Su Nuanyue was already burning with a feverish desire. Having his member lodged deep inside her without moving was a special kind of torture, and Wang Yue’s rhythmic kneading only intensified the sensation. It felt as if a thousand ants were crawling deep within her folds; the itch was so profound she wanted to scream.

At that exact moment, Wang Yue released his energetic hold on her, restoring her ability to move.

Instead of pushing him away, her first instinct was to arch her hips upward, forcing a small, sliding movement against the thick pillar buried inside her.

However, such a small motion provided no relief; it only teased the ache, driving her to the brink of tears.

Seeing that she was sufficiently primed, Wang Yue leaned down. "Auntie, do you want me to move? Do you want me to fuck you as hard as I can?"

Su Nuanyue had nearly lost all reason, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak yet. She simply gave a frantic, shallow nod.

Wang Yue wasn’t satisfied with a mere gesture. He gave a wicked chuckle. "I’m ’raping’ you, remember? I don’t take orders. Not unless you beg me."

Driven to madness by the friction and the void, she finally broke. "Please! I beg you!"

"Beg me for what?" he pressed, his grin widening.

"Beg you to fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!" she wailed, abandoning the last shred of her dignity.

"As you wish!" Wang Yue laughed. He finally accelerated, his hips driving forward with a violent force as if he intended to pin her through the mattress. He began a savage, relentless barrage of thrusts, plunging in and out of her mature, slick sex.

The relief was instantaneous and overwhelming. Su Nuanyue felt as though every second of her overnight endurance was being compensated at once. She thrust her rounded, heavy hips upward with desperate abandon, meeting every one of his lunges.

Still, Wang Yue wanted more. "Auntie, if it feels good, scream it out. Don’t hold back."

"Mmmph... ahhh... ahhh..." She let out a series of moans, but they were still too restrained for his liking.

He grabbed her shapely legs and pushed them all the way to her chest, folding her body so that her sex was thrust upward and fully exposed.

Then, with a powerful lunge, his member—already buried to the hilt—forced its way past her usual limits and slammed directly into her cervix.

Su Nuanyue had never experienced such a sensation.

A cocktail of sharpness, numbness, and raw ecstasy flooded from her core and surged through her entire nervous system.

It was a threshold of pleasure so high it bordered on pain, causing her mouth to hang open as she drooled onto the pillow, her mind turning into a white void.

"Tell me, Auntie," Wang Yue demanded as he worked her. "Does it feel good? Do you love being fucked by my big cock?"

"So good... you’re fucking me... so good... I love it... I love being fucked... by your big cock..." she answered, her voice a primal drone of honesty.

Delighted, Wang Yue maintained his frenzied pace. "That’s it! If you feel it, say it!"

"Nngh... ahhh... ahhh!" Words failed her as she spiraled into high-pitched, meaningless cries. The climax she had suppressed for an entire night was finally being hammered out of her by Wang Yue’s god-tier equipment.

Feeling her internal walls begin to seize and pulse around him, Wang Yue stopped teasing and delivered dozens of rapid-fire, heavy strokes.

With one final, piercing cry, Su Nuanyue’s body went rigid, her small sex clamping down on him like a vice. A flood of hot fluid erupted from deep within her, washing over his buried head.

Wang Yue shuddered, his own limit reaching its breaking point. He unleashed a massive, thick torrent of seed, pumping it deep into his aunt’s mature womb. The sensation of the internal spray sent Su Nuanyue’s eyes rolling back into her head; she nearly blacked out from the sheer intensity of it.

The climax lasted a full thirty seconds before she finally went limp, collapsing back into the sheets.

"Did that feel good, Auntie?" Wang Yue asked, not even waiting for the afterglow to fade.

She stared up at him with complex, wide eyes. Her body had been completely conquered, and her spirit was teetering on the edge of surrender, but a fragment of her heart still felt a sense of grievance.

Strictly speaking, he had forced his way in. She wanted to summon the strength to scold him, to tell him never to touch her again, but the heavy, rigid weight still nestled inside her made it impossible to be harsh.

After a long silence, she sighed. "I thought you were a good boy. I didn’t know you were such a little wolf. You’ve ruined me."

"But Auntie loves being ruined, doesn’t she? You were just begging me to fuck you harder," Wang Yue teased. "We’ll stay like this forever. I’ll fuck you like this every day, okay?"

At this point, a few gentle words might have fully won her over, but his playful arrogance stung her pride. "Who wants to stay with you? Don’t you dare touch me again!"

Wang Yue didn’t switch to gentleness; he had other ways to ensure her total submission. "Still stubborn? I guess I didn’t fuck you well enough. Let’s go again!"

Without waiting for an answer, he began to pump again inside her freshly climaxed sex.

"Nnngh... you... you wolf... still... still bothering me... ohhh... bad boy... mmm... so good... gentler... please... ahhh... it’s too deep... I’m not... not used to it... too big... mmph..." Whether it was because she had already broken her silence or because the pleasure was simply too great, she began to wail again without any prompting.

His thrusts became a blur of motion. The friction against her tender walls caused her lingering resentment to evaporate, replaced by a searing ecstasy that ground her reason into dust. She wrapped her beautiful legs tightly around his waist, locking him in as she met his thick, brutal lunges.

"Mmm... ohhh... ahhh! It feels so good! Husband... I... I love you!" In her delirium, she even cried out the word "Husband," her usual bashful reserve completely forgotten.

Wang Yue was both surprised and thrilled. He hadn’t expected his shy, lady-like aunt to turn so lustful after just one round.

He didn’t realize that she was using the term intentionally—by calling him "Husband," she could mentally reframe him as her man rather than her nephew, making the pleasure easier for her heart to accept.

Pinning her to the bed, he continued his relentless assault. Su Nuanyue’s voice never ceased: "Good husband... so... good... mmm... big cock... you’re killing me... I love it... my man... take me... fuck me as much as you want... harder... please... harder..."

Hearing her lewd cries filled Wang Yue with a sense of immense pride. To take a quiet, fragile beauty like his aunt and turn her into a wailing, lustful creature was a supreme masculine achievement.

Seeing that her fear and resentment had vanished, he wanted to perfect the experience. He grabbed her legs, separating them and pinning them down toward her shoulders.

In an instant, her body was folded, her heavy hips and engorged sex thrust upward to perfectly meet his strokes.

"Hah... Auntie... so good... I love being inside you," he panted. "Possessing a woman as exquisite as you... it’s incredible."

He slammed his hips forward, the force of his thrusts causing her entire body to slide up and down the bed. Her pale, heavy breasts shook violently with every impact, a sight that kept Wang Yue’s blood at a boiling point. Her flushed, delicate face was a portrait of pure, heart-stopping arousal.