Under the Dusk - Chapter 17 [H]

Xu Xing finally gasped for breath.

It was manageable when he was holding back, but once his throbbing member was inserted into the h*le, the tender inner walls completely enveloped him. Xu Xing couldn’t hold back any longer and fiercely thrust in and out a couple of times. His hands, which were gripping her chest, also exerted force, directly tearing open the buttons on her clothing. Zhao Ci’s snow-white bre*sts were finally exposed to the air, their crimson ni*ples trembling and standing erect, being roughly kneaded and crushed by Xu Xing’s hands, then taken into his mouth, while his lower body quickly thrusting and grinding inside her.

“Ah…” The tightly constricted walls were once again split open. Zhao Ciqin should have felt satisfied, but the thickness of the flesh rod was far greater than his fingers. This excessive stimulation directly numbed her pleasure, replaced by a terrifying sense of oppression, especially since her feet couldn’t reach the ground and could only push against the air.

“Xu… Xing,” she looked up at him, each word trembling, “put me down first.” Unexpectedly, Xu Xing directly slapped her on the bu*t, then supported her hips, slightly lifting her, pulling the flesh buried deep inside her body out just enough to rest at the entrance.

That feeling of being forcefully penetrated finally eased, and before Zhao Ciqin could catch her breath, she heard him say, “You’re quite easy to handle.” Immediately, the hand that had been supporting her but*ocks released, and the sudden drop in gravity made her fall helplessly. Her little h*le clamped down on the throbbing shaft once more, completely splitting her open again.

Slap! The shaft soaked in lustful juices directly hit her entrance, the delicate petals seeming to be whipped, the electric pleasure spreading rapidly. Zhao Ciqin’s entire body felt blood rushing to that part, the inner passage continuously contracting, wildly sucking on the shaft, and with a whoosh, it soaked through with a wave of hot lustful liquid.

——She climaxed. But Xu Xing not only continued thrusting indifferently, he also started carrying her around. As his member repeatedly penetrated her deepest spot, Xu Xing’s arms tightly held her, as if not giving her any chance to escape.

The sounds of water, thrusting, gasping, and Zhao Ciqin’s low whimpers as she was pushed to the limit intertwined and echoed throughout the living room. Zhao Ciqin was completely exposed, and to prevent herself from falling, she wrapped her arms around Xu Xing, her full bre*sts pressing against his chest without any restraint, unaware that this would only lead to even more frenzied thrusting. The soundproofing here isn’t very good; it might be heard. She suddenly thought. Zhao Ciqin instinctively pressed her lips together, but as the sensation layered upon itself within her body, the urge to whimper was unbearable.

Fortunately, at this moment, Xu Xing stopped thrusting violently. He suddenly, in this position of their bodies connected, quickly carried Zhao Ciqin into the bathroom and pressed her against the wall. The still throbbing and heated member finally withdrew, and the pressure in the h*le was greatly relieved, leaving only the inner walls trembling and contracting. “Qin Qin, turn around,” Xu Xing’s tone sounded like he was enduring something.

Zhao Ciqin didn’t react. Her brows and eyes were already beautiful; her eyes, nose, and even her slightly red lips without makeup were perfect and beyond reproach. At this moment, a strand of hair fell over her eyes, her eyelashes were stuck together by tears, and her skin was exceptionally porcelain white, giving off a hint of fragility that made one want to bully her at will. Xu Xing looked at her deeply.

He immediately grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around. The wall in front of her was now cold. Zhao Ciqin couldn’t help but call out to him, “Xu Xing…” Xu Xing said, “Hmm, turn around and lie down.” “Is that okay?” he asked again.

Zhao Ciqin’s body trembled as she obediently leaned against the wall. Xu Xing whispered in her ear, “Lift your bu*t.” How to lift it? Zhao Ciqin instinctively hesitated, but the next moment, Xu Xing directly molded her hips into an elevated position, and then his scorching member re-entered her from behind—

As Ruan Shu lay in bed, she thought drowsily about how she ended up in bed with Ji Yan, but she had to admit that this feeling was indeed very pleasant. Somewhat strange.

Her body was still wet, the crevices slick and slippery, and the sensation he left behind seemed to linger, impossible to shake off.

After arriving at the hotel, Sang Wanning started removing her makeup. Halfway through her shower, someone called her. Ruan Shu urged her to answer. Sang Wanning, through the frosted glass door of the bathroom, said, “Ignore him.” It was obvious it was Qi Sizheng.

They have been like this since high school, always arguing endlessly over the question of “Do you really love me?” but neither of them are willing to back down and say “I love you” first. However, Ruan Shu knows that Qi Sizheng’s biggest regret in life is not attending the same university as Sang Wanning. Even if Sang Wanning came to Kanyang now, he couldn’t take the next flight to chase after her. …Young couples are really annoying.

So it’s great not to be in a relationship.

Ruan Shu fell back onto the bed. They left a night light on for her. After Sang Waning came out, she went to the living room to dry her hair. She had booked a suite with a double bed. The sound of the phone call gradually faded, probably because she went to the balcony in the living room. This was Ruan Shu’s first-time experiencing insomnia. It turns out that the feeling of not being able to sleep is actually because of missing someone.

And coincidentally, the other person wasn’t asleep either.

Ji Yan opened WeChat and saw the chat interface flashing with “The other person is typing…,” so he called her.

“Hello.” She mumbled under the covers, her voice barely audible, like a small animal’s whimper.

Ji Yan chuckled, “Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“I… can’t sleep.”

Always thinking about the scene from before.

The dimly lit bedroom, the hurried breaths, his hot lips and tongue on her, their bare skin tightly entwined, Ji Yan took off his pants and said he wanted to f*ck her. Just thinking about it makes her wet. The ni*ple he bit is also hard; Ruan Shu closed her eyes and touched it, her heart racing.

I don’t know if he’s smoking, but it seems like he’s biting something and laughing softly. In fact, Ji Yan has already arrived home. The living room is still the same, and the bedroom looks just like it did when she left earlier, except the bed is a bit messy. Ji Yan picked up the hair tie she dropped earlier from the floor.

Wearing it on his wrist, it was a bit tight, so he took it off and placed it on the bedside.

“Were you thinking of me?” he said casually.

He asked in an extremely natural manner, not caring whether she would be shy or not, because this question was probably meant for himself.

He missed her a lot.

Ji Yan lay in the place they had just been, his fingertips touching a spot, rolling his throat with a laugh. Ruan Shu asked him why he was laughing.

He said, “You wet my bed. So much water. A patch of wetness, and it hasn’t dried yet. The air still faintly carries your scent.”

Ruan Shu’s cheeks began to heat up again, and she said, “It wasn’t me who wet it…”

“Hmm, it was me.”

He shouldn’t have kissed her like that, touched her, and rubbed his genit*ls against her thighs; every move felt like he was trying to devour her. Just thinking about it made him hard again, his erect p*nis pressing uncomfortably against his underwear.

Ji Yan let out a seductive moan, imagining himself thrusting into her little h*le, and called out, “Ruan Ruan.”

A current crawled from the base of her ears, spreading throughout her body. It felt like something in Ruan Shu’s mind had exploded, and she cautiously squeezed her legs together, letting out a soft “mm,” afraid that Sang Wanning would return at that moment.

Ji Yan said, “I want to fuck your little h*le.”

Ruan Shu’s body felt even hotter, her pores seemed to be opening up, and the blanket was stifling. She could only breathe through her mouth in small, rapid gasps, sweating a bit.

“Yan Ge…” she wanted to say, Yan Ge, please don’t say those things. But deep down, she was faintly excited, hoping he would say more.

Ji Yan asked, “Did it feel good just now? Touching your bre*sts with my hands, and licking your l*bia.”

Ruan Shu nodded, wanting to say it was comfortable, but then realized he couldn’t see it at all.

So she said, “Very comfortable.”
Ji Yan asked again, if she wanted it next time.

She said yes. “Yan Ge.”

“Hmm?”

He didn’t expect her to moan; Ji Yan’s movements with his c*ck became a bit rougher, making the head feel quite good.

Ruan Shu’s nasal voice came through, softly asking, “So, did you… enjoy it just now?” So that’s what she meant to ask.

Ji Yan smiled, “What do you think?”

She didn’t know, she just felt that Ji Yan was very enthusiastic, very enthusiastic about her, different from when they first met.

Ji Yan said hoarsely, “Very satisfying.”

Just touching you like that felt satisfying, “Your little h*le feels so good when I bite it, I even came because of you, hmm…”

He seemed to still be savoring the moment. The movement of his fingers stroking his c*ck quickened, and the clear sound of slapping came through the earpiece. Ruan Shu could hear the sound of his c*ck rubbing. Ji Yan was using her panties from earlier to masturb*te, imagining it was her p*ssy. The faint scent of musk in the air was enough to visualize the scene. He was feeling a bit fiery at the moment, so his movements were quite rough, wanting to f*ck her.

“Ruan Ruan…” The headphones were filled with Ji Yan’s heavy breathing.

Ruan Shu responded with a soft “Mm,” and more water flowed.

She couldn’t help but want to touch herself, just like Ji Yan had touched her earlier. Ruan Shu called out to him with a trembling voice, “Yan Ge.”

Ji Yan then asked, “When will you be back? I’ll come pick you up.”