Under the Dusk - Chapter 28 [H]

Every inch of her tight little p*ssy clenched around him, though it was easier than the first time.

Ji Yan held her waist, slowly stretching her open.

Ruan Shu trembled the moment he pressed his c*ck against her entrance. The thick, flushed shaft parted her slick folds, drawing out soft, breathy moans with each thrust.

She was too tight. Ji Yan smacked her ass. “Take it slow.”

Her walls were squeezing him so hard it almost hurt.

Yet the moment she sank down, he was the one who lost control, driving into her with rough, desperate strokes.

She was already soaked from foreplay, her soft flesh yielding perfectly to every movement. The lewd squelch of their joining filled the car, wet and obscene.

Ji Yan gritted his teeth and slapped her ass again. “Tighter,” he growled.

Ruan Shu whimpered, on the verge of tears.

“Yan-ge…”

It was too deep.

In this position, his c*ck filled her completely, molding her p*ssy to his shape.

Drool spilled from the corner of her mouth as he f*cked her, her mind hazy with pleasure.
If anyone saw her now—spread open in a man’s car, shamelessly impaled on his c*ck—they’d think her utterly debauched.

The scent of s*x clung to the driver’s seat.

Her juices soaked his slacks and shirt, their discarded clothes tangled over the steering wheel.

She feared someone might knock on the window, telling them to quiet down.

But Ruan Shu couldn’t help it.

Riding Ji Yan, all she wanted was to moan wantonly—even muffled, the sounds spilled from her throat.

“So good…” she gasped as his c*ck dragged against her walls.

Yan-ge, f*ck me to death. The words lodged in her throat, unspoken.

But before she could voice them, she felt herself nearing the edge. Ji Yan gripped her hips, pistoning into her with brutal precision. The sharp slaps of skin echoed through the car as Ruan Shu sobbed, clawing at his shoulders.

“S-slower… Ah! Yan-ge—!”

He only f*cked her harder.

Her pleas dissolved into broken whimpers.

Ji Yan watched their joined bodies, his thick c*ck disappearing into her flushed, dripping c*nt. Over and over, he fed her every inch, as if determined to ruin her for anyone else.

When he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, his voice was rough. “Ruan Ruan, kiss me.”

He needed her—not just tonight, but always.

She melted into the kiss, her ears burning red. The filthy sounds of their f*cking were already humiliating enough, but the way he licked behind her ear—

“Does it feel good?” he murmured.

He already knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it. When she nodded, he pressed further. “My c*ck or my fingers—which feels better?”

There was no comparison.

As long as it was him, Ruan Shu didn’t care—whether he f*cked her pussy, her tits, anything. She just wanted to be his.

But men were inexplicably competitive.

When she didn’t answer, he gripped the nape of her neck. “Say it,” he demanded.

The broad head of his c*ck slammed against her c*rvix.

Ruan Shu shuddered, her toes curling as another climax tore through her. This one was deeper, longer—bliss so intense it left her dizzy.

“Both… Y-your c*ck… Please,” she begged, tears streaking her face.

Ji Yan chuckled. “Still want more?”

Weakly, she traced his waistband, her fingers trembling. “…Yes.”

It felt too good. She’d never get enough.

The car was too cramped—neither of them was satisfied.

Back at her apartment, Ji Yan didn’t even wait for the lights. The moment the door closed, his belt was undone. He’d been hard the entire ride home.

Ruan Shu dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth, but Ji Yan hauled her up and bent her over the entryway console.

He f*cked her from behind, so deep her toes barely brushed the floor. Each thrust made her gasp, her body jolting against him.

Ji Yan kissed her shoulder, then her lips. “Let me stay tonight?”

Her p*ssy was a wreck, her moans incoherent. Before she could answer, he lifted her, carrying her to the living room.

Pinning her on the couch, he spread her thighs wide and plunged back in, one hand kneading her bre*st as the other guided his relentless thrusts. Ruan Shu bit her wrist, tears staining the cushions.

“Yan-ge… harder…”

Her skin was flushed, sweat and arousal mingling into the sweetest aphrodisiac.
When he pinched her ni*ple, then slapped it, she clenched around him, collapsing onto the couch. Ji Yan didn’t stop—just mounted her from behind, watching her ass bounce with each thrust before draping over her, kissing her neck.

“So f*cking wet,” he muttered, licking her ear.

Overstimulated, Ruan Shu trembled, her body alight. “Enough…” she pleaded.

Ji Yan kissed her eyelids, gentler now. “Okay.”

Then he pulled her up, f*cking her standing—hundreds of brutal strokes until she came with a cry, collapsing at his feet.

His release splashed across her face, thinner now after hours of use.

As he gathered her into his arms, kissing her deeply, Ruan Shu memorized the heat of his breath, the wild rhythm of his heart.

That night, the moon was full.

And for the first time, life felt complete.