WHEN THE FAT HEAD OF HIS COCK GOT INSIDE OF ME, I FELT LIKE I was being ripped apart, and the pain was bigger than the one I felt in my first time. So much that I cried and carved my nails on my wide back. Then his thrusts went deeper, and deeper, and deeper until he reached the walls of my womb. "Oh my God," it was all I could say.
He hugged my upper body, pressing my breasts on his chest, as he began to move, making my mind go blank again. I felt like my body was melting. Burning up. And by how hot his skin was he was probably feeling the same way.
"Fuck," he gasped, inside of me. "You are so tight!" Then shut my moans with an intense kiss again, and I crossed my legs on his waist like a baby monkey. His thrusts got deeper and harder. Jung-won was going so hard that the bed moved and the bed frame violently hit the wall. "Are you sure… your friends won't come… back tonight?"
I giggled, "Yes," then I turned around, finally gathering enough strength to push him down and be on top. "And the room is sound-proof!" Then his hands went to my hips and he helped me ride on him.
"Don't close your eyes," he ordered. "Look at me!" Obeying him for once, I stared at him and allowed him watch me as I moved from back to front frantically, as if my life depended on it. He seemed to be having a hard time not closing his eyes, "You are really… so fucking… tight…"
"You are too big," I mumbled drunk in the moment. "I… feel like you are going to break me in half… mmmm… fuck… Choi… Jung-won…" When I couldn't handle it anymore, I closed my eyes and slammed my lips on his, letting him dominate the kiss, while I dominated his dick.
His hands pressed my boobies and after a while he stopped the kiss, and made me arch my back, then he began to suck my breasts as if he was a baby and needed that to stay alive. I moaned his name like a bitch, and when he bit my nipples, I had my first orgasm.
My first ever orgasm caused by a man. Ever. I only had it if I touched myself, so I froze when it happened. "Oh my God," I gasped.
Licking his lips he meet my eyes, "What is it Princess? Are you okay? Am I hurting you?"
I held his face and brushed my lips on his, "No one was ever able to make me reach an orgasm. I only did it alone. But…" I closed my eyes, "you just… did it. How?"
Switching it, he held my body and came on top of me again, putting one of my legs on his shoulders. "Don't ask, just let me do it again, Princess," he whispered and kissed me intensely once more, stroking his cock deeply inside of me, hitting my womb so hard that his balls spanked my ass non-stop.
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When I woke up, the sun was invading my room and I felt a terrible pain in the middle of my legs. As the memories of what happened last night flooded my mind, I jumped from the bed startled by my own actions. "Fuck!" I yelled at no one.
"Good morning, Freya," Dove spoke.
"When did he left?"
"It had just turned 5 in the morning," oh no.
"And what hour is it now?"
"8 am."
I cried, "What have I done?"
"I believed it's what you humans call sex!"
"Shut up, Dove. I shouldn't have done that. Not with him, damn it. With anyone is this world but him! For fuck's sake, why am I so impulsive when I drink?" Cursing everything and everyone, I ran to the bathroom and took a warm bath in the shower. "How could I be so stupid to fuck my parents' boss? Oh my God!"
After the bath that was supposed to be relaxing but was anything but that, I walked cursing the pain he caused in the middle of my legs, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I cried.
I was full of marks from up my neck and down my body. "That fucking savage monster. How dare he call me despicable when he does this? And why was he so big? I'm all sore now, damn it. Is he insane? Why the fuck did he had to come after me when I left?"
And I kept cursing him as I got dressed all in black, with a turtleneck black long-sleeved shirt and a high-waist black jeans, with a pair of winter black high winter boots without heels. With my hair down to cover my ears, since the devil bit them too.
"Freya," Dove called.
"What?"
"He left an audio note."
I gasped, "With you?"
"Yes."
Why did he left a note with my AI? Couldn't he just write something? "Play it for me."
"Freya. Good morning. Thank you for the night, it was the best meal I've ever had. And if anyone ask, say that you didn't see me and that I must have been around the lake. I don't want to cause problems to you." Then it ended. "That was all."
"Thank you, Dove. You can be off now." When I heard the sound of her turning off, I let out a deep breath. "Fucking son of a bitch, how can he say something dirty like that? Calling me a meal? What an asshole. And he probably said that because must have also regretted it." Annoyed with him and myself, I kicked my bed. "As if I would mention such a mistake to anyone else."
I went down the stairs and found the place a mess, with my things thrown everywhere. Cursing him and myself, I ran to put everything in the right place, and made a cappuccino for myself. My body full of energy like one of my power generators.
"This won't do. They will notice my change damn it. I need to let this out," then I saw my ice-skating gear on the corner of the living room and ran to it. I sat down, took off my boots, and put them on.
However, when I went outside, Chase and Flower were sitting on the deck, each with a Starbucks in hands, and when they saw me, I froze. "There it comes, the one who got laid," Chase exclaimed in a mocking tone.
"You left a crime scene in the living room, dear," Flower added smirking mischievously. "So, who was the lucky charm of the time?"
I slapped my forehead, "It was a mistake. I don't want to talk about it. Please let's not talk about this. Let it die. It was one of the biggest mistakes I've ever committed after drinking too much."
Chase gave me a dirty look, "It was that guy?"
"What guy?"
"The bipolar who freaked out," Flower said.
I said nothing, but my face burned. "Oh, so, it was him. Okay, we'll keep it a secret. BUT tell us. Was it good?"
"Chase!" I cried.
"What?" He chuckled.
"I'm curious too," my girl added.
Good is an understatement, but it was wrong. I shouldn't have done that. So, it's better to avoid it. "Yes. It was."
"But why was it wrong?" He asked.
I bit my bottom lip, "He's the CMM's CEO!"