The Day I Fell Into the Trap (2)
I drove into Yeonju like a machine, my hips slamming up into her again and again. Her ass came crashing down to meet every thrust, and the wet smack of our flesh colliding only grew louder, more frantic. Each time I buried myself to the hilt I felt the head of my cock kiss the mouth of her womb.
"Hngh~ hah-hah~ ahh… hah-hah~ haaah~"
Her hole had felt loose at first, but the deeper I pounded her the more the walls of her pussy began to twitch and clench around me. It wasn't the vise-grip from last time, but it had tightened up enough to feel genuinely good. I figured the alcohol was finally starting to wear off.
I kept thrusting up into her for a long while before Yeonju pushed herself upright and twisted around. I forced my eyes open and looked down — and all I could see was that enormous ass planted across my hips.
I grabbed it on instinct, both hands sinking into the flesh. Yeonju bent forward, seized my legs, and started rolling her hips, grinding herself along the length of my cock.
She picked up the pace little by little. My shaft, pinned beneath the thick mound of her sex, kept vanishing and reappearing between her cheeks like something struggling to breathe.
"Nngh~ haaang~ mmm…"
The moans coming out of her sounded like she was savoring a meal. Then she sat up again, reached back, and wrapped her hand around the cock that had been buried inside her only a moment ago.
"Hngh~ nngh…"
Her palm rolled me from side to side, working my shaft, and whenever she rubbed the head the sensation went white-hot.
She stroked me from the root all the way up, then finally hiked that huge ass into the air and lined the tip of my cock against the entrance of her pussy.
I sank back into her, swallowed whole by that deep cave. My head was already hypersensitive from the teasing, and the feeling of being sheathed again was even better than before. The head scraped along her inner walls in one long, deep slide — and the instant it kissed her cervix I nearly came on the spot.
Yeonju planted her knees and started bouncing, lifting and dropping the ass that had swallowed me whole. My cock would slide out until just the ridge of the head was showing, then vanish again beneath those thick pussy lips. Her ass would rise — and then slam back down, slapping hard against my stomach.
"Haaang…!"
A raw, violent moan. She was taking me to the root and feeling every inch of it.
Then her ass really started working — a full, practiced grind. Deep for a few strokes, hard for a few more, then fast and shallow, cooking my cock with the kind of skill that knew exactly what it was doing.
"Augh~ hngh~ ah~ haaang~ nngh! nngh! augh…"
Her moans grew rougher. The rhythm of her ass slamming down got faster and faster. I gripped those full cheeks with both hands, pushing her up on the rise and yanking her down on the drop.
Even half out of our minds, we still found a rhythm — hard, then soft, then hard again — and fucked like we actually knew what we were doing. But it wasn't enough. Not this time. I needed to brand the inside of Yeonju's pussy so thoroughly that it would remember the shape of my cock. Her riding felt incredible, but if I wanted to stamp my claim for good, I had to take over and drive it home myself.
I sat up all at once. Yeonju pitched forward onto her face, and I hoisted her ass into the air, folding her into a doggy-style sprawl.
"Hnnngh~"
She made a small, hollow sound, as if the sudden emptiness inside her had left her aching. I couldn't see it clearly, but I knew that hole I'd been pounding was still hanging open, the pink flesh inside twitching and working at the air.
Instead of giving her my cock, I pushed two fingers in. I'd learned from Ji-eun that making a woman wait — feeding her just enough to drive her crazy — worked far better than giving her what she wanted right away.
I crooked my fingertips and scooped at the juices welling up inside her, churning them like I was drawing water from a well. Yeonju buried her face in the mattress, spreading her own ass wider, and the moans she let out were louder than anything she'd given me when my cock was in her.
"Haaang~ augh~ nngh! nngh! aaah~ nngh~ hnnnngh!"
A hot jet of fluid shot from her hole, and I felt the muscles deep inside clamp down hard. I yanked my fingers out. Another thick squirt, then another — and a rush of milky wetness spilled down the inside of her thigh.
"Haa~ haa~"
She was still catching her breath when I lined myself up and shoved in to the hilt in one stroke.
"Augh~!!"
I drove my hips into her without mercy. Yeonju's ass was so full and soft that every impact sent a ripple rolling through the flesh.
"Ah! That hurts… ahh-ahh~ hey~ go easy… aaagh~ ahh-ahh-ahh~!"
She was screaming, but I had no intention of slowing down. I was going to fuck her so hard, so violently, that her pussy would be custom-fit to my cock and nothing else. Then she'd never be able to come with another man. She'd have to come looking for me. I was sure of it.
"Haaang~ nngh-nngh-nngh~ ahh~ hey… ahh~ heeey... ea… ea… easy… hngh~"
She was whining more than usual tonight. But I was already a dog in heat. I couldn't hear the pain in her voice. I just fucked her harder.
Her ass was turning red. She tried to crawl forward, to get away, but I pinned her hips and held her in place. She collapsed onto the bed — and my cock was still standing straight up, so I spread her cheeks, found the hole that had just closed, and pushed right back in.
"Hnnngh~"
The angle was lower, so I couldn't slam into her as hard as before, but I could still bury myself deep.
"Nngh~ nngh~ aaang~ nngh-nngh-nngh~"
This time the sounds she made were the good kind.
"Hah~ hah~ you fucking bitch. You're mine now. This pussy is mine."
I had no idea where the words came from. I was too far gone to care.
"Nngh-nngh-nngh~ yeah, fuck, take it. Take my pussy~ nngh-nngh~"
She shot it right back at me, her breathing ragged. The rush of knowing I'd finally made her mine hit me like a drug, and I poured everything I had left into a last, savage sprint.
"Hah~ fuck, that's good. This is my pussy now. I'm gonna come."
"Haaang~ come. Come inside. Haaang~ nngh-nngh-nngh~"
I came. I emptied myself into Yeonju's pussy and collapsed on top of her, whether from the alcohol or from how good it felt I couldn't have said.
"Hah~ hah~ hah~"
"Haa~ haa~"
I had never been this wrecked after sex. I'd spent every last drop of myself, and my body had simply shut off. I slumped across her back, and the two of us lay there catching our breath, feeling the warmth of each other's skin. Then we pulled the blanket over us, held on tight, and drifted into a deep, easy sleep.
The next morning.
A harsh blade of sunlight cut through my sleep. I opened my eyes to a blaze of morning light pouring through the window and straight onto my face. Yeonju was still out cold beside me, buried under the blanket, so I eased myself up as quietly as I could and pulled the curtains shut.
Looking at her sleeping so peacefully, I couldn't help smiling. Drunk or not, last night was burned into my memory. I left her there and headed for the bathroom — I needed to piss.
A pot was bubbling away in the kitchen. I glanced over and saw someone already at the stove, working a big pot of soup like it was the most natural thing in the world. I didn't stop to figure out who. I was too desperate. I walked to the bathroom and shoved the door open.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Minhee was already sitting on the toilet. We both froze, staring at each other in stunned silence.
"Wh-what the hell?"
Her eyes dropped to my lower half. Shit. I was completely naked — and the glimpse of her dark pubic hair had already started getting me hard.
"S-sorry."
I clapped a hand over myself, yanked the door shut, and bolted for the bedroom.
"Huh? Taemin, why are you up so early?"
Yeonju shuffled out of another room, rubbing her eyes, her hair a mess. I didn't even have time to answer. I dove into the room I'd come from and started grabbing whatever clothes were scattered on the floor, yanking them on in a panic.
And then I saw it.
Yeonju was still in the bed. Fast asleep under the blanket.
"What the hell… how is that possible…?"
The door creaked open and Yeonju walked in.
"Wear these. Give me the ones you had on yesterday. I'll wash them when I get home."
She was holding a pair of my underwear. I took them without thinking, and she turned and walked back out.
My hands started to shake.
If the woman who just came in and left is Yeonju… then who the hell is sleeping in that bed?
A cold dread slid down my spine. I walked to the bed, slowly, and lifted the edge of the blanket.
Fuck. Heeyeon. That Crazy-emon bitch.