Her Sweet Home (4)
She was a mother. A wife. And in the most private room of her marriage, another man was driving into her without a shred of mercy.
Her pale, heavy thighs lay spread wide, the pink flesh between her dark hair swallowing my cock as I watched it disappear inside her. Her eyes were shut, her head thrown back, and from those flushed lips came a thick, unbroken stream of moans.
"Ahh... ahhng... ahh..."
With every rhythmic snap of my hips, her full breasts bounced and swayed.
Thud... thud... thud...!
"Nngh... haah... haaang..."
"Hah... hah... I'm... I'm gonna come..."
"Haah... don't come inside..."
I had already finished inside her more times than I could count. I had no intention of holding back now. Her folds were soaked, clinging to my shaft in a wet, greedy grip, and every time I rolled my hips I felt the texture of her all the way down.
Thud...! Thud..! Thud! Thud!
For all her talk of not coming inside, she only spread those thick thighs wider and locked her legs around my waist. Both hands seized my ass and dragged me into her, matching every stroke, crushing her groin up against mine.
"Haang... haang...!"
"Ah... you're... you're so tight..."
"Haah...! It feels so good...! I'm... I'm gonna come...!"
She was panting just as hard as I was, her whole lower body clenched as if she were a second away from gushing.
"Haah... haah... a little... just a little more...!"
Thud!! Thud!! Thud!!!
I gave her what she asked for. My hips slammed harder, and she started rocking my ass herself, yanking me forward and burying me to the hilt. It wasn't even my will anymore. She had both hands locked on me and was forcing my cock into that pink heat without a shred of restraint.
"Haah... haah... haang...!"
"Hah... hah... hhuh... hhuh..."
"Aang... ah... ah... aah...!"
The sounds coming out of her sat somewhere between a sob and a moan. The insides of those heavy thighs clamped down even tighter.
"Nngh... I'm... I'm coming..."
"Haang... haaah...!!!!"
Our voices filled the quiet bedroom. The air itself had gone thick and hot with the breath we were pouring into it. I drove into that pink flesh one last time, and a thin, milky wetness started spilling from the head of my cock.
"Hhhuh... hhhuh..."
Squelch... squelch... squelch...
Semen came welling up in slow, heavy pulses and began to fill her. I could feel it mixing with the slick she had already poured out, my thicker spend folding into hers in the deepest part of her.
"Haah... ahh..."
As it kept pumping, both of us started to shake. The heat of it ran through our bodies in a fine, helpless tremor. She was panting as if a cramp might take her at any second.
Lying there with her white legs spread, taking pulse after pulse of it, she looked like nothing more than a succubus who had surrendered every last scrap of her desire to a man's cock. The pleasure her husband could never give her had already rewritten her. She was no longer the pure, elegant woman the world knew as Seongdae's mother.
"Hahh... hahh..."
A groan tore out of my own throat as a last shudder ran through me. I poured every drop I had left into that warm, clutching heat, pushing it as deep as it would go, determined to leave her full.
"Haa... I told you not to do it inside..."
She said it between breaths. But her eyes were still closed, and she was savouring the hot spend packed into her, tasting it from the inside.
"Nnh..."
I eased my still-rigid cock out of her. It sprang free with a wet little snap, and the load I had pushed into her began to seep out of that pink opening in a slow, glistening crawl. Semen and her own slick ran together, soaking a clear wet patch into the sheets — into the most private place a husband and wife were supposed to share. My spend was splashed across it, soaking in by the handful.
Just watching her lie there, eyes shut, chest heaving, was enough to send another dirty pulse of heat through me.
"Huu... that was... so good..."
"Haang... me too... but... what am I supposed to do if you come inside..."
"Hah... sorry... but you wouldn't let me pull out..."
"Haang... I know... it just felt too good in the moment..."
"That was incredibly sexy."
I shifted onto my side and offered her my arm. She settled onto it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, pillowing her head there, and looked up at me with those wide eyes full of something soft and loving. A deep flush sat on her pale, refined face. Her wavy hair was a wreck.
"Today's a dangerous day..."
She whispered it low against my ear.
A dangerous day. The words landed with a real weight. The hot spend I had emptied into her could, if luck ran the wrong way, turn into something serious. And even so — the image of her clutching my ass and moaning through it only made the whole thing feel filthier.
"It'll be fine..."
She looked at me as if I were the one who needed reassuring. Her eyes were trembling.
"Ahem... anyway. I met with Suyeon."
I brought Suyeon up to change the air in the room.
"Oh my, really? You already met her?"
A smile rose on that flushed face. The way her elegant features lit up when she smiled was lovely every single time.
"Of course. I went straight to see her."
"Oh... our Dongho is so reliable. I don't know what I'd do without you."
She burrowed into my chest like a child and whispered it against me. The praise sent a stupid little swell of pride through my shoulders.
I couldn't tell her everything that had happened with Suyeon. Least of all that I had been working as one of her seonsu, taking paid jobs with married women whose names I didn't even know. That, she could never find out.
The love I had for her had to stay clean. Playing seonsu for Suyeon had never been my choice. I had done it for her, and only for her.
That said, the sex with the teacher — my first client — had given me a pleasure that was nothing like this. For a moment I saw that plump ass and those heavy thighs again, and the refined face she had worn while she bit down on her moans and let the pleasure take her. She was a different type from Seongdae's mother, and I had the sense there was still a great deal she was keeping hidden. I remembered the wallpaper on her phone: her husband, her child. Why had a woman like her — a teacher — suddenly decided to sleep with me?
The question stirred, then faded. What mattered right now was the woman pillowed on my arm. The woman I loved.
My love belonged to Seongdae's mother. To her, and her alone.
"So... when are you seeing her?"
She asked it carefully, almost afraid of the answer.
"I think I'll be able to set something up soon."
"Oh... thank goodness. I haven't said anything, but I haven't been able to sleep because of Seongdae..."
She looked at me as if she might cry on the spot. Did Seongdae have any idea how much this woman loved him?
She had already slipped back into that pure, clear-eyed version of herself — a mother, overflowing with it. The sight sat strangely on her. Minutes ago she had been impaled on my cock, choking on her own moans, grabbing at her own swaying breasts. This was a different person entirely.
I wanted the Seongdae problem finished. I wanted her to myself, completely. I would not tolerate anyone standing between us — not even her own son. I pulled her tighter against my chest, trying to put her at ease.
"Nnh..."
The moment my hand found that soft skin, a thin moan slipped out of her. She still hadn't wiped away what was leaking out of her, and she lay in my arms feeling my hands on her all over again.
"Tonight... can I stay?"
"Hm...?"
The question caught her off guard. She hesitated. It was already past midnight, but my head was still sharp. She was lying right there beside me, those nipples still standing stiff, shifting with every small breath, and the sight of it sent the blood pounding through me all over again.
"Tonight... I don't think I can... he might come back early in the morning..."
She watched my face as she said it, picking her words with care.
"I want you to stay too, but..."
However I looked at it, she meant it.
Fine. That was enough. If I had felt the truth in her, there was no reason to leave her anxious for the rest of the night. I had already spent myself in the deepest part of her, right here on the bed she shared with her husband.
"I understand..."
It stung, but this was as far as tonight could go. I still had to arrange the meeting between her and Suyeon.
She must have felt the same disappointment, because she pressed that refined face into my chest. The heat of her — still flushed, still burning — soaked straight into my skin. I could have sent her over the edge again tonight. More than once. Instead I had to leave her here alone and swallow the rest of it.
I had never resented it so sharply — that we were not lovers. That we were not husband and wife.
"Hah... I really don't want to go..."
"I don't want to let you go either..."
"Huu..."
I stroked her tangled hair, trying to soothe the part of me that refused to leave her.
Ding-dong.
The sound came from the living room, unwelcome and far too loud. Someone had pressed the doorbell.
At this hour?
She and I looked at each other in the same instant, neither of us needing to be told.
"Wh-who is that?"
She was just as thrown as I was.
Who the hell rings a doorbell at a time like this?
The spend I had left in her still hadn't set. It ran in a slow, translucent line down the pale, heavy curve of her thigh.