Before It Even Begins
“You were staying in a very nice place.”
The moment Jenna stepped into the suite, several tiers above her own room, she was already stripping Song Hoon down, her face buried against the nape of his neck, and she said it with obvious surprise.
“Let’s stay together until we go back, then.”
“What exactly would we be doing while staying together until we go back?”
Song Hoon unbuttoned Jenna’s dress shirt one button at a time. Her skin, having seen so little sunlight, was several shades paler than her flushed face.
“I’ll leave that to your imagination.”
“Not a bad suggestion. Hah—if we both end up satisfied by the time tonight’s over, that is.”
It was a pretty provocative thing to say. So this depended on what he could do.
“Then it’s settled. At the very least, I’ve never had a woman leave me unsatisfied—not one of the women I’ve been with.”
“You’re confident.”
But Song Hoon only gave a small laugh. Ever since he’d earned those points, he’d never once heard anyone complain that sex with him had been lacking.
“Of course. Confidence is only natural. That’s just facts.”
As Jenna finished stripping off his pants, her fingertips felt the solid weight of him, and her eyes widened a little in surprise.
It’s big. Maybe… even bigger.
The corners of her mouth lifted faintly. It was hard and hot, and at the same time a strange scent tickled her nose.
She hadn’t even gotten him completely undressed before she sank to her knees and, heart pounding, slid his panties down.
The fully swollen cock sprang out with a dull slap and brushed against her face.
“Haa—now that’s a reason to be confident.”
Seeing her stare so openly, as though she were appraising the erect cock with total satisfaction, made him grin.
“Size isn’t everything.”
“Not this size?”
Jenna swallowed, then wrapped her hand around it and gave it a slow shake.
“It’s firm. Hot. Powerful, too.”
“Exactly. Isn’t a hard one better than a long, limp one?”
“I suppose so. Long, thick, hard, and hot. I’d say that’s top-tier, even among the cocks I’ve had.”
“I’ll change your mind tonight. You’ll be saying mine is the best.”
Jenna pushed gently against his chest and seated him on the bed.
“If you can. Just shoving a big one in won’t be enough to satisfy me.”
She knelt, opened her mouth wide, and took him in, working her tongue against him.
The salty taste came first, followed by that strange body scent. What she’d thought was perfume now teased her nose more strongly, and heat rushed through her whole body.
Before she’d even finished taking him fully in, she had Song Hoon on his back, her knees planted on either side of his face, and she was licking at her pussy in earnest.
Dew glistened on her pink slit, the lips fluttering open and closed like a clam submerged in hot water.
“Hah. Kyahhh—your hands are amazing, seriously.”
One hand stroked her clit while the other gently scratched the inner walls of her pussy. Every time his fingers brushed the lower curve of her belly, a shriek-like moan burst from her throat.
“Ahng… what is this….”
Jenna writhed atop him, twisting and bucking, so Song Hoon grabbed her legs, pinned her to the bed, and started really working her inside.
He pressed hard at the place he guessed was her G-spot and teased her clit with his other hand.
“Feels good. Feels so good. Haaah—”
It seemed she’d never experienced squirt before, because the moment the urge to pee hit her, Jenna thrashed wildly.
“Bathroom. I need the bathroom. Huaaah—!”
Song Hoon held her down so she couldn’t move, then drove his fingers faster and harder inside her pussy.
Phush—phusssh—
“No… nooo.”
She couldn’t make it to the bathroom and instead shot water from her pussy, covering her face as she sprayed out a fresh gush of arousal.
“Haaah….”
But Song Hoon didn’t stop there. Even while she was squirting, he kept stimulating her, and Jenna kept trembling her hips as more and more fluid spilled out of her.
Her face grew even redder with humiliation.
“Kyaaah—!”
Just as she was starting to calm down, his cock suddenly slid into the slippery heat of her soaked pussy.
“Haa… aahng—yes.”
Once something so big and firm filled her properly, it gave her a sense of fullness that was almost luxurious.
“Khh. So full. You’re filling me up completely. Hm… not bad.”
Song Hoon peeled off the rest of Jenna’s blouse and bra, then, with his cock still buried in her, started sucking on her breasts.
Right in the middle of her ample chest sat those pink nipples.
“Cute. It’s like a child nursing.”
“That just means Jenna’s breasts are irresistible, doesn’t it?”
Jenna cradled Song Hoon’s head as he toyed with her chest, letting the pleasure that began at her nipples spread through every corner of her body.
The nipples flicked in his mouth, were bitten gently, then sucked again and again.
Smack—sluuurp—
He sucked hard, leaving kiss marks all over her breasts, and looked at the marks with obvious satisfaction.
“Men really are all the same. Somehow they all want to leave proof.”
“It probably means they feel a sense of conquest with you.”
Song Hoon wiped the wet shine from his mouth and grabbed her hips, then drove into her with a sharp thrust.
“Hah—mmn—more. More. Fuck me deeper. This isn’t even enough.”
“What are you talking about? This is still foreplay. We haven’t even started yet.”
He kissed her deeply and licked through the inside of her mouth.
Saliva traded back and forth as she wrapped her arms around his head and pressed her lips even more tightly against his, as though she never intended to let go.
But as his hips shifted during the kiss, a moan slipped naturally from her mouth.
“Kyaaah—! I like it. Why is it so good?”
Jenna clung to him in his arms and rocked her hips.
Song Hoon kept toying with her pleasure, giving it to her and then withholding it, and the one growing impatient was Jenna.
“Fuck me until I lose my mind. Just play with me already.”
He gave her so much pleasure it whitened her thoughts, then raised the threshold just a little more, over and over, until her whole body became unbearably sensitive.
One flick of Song Hoon’s hand, one thrust, and pleasure would burst from her like water from a spring.
“Fuck. Fuck me. Please.”
At her incoherent plea, Song Hoon smiled and slammed his hips forward hard.
“Haaah—yes. That. I like that. Ram my pussy, shove it in hard. Fuck me!”
Her words grew rougher and rougher. She was clearly getting very desperate.
She seems to like hard sex.
Maybe it wasn’t SM or kink exactly, but power sex—sex that felt like you were being relentlessly taken and used.
“Kek—”
Instead of gripping her hips, Song Hoon caught her by the hair and drove his body forward, and her mouth curved into a bright arc.
“Hah. It hurts. It hurts, but it feels so good. It feels like my womb’s about to be split open.”
Then she climbed on top of him and started grinding down on his cock as if pounding rice in a mortar, crying out in unabashed lust.
There was no such thing as shame here. Only pleasure. Sex for greater pleasure, and more sex.
It was Song Hoon who was actually feeling the gap in experience now.
It was his first time with a white woman, but more than that, the fact that they were both trying to dominate each other while pursuing the same pleasure was what made it so fresh and arousing.
And hearing such filthy things tumble out of that beautiful face and body was an unexpectedly irresistible point of appeal.
“I told you. There’d be no shortage.”
Song Hoon shoved his cock deep into Jenna’s pussy and kissed her while holding her by the hair.
Like a hunter who had won the hunt and was taking his trophy, he tasted every part of her body.
He licked her. Bit her. Sucked at her.
Red marks bloomed all over her white skin.
“Hnnnghh—”
As if seized by orgasm, her waist arched like a bow, her toes curled, and she clung to Song Hoon in a futile attempt to endure the pleasure devouring her whole body.
“Hahng—feels good. So good. More. Keep fucking me deeper until I break. Don’t stop.”
Song Hoon wrapped his arms around her trembling waist and kept pounding into her.
“Good. This is it. I’m going insane. Haa. It feels like my brain’s melting into your cock. This is the sex I wanted.”
“You’re more of a filthy little bitch than you look.”
With each violent jolt of her hips, she lavished affection on him in everything she did, sucking and licking at him wherever she could.
“Of course. If it’s for pleasure and ecstasy, I’m a bitch who’ll do anything.”
Jenna grinned. It wasn’t just sex. The reason she worked sales was the same—because closing a huge deal gave her that same incomparable thrill.
“Work is the same. When I land a big account, my pussy starts tingling and that rush hits me. Sex is the same. The only difference is whether it happens a little more immediately or not.”
“Then tonight I’ll make you feel that rush all night long.”
“Ah… all night? Just hearing that makes me wet.”
Jenna drew a deep breath, looking as if the pleasure was fading and she’d calmed herself down.
“You know something?”
Song Hoon kissed the side of her neck lightly and looked into her blue eyes, the same sky color that lit her gaze.
“I haven’t even started yet. I haven’t finished either. The only one who’s been taken is Jenna.”
For a moment, at the smile Song Hoon gave her, a thought flashed through Jenna’s mind.
Did I hook up with the wrong man?