Seo Tae-joon’s groan was a low rumble against Ji-woo’s skin as he took her swollen nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, a hungry sound, then paused to flick the sensitive peak with his tongue. A soft moan escaped her lips, her toes curling reflexively.
The more attention he paid it, the harder her nipple seemed to grow, and the more fervently he suckled. He kneaded her breast, his lips a hot, wet pressure against her skin, and Ji-woo could no longer hold back the shameless sounds that slipped from her throat.
Finally, Seo Tae-joon pulled away, his mouth slick. “Sit on my face,” he commanded.
Her mind was a haze of pleasure. Ji-woo blinked at him, her eyes clouded. “What?”
“Here.” Seo Tae-joon tapped his own lips. He leaned back, lying flat on the bed and pulling her by the thighs toward him.
Still lost in the lingering sensations, Ji-woo didn’t realize his intent until he tried to draw her down. “Wait!” she gasped. “What are you doing?”
“I need to taste you properly,” he told her, his voice low and guttural.
Ji-woo’s eyes widened. “Isn’t that… a little much?”
He ignored her protest, his grip tightening. “Come up here, Ji-woo.” His hands moved with an aggressive haste, stripping away the last of her clothes and pulling her thighs over his head.
Flailing, Ji-woo grabbed the headboard to steady herself. A hot blush flooded her cheeks as she realized she was now completely naked, hovering over him.
“Ji-woo, you’re so pretty,” Seo Tae-joon murmured with a deceptive innocence, his face directly before the heat between her legs. He watched her struggle to keep her hips raised, a dark amusement glinting in his eyes. He tried to hide the smile that tugged at his lips, savoring the lewdness of their position.
But his patience soon wore thin. Taking matters into his own hands, he roughly pushed her thighs down, settling her exactly where he wanted her.
A choked sound of pleasure escaped Ji-woo as Seo Tae-joon began to nibble at the soft skin of her inner thighs. Then, his tongue darted out, tracing a single, wet stripe up the heart of her.
“Oh!” she cried out, her thighs starting to tremble. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the headboard.
He licked and kissed her, his own heat palpable against her tender, pulsing flesh. The feeling was intensely stimulating. He pushed his tongue inside her, and Ji-woo let out a deep moan, squirming as he found her clit and began to suck.
Her arms were shaking now, a continuous stream of moans pouring from her mouth. Seo Tae-joon worked his tongue into her, lapping at her, while his hand squeezed her thigh in a bruising grip. The more Ji-woo tried to pull away, the tighter he held her.
The sounds he made were obscene, wet slurps and lavishing licks that echoed in the quiet room. He would push his tongue deep, then slide it out to rub against the one spot that made her back arch off the bed.
Ji-woo could feel the heat between her legs building to an unbearable intensity. If she weren’t so dazed, she would have been mortified by the sounds they were both making.
Then, he shifted, lifting her up and changing their positions so that she lay beneath him. He tore down his pants and shoved his underwear aside. His erection slapped against his stomach, and he frowned at the clear precum already beading at the tip.
“Ji-woo,” he murmured, his voice husky. “Is it true that the flower is the plant’s reproductive organ?”
Ji-woo nodded, her brow furrowed in confusion, unsure where he was going with this. “Yes, that’s right.”
A smirk touched Seo Tae-joon’s lips. “Then I don’t need another flower.”
He spread her legs and brushed the head of his cock against her. Ji-woo moaned as it grazed her swollen clit. Then, without warning, Seo Tae-joon thrust sharply inside her.
They both groaned at the sudden, complete invasion. Ji-woo’s body lit up with a jolt of pleasure and pain. She reached down to soothe the ache, but his hand was already there, rubbing her side gently.
“A condom,” Ji-woo said suddenly, her eyes flying open. “Seo Tae-joon, you’re not wearing a condom!”
Seo Tae-joon watched her panic with a lazy smile. “Why should I?” he asked, his thumb circling her clit. Her head fell back against the pillow. “Don’t I deserve to be a father?” Her hips moved against him, a helpless, instinctual rhythm.
She tried to form a protest, but her words were swallowed by a groan.
“Why aren’t you answering, hmm?” Seo Tae-joon teased, his fingers relentless. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll be a father even if you keep your mouth shut.”
When she still didn’t reply, he scoffed and began to pull out. A cold dread washed through her as she felt the growing emptiness.
“I’m sorry,” Seo Tae-joon whispered, then plunged back into her in one swift, brutal movement. She screamed as he began to thrust wildly, driving deep inside her again and again. “I have no intention of giving up on anything.”