Boundary - Chapter 3 [H]

Gu Yetong is not easily provoked, and Jin Nanting already knew this on their wedding night. Or perhaps, it was even earlier.

“High mountain flower,” this was how the boys in high school categorized her. Rating and classifying the girls in school was a vulgar hobby of the boys; he despised participating but had heard a bit about it.

Boys of that age mostly seek pleasure, and although Gu Tongye was exceptionally beautiful, she was not on anyone’s list of desirable conquests. This was because she was too intelligent and ambitious, and too aloof and difficult to approach. For young boys—or for most men—pursuing her would be a losing investment.

But once she is teased into revealing her sweet side, she becomes a mischievous little temptress, and he hopes only he will ever know.

The unfamiliar feeling of unease suddenly surged through him, making the man become restless. His movements between her legs became more intense, and he couldn’t help but lower his head to bite her rosy, erect ni*ple. “Gentle… gentle…” The woman’s fingers tangled in his hair, as if trying to pull him away, but the next moment, when he licked the bite mark he had left, she pressed him back against her snowy bre*st.

He looked up with satisfaction at the woman’s dazed expression. The blush on her face, reminiscent of a shy young girl, made his manhood between his legs inexplicably harder.

“Y-you… hurry up…” How intoxicatingly entranced she was by desire, she probably didn’t even realize it herself. Her tearful voice and the irregular contractions of her flower-like core indicated that she was on the verge of climax, but he didn’t want to let her go so easily. Every time he touched her sensitive spots, he would immediately pull back.

He wanted to keep her a little longer, to indulge a bit more.

“Jin Nanting!” The woman, teased, angrily pinched his shoulder and impatiently tightened her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on. The constantly tightening and biting wet flower hole almost made him lose control, yet a part of him still felt unsatisfied.

“At a time like this, do you still want to call me that?” He frowned slightly, displeased, and bit her earlobe.

The slight pain seemed to bring the woman back to her senses, and her watery almond eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at him. “Then… what should I call you?” She raised her chin, “Should I… should I call you Mr. Jin?”

The words that slipped from her luscious red lips were undoubtedly meant to provoke, but mixed with her gasps, they evoked a different kind of imagination in the man’s ears.

“Mr. Jin.” She had never called him that before; even in business settings, she always addressed him by his full name. Pressing his forehead against the woman’s, he could almost see the image of his wife, her clothes half-open, lying on the ebony conference table in his office.

The woman let out a gasp as he quickened his pace, the stimulated climax point releasing more juices and causing her flower to tighten even more. He reached out to support her legs, which had gone limp from exhaustion. As the ultimate pleasure coursed through their spines, they finally surrendered to the overwhelming desire that consumed them both.