Boundary - Chapter 32 [H]

Gu Yetong nudged the man’s shoulder, signaling him to lie back in his original position.

“Are you sure?” The c*ck brushing against her calf seemed to already know her plan, throbbing eagerly.

“Don’t waste time. I have to go to work too.” She flipped over, pressing the half-resisting man onto the bed. Though her words sounded casual and carefree, Gu Yetong’s heart pounded like a drum.

She was certain she wanted this.

Not to please him, nor to flatter him. Simply because she wanted to understand—how far was she willing to go for Jin Nanting? Was it as much as he was willing to do for her?

Rising from his body, she turned her back to him, parting her legs to straddle his broad, firm chest. Her hands trembled slightly as she untied the drawstring of his sleep pants, freeing the already erect length from its fabric constraints.

This was the first time she had truly, thoroughly observed this beast of desire that always stirred such turbulence inside her. The dark-red c*ck, too thick for her to fully grasp, looked almost menacing—yet it twitched helplessly under her touch, as if even its owner couldn’t fully control it. Playfully, she traced the slit at its tip with her finger, smearing the glistening fluid over the swollen crown before following the prominent veins downward.

The man’s hands gripped her butt*cks, kneading the soft fullness of her curves to adjust her position closer to him. When a wave of wet heat seeped from her folds, Gu Yetong knew she’d lost the upper hand again.

His lips shamelessly sucked at her petals, the sound obscenely loud, his stubble scraping against her delicate, sensitive flesh, sending unbearable tingles through her. His tongue was far more wicked than his fingers—rough and relentless, swirling precisely where she was most vulnerable. Though it couldn’t plunge deep, this assault never failed to leave her dripping, her entrance slick and desperate.

Half of it was the physical pleasure, but the other half… was it psychological?

The thought of his coldly handsome face buried between her thighs, of her most intimate place being invaded in the most primal way, of him greedily lapping up every drop of her honey—

The thought of him, utterly devoted to driving her to ecstasy first.

Gu Yetong couldn’t help but bend down, taking the thick head of him into her mouth.

The man’s movements stilled for a second, a low groan escaping him, his hot breath fanning over her soaked core. Then, his tongue redoubled its efforts, wilder and more insistent than before.

His grip on her thighs tightened, pulling her flush against him, the force making her lose her rhythm more than once, his girth slipping from her lips. But she refused to let him dictate this—after all, this was her first time fully accepting the most private, vulnerable part of him.

She wanted to savor it. To learn everything.

What made him tremble? What made him lose control?

Her own tongue swirled around his tip, her hands gliding up and down his shaft with the help of her saliva, listening to the muffled moans he buried between her legs—just as she muffled her own moans against his flesh.

Until his taste filled her mouth completely.