Suhee in Control
“Nngh…”
“Listen to you. Are you even a man? You like it that much?”
What he’d wanted was sex, but even this was more than Donggyun could handle with a clear head. The feel of Suhee’s arms winding around him, the ticklish brush of her nipples, and—above all—his cock, gripped in her pale, pretty hand and worked until it was slick and squelching, was enough to make any man’s hips shake.
The inside of Suhee’s pussy felt incredible, but her hand was no less devastating. Her fingers hunted only the places that made him react, teasing them again and again. Pathetic as it was—exactly as she’d said—something about it felt strange. Wrong, in the best way.
“Loser.”
The more she insulted him, the more perversely aroused he became. At first he’d told himself he could endure this kind of talk if it meant getting dirty with Suhee, and that had been true enough. But the longer she held him by the balls and worked his most sensitive spots, the more those words landed like pure stimulation. And the glimpses he caught of her expression out of the corner of his eye were unreal. The way she usually panted while taking his cock was pretty and filthy in its own right—but right now she looked haughty, almost regal. Having a woman like that knead his dick left him with no choice but to rock his hips.
Having edged into something close to real cursing, Suhee checked his face again.
“Pfft.”
A laugh slipped out of her. This pathetic man had simply handed his cock over to her and was trembling in place. Whether he genuinely felt that good or not, every time she pressed and rubbed the head with her fingertips his hips jerked—and that was endlessly entertaining.
Suhee shifted her position slightly. She lifted one leg, still sheathed in her leggings, and straddled one of Donggyun’s thighs, settling into a diagonal face-to-face pose. Then she pressed the mound of her pussy firmly down against his thigh. She’d come straight from rough, violent sex with Taejun and had thought she was spent—but watching Donggyun fall apart like this stirred a fresh spark of interest.
“Mmnh…”
She ground the space between her legs harder into his thigh and let out a soft, lewd little sound. Her hand never stopped. The angle was a touch awkward, but it didn’t hinder her from working his cock at all. The more she stroked him, the more precome spilled out until everything was a mess. The slick wetness of his fluid seeping between her fingers felt deliciously filthy. Knowing this man was coming undone this completely because of her hand alone gave her a peculiar thrill of conquest.
“Nngh… ah…”
Donggyun moaned and buried his face in her chest, nuzzling into the bare skin exposed between the cups of her sports top and gasping for air. The scent of Suhee’s sweat rising from between those heavy, springy breasts made his cock stiffen even harder, as if he’d turned into a complete pervert. He could almost hear her heartbeat. Face buried in her chest, breathing hard, he focused entirely on the sensation in his cock.
“Ah—Suhee. Wait—”
“What, are you gonna come? Already?”
“Urgh…”
Suhee rocked her hips too. Donggyun’s hot breath pouring into the valley of her breasts became kindling on a fire. Her chest filled with that heat, and she could feel the cock in her hand growing harder and harder. A strange warmth was spreading between her own legs. Whether it was because of his breath or not, she was starting to get used to this game—and to be affected by it.
“Hold it.”
“Urgh. Just a second—”
Even as she told him to hold it, Suhee’s grip tightened. She had no intention of letting him last. Her long, slender fingers coiled tight around his shaft and pumped up and down in a rapid blur.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Even with nothing but precome, the wet sounds were outrageous.
“Haa… ah…”
A lewd little cry escaped Suhee’s own lips. She could feel herself getting wet down below. Donggyun’s thigh had gone rock-hard from the effort of holding back his orgasm, and grinding against that firm muscle felt good.
“Nngh… uh…”
“Aaah… aahng… mmnh…”
The room filled with both of their filthy moans. Much like his slick cock, Suhee’s pussy was soaking through all over again. She’d thought she’d emptied herself out with Taejun, but apparently she still had plenty of wetness left.
Seizing a moment when Suhee’s focus slipped, Donggyun moved. One hand clamped onto her thigh; with the other he shoved her sports top up and out of the way.
“Aah—!”
Maybe it was the game talking, but he looked almost insolent doing it—still, it felt good, so Suhee decided to allow it for now. She didn’t want the sensation between her legs to stop.
“Nngh…”
Even as he whimpered under her hand, Donggyun succeeded in baring her, and a sweet reward waited right in front of him: a small, firm, pale-pink nipple. He stuck out his tongue, reaching for the fruit perched at the tip of a breast lightly compressed by the elastic of her top.
“Mmnh—don’t.”
In a coquettish voice, Suhee arched her waist back just enough. Her nipple pulled out of reach before his wet, sloppy tongue could touch it. Donggyun leaned in pitifully closer—only for Suhee to seize his cock in a hard grip.
“Hhk—!”
“Stay still. Who do you think you are?”
Suhee tossed her head, flipping her hair back, and swayed her beautifully shaped breasts in front of his face like a deliberate tease.
“Want to suck?”
“Y-yes… yes.”
At the shameless eagerness of his answer, Suhee smiled. Feeling the cock in her hand twitch, she started moving her hand again after that brief pause.
Squelch. Squelch.
“Suck.”
Slurp.
“Mmnh… aahng…”
The instant she felt his tongue touch the tip of her nipple, a moan burst from Suhee’s mouth. And then—in a flash—Donggyun sucked her in deep, filling his mouth and pulling hard. Even Suhee couldn’t hold out against that. She clenched his cock with everything she had and ground her pussy hard against his thigh, rubbing herself into him.
“Mmnh—Suhee. I’m gonna c—”
He mumbled it around a mouthful of nipple. Barely clinging to her composure, Suhee sped up her hand. The fingers that had been wrapped around his shaft climbed higher. She cupped the head—slick and dripping with precome—and shook it up and down. The range of motion was tiny, but the stimulation it delivered was beyond imagination. Donggyun twisted his whole body as if electricity were running through him, gnawing gently at her nipple. He was fighting with everything he had to hold his orgasm and stretch the moment out—until Suhee’s whisper in his ear made it impossible.
“Nnh… come. Come like the pathetic loser you are… nnh.”
At that moan-laced, filthy abuse, Donggyun’s cock exploded. The moment he released every muscle he’d been locking down, a crushing wave of pleasure crashed over him—and thick, sticky semen flooded into Suhee’s hand.
Spurt.
Spurt.
Gush.
Suhee’s long white fingers had been sealed tight around the head. His come forced its way out between those fingers, already glossy with precome. There was so much of it her small hand couldn’t possibly contain it all.
“Haaah…”
Donggyun gasped in an ugly, broken rhythm, still wringing the last of his load out over her hand. Suhee, straddling his thigh, was breathing hard too. The way he’d chewed at her breast as he came had sent a sharp thrill through her. The hot, viscous fluid coating her palm… After a brief hesitation, she closed that same hand around his cock again—and this time she ground her pussy openly against his knee instead of his thigh.
Squelch.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
“Aagh—wait—”
Donggyun, still limp in the afterglow, let out a yelp. Suhee’s fingers, soaked in his own semen, closed around a glans that had gone hypersensitive. She gripped him as completely as she had when she’d made him come, and even that alone felt so raw his ass clenched tight. And she didn’t stop there—she started jerking him off again. It was almost too much.
“Haaah—ah—aagh—”
He twisted, trying to escape her hand, but she was never going to let him go. Catching the thrashing Donggyun by the head, she fed him her breast again the way you’d nurse an infant.
“Mmph—”
“Mmnh… aaah… aah—”
Obeying pure instinct, Donggyun bit down on the sweat-scented nipple flooding his mouth and sucked hard, over and over. Whatever was happening to his cock barely mattered anymore. Every shake of Suhee’s hand drove a pleasure past the edge of what he could process.
“Fhh—Suhee. Urgh—I’m gonna… come… again…”
“Aah—then come. Nnh—”
“No—that’s—piss—nnh—”
It didn’t feel like semen building up so much as something else about to pour out of him. He called out in a panic, but Suhee’s hand never slowed. She’d heard somewhere that if you kept stimulating a man like this, he could squirt the way a woman did. Since she was already working him with her hand, she figured she might as well satisfy her curiosity—and she shook his cock even harder, as if trying to wring it dry.
“Aagh—urgh—nnh—”
Donggyun thrashed hard enough to bounce the woman straddling him.
“Haang—ahng—”
The friction against her pussy on his knee hit her that much harder, and Suhee spilled out a string of filthy moans.
Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
The semen he’d already come turned into a soft, foamy cream under her hand—sticky white fluid and bubbles tangled through her pale fingers. The room was thick with wet, filthy sounds, Suhee’s lewd voice, and her moans. Donggyun was one breath from blacking out. He had never felt anything like this in his life. He’d always thought orgasm was the peak of pleasure—but this was something else entirely.
“Aaaagh—!”
Shhhk—shhhhhk—
With a raw shout, clear fluid burst from Donggyun’s cock. It was piss, probably—but the feeling was strange and overwhelmingly good at the same time. Cool. Liberating. Like he’d seen the far edge of pleasure itself.
Just as Suhee had said—pathetic—Donggyun slumped back against the wall in a boneless sprawl. The room was soaked with everything he’d spilled. The breast that had been in his mouth had slipped free sometime without him noticing. Dazed by a pleasure he’d never known, he looked up at Suhee with unfocused eyes and saw she was already straightening her clothes, as if she meant to leave.
“Ah…”
Suhee glanced down at the fluid coating her hand, then at him—and flicked out her tongue to taste it. Thick, sticky semen. A briny flavor and a heavy viscosity. He’d clearly been holding it in for a long time.
“Be good and hold out again next time. Got it? Then… next time I’ll give you something even better…”
Her voice was low and suggestive. She wasn’t even using polite speech anymore, but Donggyun didn’t care. All he could think about—frantically, desperately—was how to make sure he got to do this with her again.