A Five-Star Hotel for One Night of Sex?
His heart thudded so fast it felt like he’d just finished an intense workout. At last, he was going to get a taste of that cock.
“Three minutes….”
Kim Nagyeong seemed delighted by the permission, opening her mouth wide and taking his cock in with obvious pleasure.
“Haa….”
It was hot. Really hot.
It had only just barely made it into her mouth, yet Kim Nagyeong’s expression melted like sugar in tea.
Slurp— suck—
She worked at it earnestly, rolling it around in her mouth and sucking as though it were the last delicious candy in the world.
So much so that her jaw ached.
It really did hurt. Song Hoon’s cock was absurdly huge.
“Mmmmmm.”
She wanted to stroke her own pussy while sucking his cock like this, but Song Hoon held both of her hands firmly as if he had no intention of allowing it.
With her arms stretched up and her body lowered to her knees, she was forced to use only her head and upper body to suck him, and the strain pulled at her muscles. But the slight pain didn’t matter nearly as much as the cock she had in her mouth right now.
“Mmm, tastes goooood….”
Just sucking one cock wasn’t enough to satisfy the raging lust bursting up from the deepest place inside her, like a floodgate had been ripped open.
Even though she worked so hard at it, Song Hoon didn’t let out so much as a single groan.
If it were any other guy, I’d have made him lose his mind already and rammed him by the hair.
That was why it felt even better. Because it made her feel overwhelmed.
Because it felt as though she was being controlled with perfect precision.
“Ding.”
When the three minutes were up, the timer rang, and Song Hoon forced Kim Nagyeong’s head up before straightening his waistband.
“Ah….”
Kim Nagyeong’s gaze was fixed on Song Hoon’s cock, and saliva dripped from her mouth in thick strands.
Her eyes were a little unfocused, unable to settle properly.
Her tongue flicked out, trying to lick the cock wavering in front of her again, but all she caught was more drool sliding down helplessly.
“Haa… you’re mean.”
When Kim Nagyeong sat back down again—
Slurp—
Song Hoon licked the saliva falling from her mouth and continued into a deep, lingering kiss.
He’s so good at kissing.
With one hand stroking the back of her neck and the other caressing her thigh, their tongues and spit traded places until it felt like she couldn’t breathe.
Knock, knock.
Just as they were kissing deeply, a server rapped on the sliding door.
“I’ll bring out the closing dessert.”
“Sure.”
Kim Nagyeong shoved her cap low to hide her face, which was flushed bright red, and took a seat off to the side.
But her lips were glossy with saliva and her breathing was ragged, making it obvious to anyone that something had been going on.
Still, Song Hoon’s expression never changed as he accepted the final dessert the server presented.
Kim Nagyeong was thirsty, too, so she gulped down her dessert and looked at Song Hoon, giving him a pointed look.
Let’s go already. Let’s go to a motel already.
Please, just take me and fuck me everywhere.
Please, relieve this maddening lust.
“If you’re done, get up.”
Kim Nagyeong jumped to her feet before anyone could say a word and pressed close to Song Hoon’s side.
“Seventy-four thousand won. I’ll process the payment for you.”
“Eek.”
For a single meal, it was an outrageous price, and Kim Nagyeong flinched in surprise, but Song Hoon didn’t even blink as he handed over his card.
“Please throw away the receipt.”
“Um… you drank, so how are you going to drive?”
“Drive? What driving?”
Song Hoon wrapped an arm around Kim Nagyeong’s waist, stepped into the elevator, and pressed 17.
“Uh… hotel…?”
Not a motel, but a hotel. And wasn’t this a five-star hotel?
“Why? Never been to a hotel before?”
“It’s not my first time, but….”
A five-star hotel for one night of sex?
Is he really… thinking of me like this?
Her face flushed, and her whole body twisted with embarrassment and excitement.
It wasn’t even a planned staycation—it was a five-star hotel, all because of sex.
She was beginning to wonder what on earth this man really was.
Thud.
“Mmmph—”
Then, after the elevator had carried them all the way up to the 17th floor, Song Hoon shoved her back against the wall and resumed the kiss he hadn’t finished earlier.
The kiss carried a sharp trace of alcohol.
And, as if it were the lingering aftertaste of the meal they’d just had—
it was both sweet and bitter.
“Haaah.”
The elevator rose smoothly all the way to the 17th floor without stopping even once.
Ding.
The moment the elevator stopped, Song Hoon took Kim Nagyeong by the wrist and led her to the room.
Click.
As soon as the door opened, deep darkness greeted them.
With the curtains drawn, not a trace of light remained once the door shut behind them.
Without even inserting the key card, Song Hoon tossed it half onto the table and yanked the curtains wide open.
Everything in his hand spilled to the floor in a rustling scatter.
“Ahh—”
Kim Nagyeong let out a soft sound, taking in the deep darkness and the city spread out beyond the glass of the high-rise hotel window.
At the same time, Song Hoon’s fingers were teasing every inch of her body, and she breathed out another faint exclamation.
Yes, this was it. Exactly what she had imagined.
“This is it….”
Her body was pressed against the hotel window, one article of clothing after another being stripped away.
Every time the cool air touched her skin—
“Haa… haa.”
goosebumps rose, and ragged breaths kept spilling out of her.
Song Hoon’s hands were relentless, yet exquisitely precise.
When the last covering finally slipped off and dropped to the floor, leaving her completely naked—
“Beautiful.”
Song Hoon stepped back for a moment and admired Kim Nagyeong’s silhouette outlined by the light beyond the window.
She twisted shyly under his steady gaze, but to Song Hoon, she looked like something on the brink of being devoured.
“Come here.”
At his command, Kim Nagyeong took cautious steps and stood before him, and Song Hoon led her into the bathroom.
I’ve got to break her properly.
This wasn’t going to end as just one night of sex.
He was going to make Kim Nagyeong obsess over him.
No matter her background or her job, he would make her addicted to his cock.
The other women ended up that way too, but this one’s special.
One of the next steps in Song Hoon’s plan to broaden the variety of women he was meeting was Jeong Han-ah, the D-rank one; another was Kim Nagyeong.
In a way, you could say he’d already squeezed everything he could out of Z.
No matter how much men bragged on Z about fucking girls with verified accounts and ten or twenty thousand Instagram followers, Kim Nagyeong was an active, wildly popular cheerleader on an entirely different level.
As far as he’d checked, her Instagram followers were around two hundred thousand now.
Once he inserted the key card, the lights came on, and Kim Nagyeong blinked against the sudden brightness before opening her eyes again.
“Haa….”
Inside the now-bright bathroom, the first thing she saw was herself in the mirror.
And behind her, Song Hoon’s body pressed close, his hands stroking over hers.
Her nipples were already hard and jutting out, and between her legs, moisture kept trickling down in a steady stream.
“Slurp.”
Song Hoon licked the fluid running down the Y-shaped cleft between her thighs and brought it to his mouth, tasting it clean.
“You’re dirty….”
Feeling Song Hoon’s cock nestled between her thighs, Kim Nagyeong rocked her hips back and forth.
“You’re gorgeous.”
Kim Nagyeong’s body in the mirror was, quite simply, stunning.
Her skin was pale and soft, yes, but because she worked out, her whole body felt firm and springy rather than flabby.
Her underarms were neat and clean, and a clear eleven-line ab sequence cut across her stomach.
Her pelvis curved out in a dramatic line, almost like a handle, before stretching down into her thighs.
Every time she breathed, her ribs came into faint view, and above them her large breasts, with their pink areolas, swayed again and again with the movement of her hips.
Incredible. Both face and body. She’s better than any woman I’ve met so far.
As her juices met his cock, everything turned slick and hot, and all the while Song Hoon’s hands moved past her breasts, across her abdomen, and down toward her lower belly.
Slurp— sluuurp—
Song Hoon’s tongue kept working without pause, sucking at the back of her neck, her earlobe, and the outer rim of her ear.
“Haa—!”
At last, when Song Hoon’s hand slid past her lower belly and touched her pussy—
his fingers began gently stroking her protruding clit before slowly picking up speed.
“Haaah. Huuuungh—”
The clit kept being teased by his fingertips until her legs went weak and her whole body twisted, but—
“Look at me.”
Song Hoon whispered in her ear, one arm wrapping around her waist to support her as he kept massaging her clit.
Then—
“Ahhh—!”
when his finger slipped inside her pussy, Kim Nagyeong didn’t know what to do with herself and reached back, groping blindly for Song Hoon’s body.
“Even now, your hips won’t stop moving. Like some filthy bitch in heat.”
Even while his fingers stirred deep inside her pussy and her clit was being driven nearly mad, Kim Nagyeong kept grinding his cock between her thighs, her hips never once stopping.
“Ahhhhk. I don’t know. I don’t knowooo.”
Utter bliss was surging up from the way Song Hoon’s fingers stirred inside her.
Not there… that’s my weak spot.
Without her saying a word, his fingers were scraping and stroking only the places most vulnerable to her, teasing her exactly where she was weakest.
“Huuuuuuungh— Huuuh—”
“Nagyeong, your face is transparent. Such an obscene transparency.”
With every burst of stimulation against her g-spot and that weak place inside her pussy, Kim Nagyeong twisted and panted as though begging for more.
“I’m— I’m gonna… going to cum… hah—”
From the instant he attacked her clit and g-spot at the same time with both hands—
Kim Nagyeong could no longer contain herself, and her whole body began shaking.
“Haaahk— haaah— huuuungh….”
Fwoosh— fwoosh—
Kim Nagyeong’s waist arched in a bow as she trembled and poured out a torrent of fluid from her pussy, spraying it in every direction.