Every thrust felt like it was reaching into the very center of my soul, hitting that one spot that made my entire body go numb with pleasure.
"Jo-Pil..." Ki-hoon rasped, his voice sounding heavy against my skin. "Jo-Pil..."
He didn't stop calling my name, as if trying to get me to read his eyes and understand the words he couldn't speak.
You're mine.
His grip on me spoke so loudly that I couldn't ignore it, even though I couldn't think.
I'm yours.
I was a collection of nerves and gasps, responding to the way his body filled mine. I felt his cock hitting deep, deeper than I thought possible, my hips popping and shifting to take every bit of him.
It was overwhelming, it was greedy, and it was exactly what my leaking body had been begging for.
"Hngh—! Haa—! Ki-hoon."
My eyes grew hazy, swimming in pleasure. Jin-Yeok kissed me again, as if trying to stop me from screaming another man's name while he patiently waited.
