What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 39

“Mmm—ah!”

Feng Jiye’s hot, soft lips sealed over Xue Zhixiao’s plump, glistening entrance, sending a jolt through her body. A rush of warmth spilled out, flooding straight into his waiting mouth.

His mouth worshipped her relentlessly, each flick of his tongue drawing gasps as he mapped her hidden warmth. Every flick sent shivers up her spine—sometimes slow and teasing, other times plunging deep to wrench another cry from her throat.

Yan Yi’s training had left Xue Zhixiao’s body too responsive and eager. Even the slightest touch could make her melt, surrendering completely to a man’s whims. Now, with her long, pale legs hooked over Feng Jiye’s shoulders, she was nothing but a puddle under his relentless tongue. Her entrance pulsed, dripping more honeyed wetness into his mouth—overflow spilling down his chin or trickling between her thighs, soaking the thick blanket beneath.

His tongue moved faster, lapping at her quivering flesh from every angle. The slick tip prodded sensitive spots while the rough surface of his tongue dragged against her inner walls, pushing her pleasure higher.

“Ah… ah! Nn… ah—~~!”

Each cry only spurred him on. Between her thighs, his rhythm grew frantic, while his hands kneaded her swollen mounds, thumbs circling their stiff peaks.

With both her most sensitive spots under attack, Xue Zhixiao’s climax hit hard and fast. Her fingers clawed at the blanket, back arching as a long, trembling moan tore free—her release gushing over Feng Jiye’s face.

He drank it down hungrily, sucking hard enough to yank her into a second, sharper peak.

“O-oh! AH—!!”

For two seconds, her inner muscles locked up, overwhelmed—then snapped back with violent convulsions, wringing even more dizzying pleasure from her.

Oh god. Just this alone—his mouth alone—earned Feng Jiye top marks in her book.

And the lucky man currently being promoted for his oral expertise? His eyes burned crimson, watching her entrance tremble and drip. In one swift move, he shoved his pants down, pinned her beneath him, and dragged his thick, veined length against her soaked opening.

“Baby,” he rasped, “the best is yet to come.”

The broad tip stretched her open, inch by inch, until the swollen crown popped inside with a wet shlick.

Still pulsing from her climax, her walls clamped down viciously, milking him with wave-like ripples. Her body wept its honeyed surrender—each desperate clench spilling fresh dew around their tangled limbs, slick heat sealing them tighter with every thrust.

“F*ck—so tight! Sweetheart, how are you—nngh—squeezing me like this? Feels too good!”

Every nerve in his body lit up. Gripping her thighs, he began thrusting in earnest.

“Nn—ah! D-deep! Too deep—ah! AH—~~!”