Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg

Her body was already trembling.

Joon-ho pulled out with a wet, obscene sound, and Harin let out a broken whine, her legs twitching as her cunt clenched around nothing.

"W-Why'd you stop?" she gasped, looking over her shoulder, dazed and flushed, mouth open.

He didn't answer.

He flipped her over.

Fast—one arm around her waist, strong and smooth, pressing her chest to the mattress, ass high. Her bare thighs spread on instinct. Her pussy—wet, swollen, twitching—glistened under the soft room light.

"Fuck," Joon-ho growled behind her. "You look like a dream."

She panted, looking back through her hair. "P-Please…"

Then—

SMACK.

A clean, sharp slap across her ass.

Her cry echoed in the room. Not pain. Not surprise.

Need.

"Again," she whimpered.

He gave her what she asked for—three more. Hard, deliberate, alternating cheeks, making her whole body jolt with each strike. Her pussy gushed again, wet dripping down her thighs.

"You've been a good girl," he murmured, stroking the red marks. "But you need to be ruined."

He leaned over her back, cock sliding against her soaked entrance again.

"You begged for this in your sleep, didn't you?" he whispered. "Even back in college, I knew. You always looked at me like you needed to be handled."

He pressed his hips forward, teasing her with the tip again.

"You know what this cock does to girls like you?"

"Yes," she moaned. "I want it—I need it—please, Joon-ho…"

He lined up—then slammed all the way back in.

She screamed into the sheets. Her legs gave out, but his hand held her hips locked in place as he buried himself to the hilt.

"Jesus—you're gushing," he hissed. "Your pussy just fucking swallowed me."

Harin was babbling now.

"Ohmygodohmygod—so full—so deep—f-fuck I can't—"

He started pounding her.

Hard.Thick.Merciless.

The room was filled with wet, filthy sounds—his hips smacking her ass, her juices splashing with every deep stroke. She was soaked, wrecked, overstimulated and spiraling.

His hand reached around—gripped her tit hard. He twisted her nipple as his other hand found her clit and rubbed.

She screamed.

"Too much—fuuuck—I'm gonna—gonna—aaaaahhh—"

Her body spasmed. Her walls clamped. She squirted, a full gush that splashed down his thighs, her orgasm ripping through her like a lightning strike.

But he didn't stop.

He kissed her back—hot, open-mouthed kisses that turned into deep red hickeys down her spine. She was covered in sweat, flushed from scalp to thighs, her voice gone ragged.

And he owned every part of her.

"You're mine now," he growled, grinding deep. "You hear me? This pussy? This soaked fucking cunt? Mine."

She cried out.

"I love you," she gasped, sobbing. "I've always—*fuck—*Joon-ho—I love you—"

His rhythm faltered, just for a second.

But the next thrust was deeper.

Then another.

And another.

She felt it—his cock twitching inside her.

And then it came—

Heat.

Pulse.

A thick, deep flood of cum inside her womb. He didn't pull out. He buried himself, cock throbbing, hips grinding as he emptied every last drop inside her.

She shook beneath him, her legs barely working, her cunt still clenching desperately around him.

And when it finally slowed…

When the room was nothing but their ragged breathing and the sticky sound of skin on skin…

She collapsed into the sheets.

He followed, collapsing beside her, still inside, both of them dripping, bodies tangled.

She turned her face to him, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen.

"I meant it," she whispered.

He kissed her.

"I know."