First Round Over, Second Round Begins (2)
“Haa……”
Kaylee, straddling me, planted both hands on my chest and stretched her waist upward. Looking up at her from below, her face seemed impossibly far away, towering above me. In that position, she began moving only her hips, pounding down like a mortar and pestle.
Smack. Smack. Smack!
Her firm, athletic ass slapped against my lower body in a steady rhythm. Each impact drove my cock deep into her, and Kaylee let out heated moans.
“Ugh, hah, haat, haat……!”
The depth was greater than doggy style. Especially when she slammed her hips down, inertia pulled her womb lower, letting my upward thrust kiss her cervix directly.
Sweat beaded on Kaylee’s forehead. It wasn’t just from the intense movement. Her body was burning up as her inner walls were relentlessly stimulated.
“Hoot, hoot, hah!”
She took short, controlled breaths, adjusting her rhythm. Every time her ass dropped, the impact made her full breasts quiver and bounce.
“Impressive,” I muttered.
My words were swallowed by the wet sounds of flesh colliding. Still, admiration came naturally. The sight was almost impossible to describe in words.
Simply gazing up at Kaylee’s long, naked body was breathtaking. Add the way her breasts shook with every thrust, the beads of sweat sliding down her cleavage, and the sweet gasps escaping her parted lips—it was intoxicating.
“Ha, ha, hat, haat……”
Kaylee desperately swallowed the cries trying to burst from her throat. The tiny moans that still leaked out sounded incredibly sweet to my ears.
My cock felt incredible. But the pleasure Kaylee was experiencing had to be on another level. Once a man cums, his sensitivity dulls. For a woman, however, the first orgasm is only the beginning.
After our first round, Kaylee’s inner walls had turned soft and pliant. Even now they greedily sucked me in, hungry for more pleasure. Every time my glans nudged her cervix or my thick head scraped along her walls on the way out, her pussy trembled with ecstasy.
Yet, true to her diligent nature, Kaylee refused to stop. She wouldn’t settle—she kept pounding away in a straight, relentless line toward maximum pleasure.
“Kh…… haat, hak……!”
Even diligence had its limits. The pleasure built up until another orgasm crashed over her. Her body lost all control; her hips simply froze.
“Hat, ugh, ugh……!”
Head thrown back toward the ceiling, teeth clenched, body quivering beautifully. It was a magnificent sight. The knowledge that this stunning woman was writhing in climax because of me filled my male pride to the brim.
If she couldn’t move, I would. After all, I was the man here.
I gripped Kaylee’s ass from below and began bouncing my body upward.
“W-wait…… hak!”
Using the bed springs for momentum, my hips shot up, driving my cock deep inside her.
“Hak, haat!”
Each upward thrust lifted her body slightly before she sank back down. The moment she dropped, my cock met her again with fresh recoil. Kaylee, still reeling from her previous orgasm, was helpless against my sudden counterattack. She couldn’t dodge it, nor could she stop it forcefully. Even in the woman-on-top position, I was the one in control. She was the submissive. And because she feared displeasing me, she had no choice but to accept everything I did.
“Kaylee. Relax your body.”
“Ugh, ugh……!”
At my command, the tension drained from her hardened muscles. I could enjoy her body more comfortably now. I continued thrusting upward, using the spring-like recoil of the mattress.
“Hoot, hoot.”
Given her height, Kaylee was quite heavy for a woman, and the position put real strain on me. After holding it for a while, I decided to switch before I got too tired.
“Ah……!”
I sat up, pushing Kaylee backward. In one smooth motion I mounted her from above. She had barely gotten used to the previous position before being flipped. I grabbed her long legs and draped them over my shoulders, folding her beneath me.
The new angle looked like I was crushing her completely. This was the position commonly known as mating press.
“Kaylee.”
I looked down at her. Her bright blue eyes trembled with confusion. Even now, my cock remained buried inside her. Her pussy continued to squeeze me, still craving my cum.
“Stay just like this.”
“Ugh.”
I interlaced our fingers, pinning both her hands to the bed. Then I began pounding into her with all my weight.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh.”
My body drove straight down into her at a sharp angle. Kaylee’s face twisted as if in pain.
“Is it too much?”
She shook her head. Even if it hurt, she would never show it. For someone as tall as Kaylee, having her body folded like this had to be uncomfortable. I knew that, but I didn’t stop.
Harmonious sex isn’t the only way to satisfy a woman. Sometimes they become even more aroused when they’re forced to submit. Especially a woman like Kaylee, who had always held a superior position to men.
I couldn’t curse at her or hit her—not with Mom and Seunghee in the picture. But pressing her down with a position like this should be acceptable.
“Hah, ugh, ugh……!”
I kept her pinned beneath me. Kaylee couldn’t resist. She could have thrown me off with raw strength if she wanted, but she wouldn’t. This sex was too precious—it was the only way to save her son Noah. In a sense, I had taken her son hostage.
“Kaylee. Don’t hold back.”
I spoke firmly.
“Feel everything you can. If you want to save Noah.”
At the mention of her son, Kaylee’s eyes flew wide open. Talking about her child during sex was probably a massive breach of etiquette. But this was something she needed to hear.
“The more pleasure a woman feels, the more coins we get. I know this is uncomfortable for you, Kaylee. But while we’re doing this, throw those feelings away completely.”
She was feeling pleasure with me. But it wasn’t one hundred percent. Her son was dead, and this was sex to bring him back. The guilt kept her from truly letting go. She held back her voice, held back her pleasure, held back her orgasms. How could a mother enjoy sex while thinking about her dead child?
There was a limit to how much pleasure I could force into her. She couldn’t even process half of what I gave, letting it spill uselessly away. It was like pouring water into a bucket with no bottom.
“Feel it as much as you want, Kaylee. For Noah.”
“Hah……!”
Tears welled in the corners of her eyes.
Her son was dead. She was forced to sleep with a man she didn’t want. And on top of that, she had to feel pleasure during it whether she wanted to or not. It must have felt impossibly unfair.
“Ugh, sob, hah!”
Even while pitying her situation, I didn’t stop. Quitting out of sympathy wouldn’t help either of us. If I truly wanted what was best for Kaylee, I had to pour even more effort into this.
“Aah, aaaaa……!”
As I kept pounding, her mouth finally opened. This time a completely different voice spilled out—one she had been suppressing until now.
“Aaaaaah!”
Smack smack smack smack smack!
The louder her voice grew, the faster I thrust. Trusting in her toughness, I put my full weight behind each stroke, crushing her into the mattress.
“Haat, aat! Aaaaa—!”
That’s it, Kaylee. Just like that. Let it all out.
Don’t think about anything while we’re fucking.
I kept driving into her, eyes locked with hers. We both recognized that the other was nearing their limit. From that point, it was a straight line to the finish.
“Aaaaaah—! Haaaaang──!”
“Kh!”
Splurt splurt splurt!
My third load was pulled out by her body.
“Hiiiiiaaaa!!”
Kaylee’s voice peaked as she climaxed hard enough to nearly pass out. Her fingers clenched around mine with bone-crushing strength. Her eyes rolled back. Her pussy sucked on my cock like it wanted to swallow me whole.
“Ah, aeu, ahuuu……”
After draining every drop, Kaylee’s body finally went limp. Her pussy still twitched and caressed me, but those were only reflexive spasms.
“Haa, haa, haa……”
A deep wave of exhaustion and emptiness washed over me. I released her, rolling her gently to the side. My cock slid free with a wet sound as her body collapsed limply beside me.
The hand she had been gripping was pale white. It hurt. Just how strong was her grip?
“Kaylee.”
After it was over, she lay there quietly trembling. It wasn’t the aftershocks of orgasm. Kaylee was crying.
“Ugh…… sob……”
Her heart must have been a mess. As a sociopath, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what she was feeling.
I lay down beside her and gently pulled her into my arms from behind.
“I’m sorry.”
It wasn’t something I had any right to say. Still, comforting a woman who cried after sex was the man’s responsibility.
“Everything will be okay.”
I whispered empty reassurances while pressing my body tightly against hers. I couldn’t share her emotions, but at least I could share my warmth.
Kaylee’s quiet sobbing continued for a long time.