What to Do After Being Transported into a Mature-Themed Novel and Caught in a Storm of Passion - Chapter 42

Feng Jiye threw his entire strength into pounding Xue Zhixiao’s lower body. His heavy sac slapped against her rear with each brutal thrust—no gap left between them as their hips locked together. When he pulled back, swollen pink flesh peeked out briefly before being buried again, sending droplets of slickness flying.

Xue Zhixiao hadn’t even recovered from her last climax when Feng Jiye flipped her onto the grass and ravaged her anew. His broad tip speared straight to her deepest core, grinding against that tender spot until wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her. Her body could only tremble and convulse—even her moans came out weak and broken.

Feng Jiye moved like a machine—relentless, electric. Within a hundred strokes, he felt her velvety walls clench again in eager spasms, milking his thick length with rhythmic pulses. Deeper still, her very core seemed to suck greedily at his tip until another gush of heat announced her climax.

The grassy meadow hid Xue Zhixiao’s snow-white body—only her delicate feet pointed skyward, bouncing in time with Feng Jiye’s powerful rhythm. Even the untrampled grass nearby swayed from their frenzy.

Xue Zhixiao’s lips parted helplessly, releasing soft whimpers. Her half-lidded eyes glazed over as her body went limp—yet the battle between her snug hole and his invading rod raged hotter than ever.

“Nngh~ Ah! Ah~ Nn—ahh!”
“F*ck! Still so tight! Oh god—yes!”

Feng Jiye accelerated uncontrollably. Xue Zhixiao’s body jolted violently beneath him—her moans now just airy sighs. Though part of him wanted to gentle his pace, her hungry walls had enslaved him. He could only push harder—claim deeper.

Watching her stretched entrance struggle to accommodate his girth—those once-delicate petals now forced permanently open—drove his conquest higher. Both pride and raw lust fused into unstoppable fire.

When Xue Zhixiao’s climax finally ebbed, Feng Jiye carried her to the jeep and bent her over the hood. This time, he took her from behind.

Xue Zhixiao’s upper body pressed against cold metal while her legs dangled—forced wide by the man behind her. Slickness dripped down her thighs as his rod withdrew briefly, some even splattering the dirt below.

Then he slammed back in—resuming nature’s oldest rhythm.

Despite his reputation as a gentleman—both in society and bed—Feng Jiye had never lost control like this. His handsome rogue demeanor made women swoon, fantasizing about flaunting “conquest selfies” if phones were allowed in his sheets, “Hubby’s skills are legendary!” or “One more round with my god!”

But today, the untamable Feng Jiye met his match—Xue Zhixiao and her sinful body.