There was no need to answer. I didn’t have the presence of mind for it, and he hadn’t really asked expecting a reply. All I could do was breathe raggedly and shift my body.
“...Hh.”
—...
There was nothing more from the other end of the line. If he knew I was touching myself, the least he could do was let hear his voice. That selfish thought lingered when—thunk—I heard the sound of a car door closing. Then ca the quick, purposeful beat of footsteps.
“Haa...”
—...
“Hh, mm...”
Footsteps again—asured and firm under normal circumstances, but now carrying a noticeable urgency. Then, after a long silence, the sound of a frustrated sigh, followed by the faint grind of a curse bitten off.
“...Mr. Yido.”
—“Talk to .”
“Hh, hurry...”
Had three minutes always been this long? The thought of him coming toward was pushing my patience to its limit. His scent lingering on the bed could only do so much for now.
“Hurry... co.”
—...
Another sigh from him. The tone made wonder if I’d pushed too far, but instinct had already drowned out reason.
“...Hh.”
My grip was weakening, making even finishing by my own hand difficult. I wanted to squeeze harder, stroke faster, but my fingers kept slipping. What am I supposed to do like this... I thought, when his voice ca low over the line.
—“Never thought this house was that big...”
Sothing about it being a waste, maybe. I wasn’t really processing the words, too focused on his voice. I couldn’t even tell whether the footsteps I heard were still through the phone or coming from just outside the door.
"..."
I blinked slowly, and for so reason, I was sure that this ti the tightly shut door would open. I waited—until the door flew open, just a bit rougher than usual.
"..."
"..."
His brows lifted slightly when his eyes landed on my curled-up form. Closing the door behind him, he walked toward , his approach like sothing out of a film, strangely unreal. I looked up at him through trembling lashes, still sprawled in disarray.
“...You’re here?”
He raked a hand roughly through his hair, mussing what had been perfectly neat. Loosening his tie, he climbed onto the bed and, without warning, lifted and laid out neatly.
“That’s a skill in itself.”
"..."
“You’re the only one who can make run with a single phone call.”
He swept the blanket aside without ceremony. A mont ago it had felt like a lifeline, but with the real Yido here now, it hardly mattered. I looped my arms around his neck, pulling him in close.
“Co on, hurry...”
I buried my face against the base of his neck, right over his scent gland. The pheromones pouring from there were on an entirely different scale from what clung to the blanket. Rubbing my face there, I felt what little rationality I had left dissolve into a heady haze.
“Put it in, now...”
“...Hah.”
I pressed my hips to his. He pulled back enough to look down at , then stripped off my half-pulled pants and underwear in one motion.
“You can’t take right away like this, Sejin.”
His hands smoothed over my pale thighs, stroking the inner flesh before brushing against my damp cock. Sliding his hand lower, along my perineum, he frowned and spoke slowly.
“You’re so tight here...”
The words cut off. His fingers had found my entrance and slipped inside without the slightest resistance. He froze mid-motion.
“Ah...”
A dark smile tugged at his lips—not from amusent, but from the strain of holding back desire. His eyes sank into shadow, and when he spoke, his voice was split by that twisted edge.
“You’re driving insane.”
Without hesitation, he undid his belt, pressed his hips flush to mine. He didn’t bother to strip, didn’t even lower his pants fully—just freed himself and drove his cock in to the hilt, as if that was all that mattered.
“Ahh...!”
It felt like I was being split in two. Even when he prepared carefully, it could be a stretch—how much more so now, with only my clumsy attempts beforehand. The snug stretch of my walls ca with a sharp mix of pain and shuddering pleasure.
"..."
My head tipped back, legs trembling, breath caught silent in my throat. For a mont my vision went white, and fluid spurted ssily from . Yido gave an experintal thrust, then casually stripped off my T-shirt.
“Ah, it hurts...”
“...You’re exaggerating.”
I shook my head. He’d pulled back, and I hooked my legs around his waist in protest—but he hadn’t been planning to withdraw. Instead, he slamd back in, hard enough to knock the breath from .
“Haah!”
“I get it, you love my cock... but—”
“Hh, mm...”
“You’ll have to let go so I can move.”
My walls clamped down hard, my abs tensing until they flattened. His throat rumbled like a caged animal. He rotated his hips, hooked my legs over his shoulders.
“Relax.”
“Ah—ahh!”
Deep, solid thrusts pounded into . Even without precision, his size pressed rcilessly against every sensitive spot. My belly felt ready to burst, but the waves of pleasure were stronger.
“Hh—there... ahh, mm, ah...!”
I felt like I was dangling over a ledge. Drool slid from my parted lips, my heart thudding in my chest. The bed was a ss, and what we were doing was ssier still—but every sensation he gave broke into pure satisfaction.
“Hh...”
I grabbed at his collar. He was still fully dressed, tie and all, except for his disheveled hair—ascetic in appearance, rciless in action.
“Ah—ahh!”
Even then, he showed no rcy in driving harder. When I reacted strongly to a certain angle, he picked it up instantly and exploited it.
“Mmh, ah—there, mm... hhh...”
It was so good I couldn’t imagine another heat without him.
“Ah, it’s so... hh, good...”
I curled my toes, rocking my hips toward him, wanting him deeper. Lowering my legs, he bent over , bracing one hand by my head.
“Why so impatient today?”
You’re just as bad, I thought—his pupils blown, though it wasn’t even rut.
“Hh, mm...”
“Hah... damn.”
Kisses fell over my face in quick succession. He caught my tears on his lips, then moved down to my neck, sucking softly at the skin.
“Ahh, hh, mmm.”
When this was over, I’d be covered in marks. Even clothes with high collars might not hide them—but the thought of belonging to him so completely left giddy.
He wrapped tight and kept moving. My cock, trapped between us, rubbed against his abs, leaking over his clothes and ruining his suit.
“Hh, your clothes...”
“You’ve got ti to worry about that?”
With a lazy blink, he pushed himself up and began undressing as if bored—stripping from tie to shirt without ever pulling out. Buttons skittered across the bed. At this rate, none of his shirts would survive .
“Sejin.”
My na, spoken like a prompt to focus. When our eyes t, his were as clouded with arousal as mine. His pheromones poured out in waves, saturating .
“Focus.”
“Ahh!”
He thrust sharply, my lower belly bulging. Pressing his palm over it, he rocked his hips again.
“Ah—ahh!”
My insides felt packed impossibly full, his cock distinct enough to trace with my mind. The ecstasy was doubled by its intensity, bordering on torture.
“Hhh, hh... can’t...”
He always knew when my protests were real and when they were play. Even shaking my head got no reprieve. Pulling almost all the way out, he dragged back in, scraping along the front wall.
“Ahh...!”
Pleasure burst sharp and bright. I’d lost count of how many tis I’d co already. Watching drip thin, watery fluid, his eyes narrowed.
“This... can I bite it later?”
“Hh—of course not...”
I pushed at his shoulder, half in alarm. Not that he could, in this position, but still. What could be so appetizing about a cock slick with co? His disappointed look was absurd.
“Don’t say things like that... hh, just hurry...”
“Quit the nonsense and take it?”
I’d barely voiced my complaint before he obliged, picking up pace. The faint curve of his smile said he wasn’t displeased. Leaning over , he gradually quickened his rhythm.
“Ah, ah—mm!”
“...Hhh.”
“Haa, mm, so good...”
Every movent sent wet sounds into the air. My walls clenched and released in perfect ti with him, until he pulled back to the tip and pushed smoothly in again.
“Mmm...”
So this was what people ant by being physically compatible. Even if I had no one else to compare him to, I doubted any other partner could match this.
“Haa, hh, ah—ah...!”
A deep thrust wrung a cry from . His face pressed into my neck, hips pounding. The mont I thought his cock had swelled even larger, he crushed in his arms.
“...Hh.”
My breath broke as the tension along my spine burst into a ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) crashing orgasm.
I thought he was knotting—the spasms were so vivid. But he only gritted his teeth and spilled deep inside .
“Haa...”
As a high-grade dominant alpha, even one climax ant a lot of cum. His earlier joke about my stomach bursting didn’t seem like a joke now.
“Tell you’re not actually trying to get pregnant...”
Still catching my breath, I asked. He turned his head to look at , cheek resting on my shoulder—an oddly cute picture for him.
“At this rate... I think it could happen even without knotting...”
He only curved his lips faintly, then bit my collarbone and, still inside , began to move again.
“Shall we find out?”
“Hh—find out what...”
“Whether it happens without knotting.”
He drove in again, his pheromones heating around us. Mine were no less intense.
“Guess we keep going until it does.”
“That’s... ahh!”
It had been a joke, but it seed to ignite him. There was no way—especially for a male oga like —but his conviction was dangerous.
“You don’t know until you try.”
“Haa... slower, hh, mm...!”
The cum already inside shifted with every thrust. It was softer than the first ti, but the stimulation was stronger. I’d already co countless tis, but he gave no rcy.
“Hh, Mr. Yido, please...”
It wasn’t a plea to stop—just the edge of fear at how overpowering it was.
“What do I do? I like hearing you beg.”
“Hh, mm...”
“Want to keep going?”
Tears slid down my temples. His words were shaless, but the kiss he pressed to my cheek was almost tender. When I bit my tongue to stifle a moan, he forced my cheeks together until my lips parted.
“...Mmph.”
His tongue slipped in, filling my mouth. The kiss was insistent but strangely gentle, his pheromones filling with every breath.
"..."
Every taut muscle slackened. Even places I hadn’t realized were tense relaxed. The comfort his scent gave was like a drug, wiping my mind clean.
I clung to him, drinking in his tongue, pulling him closer. He angled his head to give better access, relentless in his kiss.
“Mmm...”
His hand rose to my chest, palm resting over my heartbeat. He stayed like that for a while, moving his hips with less punishing force now.
“Haa...”
When our lips parted, a thin thread of saliva stretched between us. He nibbled at my lower lip, then shifted to tease my hardened nipple.
“...Hh.”
That part of , usually ignored, was hypersensitive now. Pinches, scratches, flicks—it all sent sharp jolts through . My back arched with every touch.
“Do it right and... you might co from just here.”
He spoke with the eager curiosity of a student, even suggesting we try with just my chest next ti. My eyes went wide, and he only smiled wickedly.
“Don’t look at like that. I’m in a hurry today too.”
"..."
So if he wasn’t in a hurry, he would try it? For soone so educated, he could be shaless in bed.
“Your tastes are... hh...”
Before I could finish, he was moving again. Maybe that short break had been his last shred of rcy—now he plunged into with rough, rapid strokes. I started to dig my nails in before pulling back, worried about hurting him.
“Leave marks.”
He brushed a kiss against my ear and whispered sweetly,
“Scratch as much as you want.”
It was like a spell—my fingers curled before I realized, dragging hard enough to sting. He didn’t care, only lowered himself to drive deeper.
“Ah, hhk!”
The overwhelming pleasure crashed over without pause. I clung to him, body swaying loosely. In the end, I couldn’t stop it—couldn’t stop the raw, near-feral sounds from rising in my throat.
It was animal. He bit and sucked everywhere, leaving his marks, and ca inside again and again, never pulling out—like he really did an to breed .
We didn’t separate for the rest of the day.
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