Under the Dusk - Chapter 27 [H]

Ruan Shu didn’t dare move.

Ji Yan simply pulled her close with a light embrace, his arm wrapping around her waist to settle her onto his lap.

His tongue tangled with hers, leaving Ruan Shu breathless. Her plump, milky-white bre*sts were kneaded in his hands, and the aching wetness between her legs left damp streaks against his hips as she ground down.

Their clothes were in disarray.

Ji Yan had pushed her top down to her waist, her bra straps slipping loose around her arms. Her ni*ples were red and swollen from his sucking, and when Ruan Shu glanced down at the sight, she couldn’t help but arch into him with a moan. “Ah…”

Ji Yan gripped her waist, thrusting up against her a few times. The soft, needy sounds she made grew louder, sweeter. Ruan Shu tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him down for another deep, lingering kiss.

“You’re going to rub yourself raw like this…” Ji Yan teased.

The thick bulge in his pants was unmistakable, the hard outline of his c*ck pressing insistently against her. When she shifted, her movements left him slick with her arousal.

Ruan Shu denied any responsibility, murmuring, “It’s your fault…”

Ji Yan only laughed.

His gaze darkened with lust, heavy-lidded and teasing. When he flicked his tongue out, Ruan Shu obediently met him, her own tongue tracing his lips. She’d learned well—knew exactly how to please him.
Ji Yan grabbed a wet wipe, cleaning his hands before sliding his fingers beneath her damp panties. His fingertips traced her slick folds. “Did you miss me these past few days?”

He kissed her as his fingers dipped inside, curling just right. The wetness coated his knuckles, and when he pressed deeper, Ruan Shu instinctively clenched around him, her thighs trembling as she buried her face against his shoulder. “Mmm… yes…”

Their bodies were flush, skin to skin, the intimacy of their embrace perfect for whispered secrets and forbidden pleasures.

Ji Yan tugged down his zipper, the fabric of his slacks rough against her inner thighs. The garters of his shirt straps only added to the friction, sending shivers through her. Impatient, he undid the buttons, yanking his shirt free so they were pressed fully together, his heated whisper tickling her ear.

Her fingers traced the ridges of his abs, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath her palm.

Ji Yan nipped at her earlobe, his voice rough. “How much did you miss me? Did you touch yourself like this?”

His fingers thrust deeper, the lewd, wet sounds making her whimper. Ruan Shu’s breath hitched, her lashes fluttering. “Ah… yes, so good…”

His fingers were long, his knuckles prominent as he worked her with quick, relentless strokes. Pleasure crashed over her in waves, and Ruan Shu clung to him, crying out as her hair clung to her damp neck.

She wanted to kiss him, bite him—

So she did, her teeth leaving faint marks along his throat. Ji Yan groaned, his thrusts speeding up, his cock grinding against her clit in tandem with his fingers. When he added a third, curling deep, she shattered, her climax wracking her body with such intensity she nearly forgot how to breathe.

Ji Yan slowly withdrew his fingers, then wrapped his hand around his own c*ck. The swollen head glistened, precum beading at the tip even without her wetness coating him.

So f*cking good.

He brushed her hair aside, his mouth trailing hot, uneven kisses along her neck. “Touch me too.”

He guided her hand to his c*ck, her fingers struggling to wrap around his thickness. Ji Yan showed her how to spread her palm, to stroke his length, to cradle his heavy balls.

When her thumb swiped over the prominent veins, he shuddered, his breath ragged.

And when she experimentally traced the ridge beneath his head, his teeth dug into her shoulder with a sharp gasp. “F*ck.”

His hips jerked, his c*ck twitching in her grip. Ruan Shu nuzzled his ear, her voice soft. “Do you like it, Yan-ge?”

“Yeah.” His voice was strained, his hips rocking into her touch. His c*ck was slick with prec*m, sliding effortlessly in her palm. “Keep going… it loves your hands.”

Before, he’d always taken care of himself. But now, with her small hands on him? Nothing compared.

Especially because it was her—Ruan Shu.
She was so wet for him, her arousal dripping despite his fingers trying to stem the flow. He briefly wished he had a toy—something to f*ck her with while he lavished attention on her bre*sts.

But in the end, her touch alone was too much. He couldn’t c*m like this, no matter how good it felt. He cupped her face, kissing her hungrily before guiding her downward.

“Use your tits,” he murmured, his gaze dark.

Her ni*ples were stiff, the peaks reddened from his mouth. Just the friction of his c*ck between them had her moaning, her back arching.

Ji Yan’s head fell back with a groan, his fingers threading through her hair. “Good girl… just like that. Squeeze tighter… yeah…”

Ruan Shu was novice but eager, her movements growing more confident with each stroke.

His c*ck was thick and dark, the coarse curls at the base tickling her bre*sts. But the way his slit glistened, the way his shaft throbbed in her grip—it made her feel powerful.

His c*ck strained upward, so hard it nearly slapped against his stomach if not for her holding it steady.

The friction was intoxicating.

And she was so wet—aching to have him inside her, to take every inch. Her tongue darted out, swiping over the leaking tip. “Yan-ge…”

“F*ck.” His grip on her neck tightened, his control fraying. For a second, he nearly shoved himself into her mouth. “What is it?”

He was so close, his c*ck rigid against her lips. Her bre*sts were flushed from his attention, her ni*ples still stiff. She pressed them against him teasingly, her voice sweet. “I want you…”

Between her legs was a mess of slick heat. When he pushed two fingers inside, they came out glazed, strands of her arousal clinging to his skin.

Ji Yan kissed her deeply, his voice rough against her lips. “Okay.”

“Let me f*ck you properly.”