wen Nuan, her legs wrapped around his waist. His penis pushed into her moist vagina. Wen Nuan had no experience except for the last time, and her body tensed, constantly squeezing him, as if countless small mouths were sucking him in. The sensation was so good that Ye Feimo let out a low groan, thrusting his hips, impacting deep within her body.

"Ah... ooh..." Incoherent sounds escaped her lips. Wen Nuan’s body convulsed, clutching Ye Feimo even tighter, an indescribable mix of pleasure and ecstasy...

She wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking his lips, and kissed him deeply. Ye Feimo began to ravage her body, each thrust heavier, each impact fiercer than the last.

Wen Nuan’s heart pounded like thunder, her limbs weak, clearly feeling his presence.

Hot, swollen, so distinctly possessing her.

Sweat flew!

Thoroughly indulged.

Ye Feimo unknowingly struck a spot deep inside her, as if touching her softest, most sensitive area. Wen Nuan’s body trembled, convulsing violently. The first time was hazy, but this time she felt it distinctly...

**Pleasure**...

Pleasure bordering on death.

Ye Feimo felt it too and intentionally targeted that spot. Wen Nuan repeatedly begged for mercy. He loved to hear her voice at this moment, as if it had been steeped in seductive water, brushing against his heart.

"Stop, Ye Feimo, spare me..."

Ye Feimo blocked her lips, silencing all her moans with his kiss.

Under his passion, Wen Nuan’s body soared to the dazzling clouds... Ye Feimo wanted to hold back, but her convulsing body squeezed him, her core hot and tight. He let out a low groan and, like Wen Nuan, ascended to the clouds.

They embraced, savoring the afterglow of their intimacy, drenched in sweat. The intense lovemaking drained much of their energy. Ye Feimo let her down. Wen Nuan’s legs were so weak she almost fell to the ground, her fierce heartbeat not yet subsided.

Ye Feimo picked her up and carried her into the living room. They both lay on the wool rug, taking a while to catch their breath. Wen Nuan felt sticky and uncomfortable and remembered wanting to shower. Ye Feimo was even more pleased, picking her up horizontally.

"Let’s shower together."

"I don’t want to. I just want to shower..."

"I want to shower too. What do you think I want to do?" Ye Feimo asked, playing the perfect gentleman.

In the bathroom, the blushing sounds started again. In the misty steam, how could Ye Feimo simply shower? He took Wen Nuan again in the bathroom. She had starved him for so long, of course he had to make the most of it.

Due to their vigorous movements, the water in the bathtub overflowed, leaving the bathroom soaking wet.

Ye Feimo had already had one round, but this time, surprisingly, he lasted a long time, not rushing to finish, thoroughly kissing Wen Nuan’s entire body, igniting her passion, allowing Wen Nuan to fully bloom beneath him.

After dozens of heavy thrusts satisfied his craving, Ye Feimo lowered Wen Nuan’s legs, turned her body in his arms, changing their position. "Change positions. Your turn."

Wen Nuan was mortified...

"I have no strength..."

"I’m not satisfied yet. If you don’t want me to bother you all night, move yourself," Ye Feimo said with a smile. Wen Nuan was furious. This guy was a classic example of taking advantage and then acting innocent.

Ye Feimo’s diverse array of positions in this matter left her dumbfounded. He had already changed positions three times, and now he wanted her to take the lead. Wen Nuan was extremely embarrassed.

She leaned back slightly, bracing herself against his thigh, slowly and awkwardly moving on him. She truly had little strength. This slow, deliberate movement pushed Ye Feimo’s desire to a burning intensity.

He clasped her waist, and as she lowered herself, he thrust violently upward...

"Ye Feimo!" Wen Nuan cried out. Their movements suddenly became wilder, water splashing everywhere. Ye Feimo mischievously ground into that tender, sensitive spot of hers.

Wen Nuan felt an electric current, a mix of soreness and numbness, shoot up her spine. Unable to hold herself up, she instinctively fell backward, her eyes moist. Ye Feimo quickly embraced her back, supporting her. "Is that all you’ve got?"

"Bastard!" Wen Nuan cursed. Ye Feimo picked her up. The bathroom floor was slippery, and Ye Feimo was afraid she would fall, so he carried her out. Midway, he unexpectedly indulged in her body even more before they left, intentionally tossing her up and down as he moved, making Wen Nuan feel a mixture of ecstasy and torture. Back in bed, it was even worse; he bent her legs, pressing them against his chest, making it easier for his beastly actions.

This wonderful sensation left Ye Feimo insatiable, as if he were tasting intimacy for the first time, like an impulsive young man with no control over his strength or passion.

In her semiconscious state, Wen Nuan thought, *he’s not allowed in her bed for at least a month.*

Ye Feimo desired her fiercely. Wen Nuan’s stamina wasn’t as good as his, and after several rounds, she repeatedly begged for mercy. This man was enough of a beast with his clothes on, but without them, he was even worse. She was truly speechless.

Ye Feimo seemed to have learned some vulgar things somewhere. During their intimate moments, he particularly loved to hear them, forcefully making Wen Nuan say them to him. Wen Nuan was too shy to utter them, but he had ways to make her relent.

In such matters, Wen Nuan was truly no match for Ye Feimo. She said all the vulgar things he wanted, even sweetly calling him "good brother" several times. It proved that Ye Feimo wasn’t exactly a good boy who kept his promises.

They continued their vigorous activities until the latter half of the night. He finally let Wen Nuan go. She was utterly exhausted, almost falling apart.

Ye Feimo contentedly held her. Wen Nuan was dead tired, her legs aching terribly. However, Miss Wen was also quite extraordinary; she secretly gathered her strength and delivered a fierce kick, sending the unprepared Mr. Ye tumbling off the bed, then rolled herself into the duvet and slept.

He elegantly got up from the floor, carried Wen Nuan to the bathroom to clean up. Wen Nuan was already hazy with exhaustion. Ye Feimo, being kind, didn’t bother her further. He changed to a new bedsheet and sweetly slept, cuddling his beauty.

Wen Nuan slept until noon the next day. Ye Feimo went to work refreshed, calling Cai Xiaojing to postpone any matters until noon, as Wen Nuan certainly wouldn’t be able to get up. Cai Xiaojing, being a sharp person, immediately knew things had been "unharmonious" last night.

No wonder Ye Feimo had let her leave early. *Sigh... this little white rabbit Wen Nuan was indeed no match for Young Master Ye; she was completely conquered in one night.*

However, for Cai Xiaojing, this was a good thing, and she was naturally pleased. Wen Nuan had nothing planned for the morning; she had a fashion show to attend in the afternoon. She only remembered this when she woke up at noon.

But seeing the hickeys and bruises on her body, Wen Nuan teared up...

*Her evening gowns... how was she going to wear them? Even makeup couldn’t cover them.*

"Sister Xiaojing, I’m sick. Please cancel it." Wen Nuan made zhajiangmian for lunch, and while eating, she called Cai Xiaojing back.

"What’s wrong? I can’t hear any sickness in your voice."

"Anyway, I just can’t go."

"Why? Give me a reason."

"Oh, I can’t wear clothes!"

"Damn it! How intense were you two yesterday that you can’t even wear clothes? Don’t you know you have a fashion show to attend this afternoon? Couldn’t you have been gentler when you were doing it? Didn’t you know not to leave marks?!" Cai Xiaojing exploded, and Wen Nuan burst into tears.

*Sister Xiaojing, do you have to be so direct?*

Besides, was this her fault?

How could it be her fault?

"Anyway, I just can’t go, Sister Xiaojing. Figure something out. Mmm, that’s it. I’m so hungry; I need to eat. You’re busy, you’re busy." Wen Nuan hung up, chuckling.

She had only taken two more bites when the phone rang again. Wen Nuan answered, "Sister Xiaojing, I’m really not going. Please don’t make me embarrass myself, okay? I want to rest at home!"

There was a dress code for the fashion show that she simply couldn’t wear. Even if she didn’t wear the prescribed clothes, which formal gown could cover her from head to toe? With her arms exposed, people would know exactly what she was up to last night.

"Where are you going?"

Ye Feimo’s habitually cool voice rang out. As soon as Wen Nuan heard the culprit, anger flared up. "You blockhead! It’s all your fault! You made me unable to attend the event. I have another banquet to go to tonight, Ye Feimo, I hate you, ah, ah, ah..."

"There’s an ointment in the drawer. Apply it, and the marks will disappear by tonight."

"Then why didn’t you help me apply it yesterday, damn it!"

"It’s good you’re not attending. Had enough rest? What are you eating?"

"Zhajiangmian."

"I want some too!"

"Have your secretary buy it for you."

"I want to eat the same as you."

"Have your secretary buy it for you."

"Ah, my stomach hurts so much."

Wen Nuan: "..."

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