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Slow burning 1

It was late at night; my heels clacked on the pavement of Shinjuku. I had just left my job to head home; I couldn't bother to change back into my mundane clothes. Therefore, I threw my coat over the see-through lace costume I performed in. I was the main attraction at an elite hostess club. I would dance, sing, and occasionally, if the money was right, I'd offer more, but not sex. I was an artist, and my body was my canvas.

I was a goddess, in my mind and my customer's eyes.

"Hey, you're that one dancer, right?" I heard a man call out from behind me. I kept walking; he was too drunk to be considered a danger.

After a few seconds, he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around; his breath reeked of alcohol. He tried to grab my breasts, but I pushed him away, making him stumble back.

"Bitch," he hissed. "I've spent my monthly wage on you for just a private show, where I didn't even get to see your boobs."

"Well, you're not seeing them tonight, or any night," I said, turning to leave. I heard him stumble forward; he was probably going to try something. I just smirked; as I did, my hand was already wrapped around the handle of a knife. He grabbed me again; I sidestepped him and drove my blade through his hand, pinning it to the wall. I left him screaming in the alley as I walked home, my heels clicking against the ground, my coat perfectly draped over my shoulders.

I reached my apartment, which was modest but large enough for me and my son. As soon as I opened the door, my son was there waiting for me in his pyjamas. He observed me while I removed my coat and hung it, and climbed off my heels, tossing them in the shoe storage.

"What did happen?" He asked, "You are flushed and ten minutes late from your usual time." He observed.

"A man tried to rape me; I stabbed him," I replied as I started walking down the corridor to the bathroom.

"How the hell can you speak so casually about it?" My son grabbed my hand and pinned me to the wall, his voice full of concern.

His eyes were flaming; he was staring at me, alarmed. I smirked at him, pulling my hand free from his.

"I'm fine; I've had to deal with that shit for years." I shrugged. "Besides, I'm sure it's not the first time you've heard me say such a thing, no?"

My son was silent for a few seconds. He just stared at me, his face contorted into something I couldn't recognise. He had this look in his eyes that made me feel… strange.

"I'm worried for you; I cannot afford to lose you. "You are too precious to me," he affirmed, taking me into his arms. My face was pushed into his neck.

"My boy is devoted to me." I melted into his arms.

If there could have been a person able to make my heart skip a bit, he was my baby. He was my pride and joy.

"Like you are to me," he countered, making me giggle.

"Please, ask a bodyguard from the club to escort you on your commute," he begged me, looking up to me. "Or I'll have to do it myself."

He had studied Kyokushinkai for a bunch of years, and I could say he was good at it.

I couldn't say no to him, though; he was just too cute. I nodded to him, and he grinned brightly.

He let me go and stepped back, looking with attention at the way I was wearing. His eyes ogled at the view.

"Why are you not wearing your own clothes?" He asked, gulping slightly.

I explained to him my tiredness and willingness to get home as soon as possible after my shift; he nodded, keeping on staring at me with a hint of lust in his eyes.

"Be a good boy and help to get off this costume," I told him, swaying my hips towards my bedroom. He followed me like a puppy, enchanted by my beauty.

I stood before the bed, pushing my hair to the side to give him a better view of the hook. He quickly stepped behind me and began to undo the hooks.

"How does it feel being the centre of attention, being adored by hundreds of men?" He questioned.

"It's a thrill," I hummed. "They pay me for my time, my attention and my skills as a dancer."

He finished undoing the hooks, and I slowly let the dress fall to my hips. I turned to look at him, and his eyes went directly to my breasts, barely covered by my lace bra.

"May I touch them?" He questioned, his voice full of excitement. I was well aware of the influence I had on him. He was an innocent boy, but he wasn't stupid.

I smiled, letting him touch me. His hands were soft on my skin, and his touch was gentle; he reached behind to undo the bra and let it fall to the floor.

He looked at my breasts with hunger. His hands were on them, fondling them. He looked at me and smiled.

"You are so perfect, so gorgeous," he affirmed, his hands travelling down my stomach.

"Mmm, thank you. You can touch me more if you want," I smirked.

His hands went down to my panties, his fingers hooking into the waistband and pulling them down. I stepped out of them and turned around, presenting myself to him.

"What do you think?" I asked, my hands on my hips.

"You look good enough to eat," he breathed, his eyes glued to my pussy.

I turned around and sat on the bed, opening my legs for him. His eyes were fixated on my pussy; he looked like he was in heaven. He fell to his knees, his hands on my thighs. I grabbed his head and pulled him towards me; his tongue met my clit, and I moaned loudly. His tongue was soft and warm on my pussy. He licked and sucked on my clit, his fingers playing with my pussy. I was lost in pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh… yes, yes, yes…" I chanted in between pants.

"I'm going to make you forget what that bastard did to you," he murmured against my cunt.

I wrapped my legs around his head, pulling him closer to me. His fingers inside me, thrusting in and out. His tongue was swirling around my clit. I was moaning loudly; my body was shaking. I was close to cumming. He sensed it and increased his pace, his fingers thrusting faster, his tongue flicking my clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" I cried out.

I came hard, my pussy clenching around his fingers. I screamed his name, my body shaking violently. He didn't halt; he went on, his tongue and fingers working me. He brought me to another orgasm, and another, and another. I was a mess; my body was covered in sweat, and my hair was a mess. He finally stopped, looking up at me with a grin. His face was glistening with my juices.

"How do you feel now?" He questioned.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I just looked at him, my chest heaving. He stood up and kissed me on the lips.

Like a gentleman, he took care of cleaning me with a wet wipe and tucked me under the duvet.

"Good night, Mum," he whispered, kissing my lips.

"Do not dare to leave me alone. I want you by my side," I murmured back.

"Alright," he chuckled and joined me on the bed. I immediately scooted to his side, wrapping my leg over his hip.

"Thank you for everything," I whispered. I kissed him on the neck, then on the collarbone. I could feel his heart beating rapidly.

"Don't mention it. Now go to sleep," he replied, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, lulled by the sound of his heart beating.

When morning came, I found my son kissing my inner thighs from under the duvet.

I looked down at him, emitting a soft moan. He lifted his gaze to mine, smiling softly.

"Good morning," he whispered, kissing my pussy.

He was looking up at me, his eyes shining with adoration.

"Good morning, my love," I replied, my voice still husky from sleep.

He kissed my pussy again, his lips soft against my skin. I moaned again, my hips bucking up slightly.

"Did you sleep well?" He questioned, his lips still against my pussy.

I nodded, combing his hair with a hand on his head.

"Good," he murmured. "I'm glad you slept well."

I looked at him, my heart swelling with love. He was so sweet, so kind.

He continued to kiss my pussy, his lips soft and gentle. I moaned softly, my hips bucking up again.

"You're so sweet," I whispered, my voice filled with love.

I removed the duvet from our bodies and pulled him up to lie down on my body, his head snuggled in the crook of my neck. His arms were wrapped around my chest.

"I love you," I affirmed, kissing his head.

He looked up at me, a soft smile on his lips.

"I love you too, Mum," he replied. I felt my heart swell with love and adoration for him.

He was my son, my child, my pride and joy. I loved him more than anything in the world.

I pulled him closer to me, kissing him softly on the lips. He responded to my kiss, his lips soft against mine. I deepened the kiss, my tongue meeting his. He moaned softly against my lips, his arms tightening around me.

I broke the kiss, looking into his eyes. They were shining with love and adoration.

I could feel his erection against my thigh, and I smiled against his lips. I broke the kiss again, looking into his eyes.

"Do you want me to take care of that?" I questioned.

"As much as I would love to, even if it's Saturday, I've my training session till late in the afternoon," he replied, making me pout.

He looked at me more seriously, with a hint of shyness. "If we are going to make love, we will take our sweet time," he asserted. "I do not want to be in a rush for my first time."

I kissed him again, softly on the lips. "Tonight then, I'll make you happy."

He smiled against my lips and kissed me again. I felt his heart beating rapidly against my chest.

We kissed again, our lips soft against each other. I could taste my pussy on his lips, and I moaned softly against his lips. He broke the kiss, looking into my eyes.

"We should get ready for the day," he said, his voice soft. I nodded, kissing him again.

He got up from the bed, stretching his arms above his head. I admired his body, his muscles rippling under his skin.

"Are you going to keep staring at me?" He questioned, looking at me.

"Yes," I replied, licking my lips. He chuckled softly, looking at me with amusement.

"Come on, get up. "Let's get ready," he said, holding his hand out to me. I took his hand, letting him pull me up from the bed. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me softly on the lips.

We stood there for a moment, our arms wrapped around each other. He broke the kiss, looking into my eyes. His eyes were shining with love and affection.

"I love you, Mum," he whispered, his breath fanning my face. I smiled softly, my heart filled with love.

"I love you more," I replied, kissing him again.

He pulled away, smiling at me. "If we keep going like this, I'm going to be late," he stated, laughing softly.

He went into the bathroom first, taking care of his morning hygiene. Once he was done, I followed in his footsteps. After I got out of the shower, I walked into my room to pick up my clothes.

As I walked out into the kitchen, I saw him already making breakfast. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He turned around, smiling at me.

"What are you making?" I questioned, looking over his shoulder.

He turned back around, focusing on the food.

"Just some scrambled eggs and toast," he replied. I pressed myself against his back, my arms still around his waist.

"It smells good," I murmured, kissing his neck softly.

I heard him chuckle softly; he turned around to face me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.

"You can taste it when it's ready," he teased, kissing my forehead softly.

I looked up at him, a pout on my lips. He smiled at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leaned down, kissing me softly on the forehead. I closed my eyes, savouring his touch.

"I'll set the table," I murmured against his lips, breaking away.

"Okay," he replied, looking down at me. His eyes were soft and loving.

He turned back around to focus on the food. I went to the cupboard, getting out the plates. I set the table, getting out the cutlery as well. Once I was done, I went back to the kitchen.

"Need any help?" I questioned. He shook his head, looking at me over his shoulder.

"No, I'm good. Just need to plate everything up," he replied.

I leaned against the counter, watching him. He plated up the food, bringing it over to the table. He set the plates down, going back to the kitchen to get our drinks.

"Tea or coffee?" He questioned, looking at me. I thought for a moment before replying.

"Coffee, please," I replied. He nodded, getting out two mugs.

He made our drinks, bringing them over to the table. He sat down next to me, picking up his cutlery.

"Thanks for breakfast," I said, smiling at him.

He smiled back, picking up his fork. "You're welcome," he replied.

We ate in silence for a moment, the only sound being the clinking of cutlery on plates. I finished my breakfast before him, leaning back in my chair. I watched him as he finished his breakfast.

"That was good," I complimented, picking up my mug. He looked up at me as I took a sip of my coffee.

"Thanks," he replied, smiling. He finished his breakfast, leaning back in his chair. He picked up his mug, taking a sip of his tea.

I looked over at the clock, realising what time it was.

"You should get going; you're going to be late," I reminded him, standing up from my chair. He nodded, standing up as well. He picked up our plates, taking them to the sink. I followed him, picking up our mugs.

"I'll wash up when I get back," he stated. I nodded, turning on the tap for him.

He washed up quickly, drying his hands on the towel. He turned to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I'll see you later," he murmured, kissing me softly. I melted into his embrace, my arms around his neck.

He broke the kiss, looking at me.

"You are going to find me out of the club tonight," he promised. "I can do it on weekends."

I pecked him, feeling much better. He grabbed his bag, heading for the door before turning to look at me.

"I'll be fine, don't worry," I stated, smiling at him. He nodded, smiling back.

"See you later," he said, before closing the door behind him.

I watched him leave, my heart full of love for him.

The rest of the day went by uneventfully till I got ready for the club. I always did my makeup and hair at the club, but I preferred to do my manicure and pedicure at home, where I could take my time.

I got ready, slipping into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I grabbed my dance outfit, shoving it into my bag. I slipped into a pair of trainers, grabbing my coat on the way out.

The walk to the club was quiet, with no issues. I made my way inside, the familiar sound of music greeting my ears. I made my way to the dressing room, greeting the other girls as I went.

I went into my locker, changing into my outfit for the night. Once I was dressed, I made my way to the makeup room. I sat down in front of the mirror, starting on my makeup. It didn't take me too long, and once I was done, I moved on to my hair.

I had just finished my hair when one of the other girls came in.

"Hey, are you ready for tonight?" She questioned, sitting down next to me.

I turned to her, smiling.

"Yeah, I'm ready. How about you?" I asked.

She nodded, picking up a brush.

"I'm always ready," she replied, smirking.

I chuckled softly, standing up. I smoothed down my outfit, making sure everything was in place.

"I'll see you out there," I said, heading out of the room.

The club was already busy when I stepped out onto the floor. I made my way through the crowd, making my way to the bar. I leaned against the bar, looking out over the crowd.

A few guys approached me, but I declined them all. I wasn't interested in private dances tonight.

I looked for Noel, a trusted bodyguard of the club. He was a big guy, like a colossus. He would protect me from any unwanted attention.

I spotted him standing by the door, his arms crossed over his chest. He saw me and nodded his head in acknowledgement. I told him about what happened the night before, and he had no issue escorting me back home.

The night passed quickly, and soon it was time for my performance. I made my way backstage, waiting for my cue. The music started, and I stepped out onto the stage.

The crowd cheered as I started to dance. I lost myself in the music, letting it guide my movements. I danced, the crowd cheering me on.

I finished my dance to a round of applause. I smiled, bowing to the crowd. I made my way off the stage, the crowd whistling and cheering for me.

Stepping down the stairs, I tripped with my high heels on, bending my ankle slightly. The girls there helped me to sit down on a sofa backstage.

"Are you okay?" They all questioned, concerned.

"I just bent my ankle, nothing major," I assured, standing up and testing my ankle.

"Do everything with calm; if you need help, call me," Noel said, helping me to the dressing room.

I changed out of my costume, changing back into my jeans and t-shirt. I slipped into my trainers, grabbing my bag. Noel helped me outside the club; my son spotted me immediately, and his gaze got serious as soon as he noted me limping.

"What happened?" He asked me, picking me up on his back. I laughed softly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"I tripped on stage and bent my ankle," I explained, kissing his cheek softly. He carried me down the street, carefully.

We got home, and he set me down on the sofa. He went into the kitchen, coming back with a bag of frozen peas.

"Here, this will help with the swelling," he stated, wrapping the peas in a tea towel and placing them on my ankle.

He sat down next to me on the sofa, pulling my feet into his lap. He rubbed it softly, his touch gentle. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands on my feet. He kept rubbing until I got relaxed.

"Feel better?" He questioned softly, breaking me from my relaxation. I opened my eyes, looking at him. His eyes were full of concern.

"Yes, thank you," I replied softly, smiling at him. His face softened, a small smile playing on his lips.

He wrapped his arms around me, deepening the kiss. His tongue met mine, and I moaned softly.

He broke the kiss first, looking up at me. His eyes were shining with lust.

"Do you think you can stand?" He questioned, licking his lips. His gaze travelled down to my lips.

I nodded, sitting up slowly.

"Yes, I think so," I replied. His eyes followed the movement of my body, a faint blush dusting over his cheeks.

He stood up, helping me to my feet.

"Do you need help?" He questioned, steadying me on my feet.

I shook my head, taking a few steps forward.

"I think I'm okay," I asserted, testing my weight on my foot.

He nodded, letting me go. He sat down on the sofa, his eyes following me as I walked.

"Where are you going?" He questioned, a hint of confusion in his voice.

"To get ready for bed," I replied over my shoulder, a smirk on my face.

"Oh, scratch that idea of yours," he stated. "I'm going to risk worsening your ankle."

I turned to face him, a frown on my face.

He saw my disappointment, and a condescending smile spread on his lips. "Do not throw a tantrum, please."

He quickly reached me and hoisted me bridal style. He carried me to the bedroom, his arms wrapped tightly around me. He set me down on my feet next to the bed.

He reached for the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it up over my head. His fingers moved to my jeans, unbuttoning them. He knelt in front of me, pulling my jeans down my legs. His hands were gentle as he helped me step out of them.

I stood there in my underwear, my skin flushed. His hands ghosted over my skin, his touch feather-light.

"You're beautiful," he breathed, his eyes full of adoration. I bit my lip, my eyes never leaving his.

He opened the cover and let me in. "Give me the time to get changed into my pyjamas, and I'll be back to you."

I scoffed, wanting to make love to him, but he wasn't having it. He simply chucked and went towards his room. I lay down, looking at the ceiling.

He came back in minutes, wearing his pyjamas, lying next to me. I snuggled up to his body, putting my head on his chest.

"I get you don't want to do anything, but at least hug me," I whined in a small voice. He laughed softly, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He questioned, amusement in his voice. I didn't respond, just closed my eyes. His heartbeat was a steady rhythm beneath my ear.

His fingers ran through my hair, his touch soothing. I was getting sleepy, my eyelids growing heavy. His hand stopped, resting on the back of my head.

"Go to sleep," he murmured, kissing the top of my head. I hummed in response, already half asleep.

His hand started to move again, his fingers running through my hair. I fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his fingers in my hair.

When I woke up the day after, it was already morning. My body was aching; I groaned softly, trying to stretch. My muscles protested, my ankle throbbing.

He shifted next to me, his arm tightening around me. His breathing was slow and even, his chest rising and falling with each breath. I looked up at him, his face relaxed in sleep.

I tried to move again, but my body was too sore. I let out a frustrated sigh, laying my head back down on his chest.

He stirred awake, his eyes blinking open slowly. He looked down at me, a faint smile on his face.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

I looked up at him from his chest, my hand on his stomach.

"Morning," I replied, my voice just as husky.

He shifted, trying to sit up. I groaned again, the pain in my muscles increasing with the movement.

"Take it easy," he admonished softly, his hand on my shoulder. I frowned up at him.

"Easy for you to say," I grumbled, trying to push myself up.

He shook his head, his hand pressing me back down to the bed. "Don't be stubborn. "Just relax," he scolded. I glared up at him but complied.

He pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed."I'll run the bath for you; the hot water should help your sore muscles."

I nodded, watching him as he stood up. He stretched, his back cracking softly. His pyjama bottoms hung low on his hips, showing off a sliver of skin.

He noticed me looking and smirked at me. "Like what you see?"

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. He turned, making his way to the bathroom connected to the room. The door clicked shut behind him, and I heard the sound of running water.

The sound of the water was soothing, helping to calm my frayed nerves. My body was still sore, but the sound of the water helped to take my mind off it. I heard the water shut off, and a few seconds later, he appeared in the doorway.

"Bath's ready," he announced, coming towards me. He hoisted me up and took me inside the bathroom; he was treating me like a baby.

"Can you take care of yourself?" He questioned, placing me on the toilet next to the bathtub.

"Of course I can," I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest. He raised an eyebrow at me, clearly not believing me.

He sighed, kneeling in front of me. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him, and he smirked at me.

His fingers moved to the hem of my top, pulling it up and over my head.

He stood up, holding his hand out to me. I took it, and he helped me to my feet. I stepped into the tub, sinking into the hot water.

It felt good on my sore muscles, and I let out a soft moan. He watched me for a moment, making sure I wasn't going to fall or anything like that. Once he was satisfied, he left the bathroom.

The bath was relaxing, and it helped to ease the pain in my muscles. I soaked for a while, enjoying the hot water. When the water started to get cold, I got out of the bath. Wrapping a towel around my body, I made my way back to the bedroom.

I opened the door, stepping back into the bedroom. He wasn’t in there, so I assumed he was in the kitchen or his room.

I dropped my towel, grabbing some clean clothes from my drawers. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top, not bothering with a bra or panties. I left my room and headed towards the kitchen.

"For today, you have to make it with cereal," he stated, placing me in a chair.

I rolled my eyes at him but didn’t argue. He poured some cereal into a bowl, adding milk.

He placed the bowl in front of me, along with a spoon. I started to eat, munching on the cereal quietly. He stood next to me, watching me eat.

"Don’t stare at me like that," I muttered, looking up at him. He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You’re cute when you’re grumpy," he teased, a glint in his eyes. I rolled my eyes again, looking back down at my cereal.

He took care of washing up the cutlery and the bowl. After he helped me to the sofa, holding me by my arm.

"Can you please stop treating me like I’m made of glass?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at him. He sat down next to me, looking over at me.

"No, I’m going to make sure you’re okay," he replied. I sighed, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"Fine," I relented, closing my eyes. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company. I was starting to drift off when he spoke up.

"We need to go shopping later," he stated. I cracked my eyes open, looking up at him.

"Why?" I questioned. He looked down at me.

"We’re out of milk and a few other things," he replied.

I sighed again, closing my eyes.

"Okay, we can go later," I agreed, my voice muffled by his shoulder.

We ended up going to the store later that morning. I didn’t feel like going, but we needed to get a few things.

I insisted that I could walk, but he just rolled his eyes and picked me up.

"This is embarrassing," I muttered as he carried me on his back.

He just ignored me, and we made it to the closest kombini.

"Put me down or I'll fucking bite your shoulder," I threatened. He finally put me down, and I glared at him.

He was smirking at me, and I couldn't help but laugh.

We grabbed the things we needed, and he insisted on carrying the bag.

"I can carry it," I protested as he took the bag from me.

"You need to rest your ankle," he argued, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes but didn’t say anything else. We walked back home, his arm wrapped around my waist. I could feel people staring at us, and I realised that they probably thought we were a couple.

I rested my head on his shoulder, and he looked down at me. There was a soft look in his eyes, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Thank you," I murmured, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He smiled down at me.

“Of course,” he replied.

We walked the rest of the way home in comfortable silence, his arm never leaving my waist.

Later that afternoon, I heard him speaking on the phone while I was resting on the sofa.

His voice was low, so I didn't quite catch what it was all about. Once he ended the call, I beckoned him over.

"Who was that?" I asked curiously as he sat down next to me.

"I called your job place and spoke with Noel," he stated. "You are off work for two weeks due to your injury."

I got crossed. I knew he just looked after me, but I couldn't help feeling upset. He had overstepped me.

"You could have asked before calling the club," I stated.

“You can walk, but it's just that. You need time before getting back to performing,” he countered. I had to admit he was right, but still, it was my choice to make.

"I'm not a baby," I argued. "I still have the right to make my own choices."

He pulled me over to sit on his lap. "Is it so hard for you to have me taking care of you?" he asked. His voice was calm and steady.

I shook my head and leaned on his shoulder. "In this way, we are going to have all the time to deflower you, baby," I purred against his ear.

He got tomato red instantly. "I would have pushed you off if you were not injured," he murmured.

"My baby will become a man," I kept on pestering him.

"Quit it, Myuoi Mina," he reprimanded me, using my full name.

"Come on, I'm just teasing you," I giggled, kissing his jaw softly.

I snuggled closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” I whispered, my lips against his skin. I felt him tense slightly under me.

“I love you too, Mum,” he replied, his voice soft. I pulled back, looking up at him.

“You have to stop calling me like that,” I said softly, my eyes shining with love. "Mina is more than enough."

He nodded, a soft smile on his face. We sat there for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company.

After a while, I stood up from the sofa and reached out my hand to him.

“Come on, it's time for bed,” I urged.

He stood up, taking my hand, letting himself be dragged into the bedroom.

Once there, I pushed him on the bed, straddling him.

“Don't be afraid to touch me,” I said, running a hand down his chest. His skin was soft under my hand, and I could feel his muscles rippling underneath. He was breathing heavily, and I could see the desire in his eyes.

I leaned down, kissing him softly on the lips. He moaned against my mouth, his hands coming up to rest on my hips. I could feel the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of my shorts.

I broke the kiss, looking down at him. His pupils were blown wide with lust, and his chest was heaving with each breath.

"Undress me," I instructed, sitting up straight. He nodded, his fingers moving to the hem of my shirt. He pulled it up and over my head, his eyes roaming over my exposed skin.

My breasts were bare, and his eyes fixed on them hungrily. I arched my back slightly, pushing them towards his face. He didn't need any further encouragement, leaning forward to take one of my nipples into his mouth.

His tongue was hot and wet against my skin, and I moaned as he sucked and licked at my nipple. His hand came up to cup my other breast, his thumb brushing over the nipple.

I could feel the pleasure building inside of me, and I ground my hips down onto his lap. I could feel his erection straining against his pyjama pants; I reached down to palm it through the fabric.

He moaned against my breast, his hips jerking up towards my hand. I smiled, enjoying the power that I had over him.

"That's it, baby," I encouraged, rubbing him through his pants. "Let me take care of you."

He looked up at me, his eyes shining with desire. I leaned down and kissed him again, my tongue sliding into his mouth. He responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around my waist to pull me closer.

I could feel his hardness against my core, and I knew that I wanted more. I broke the kiss, sitting up and looking down at him.

"Take off your pants," I instructed. He nodded, lifting his hips up off the bed to slide them down. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking precum. I licked my lips as I looked at it, already imagining how good it would feel inside of me.

I stood up, sliding my shorts down my legs. I was bare underneath, and I saw his eyes fix on my pussy. I climbed back onto the bed, straddling his hips once again.

This time, however, I could feel his bare cock against my pussy. I reached down and took him in my hand, stroking him gently. His hips jerked up towards my touch, and he let out a low moan.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" I questioned, looking down at him with concern.

He nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on my pussy. "I've never been more sure about anything else in my life," he affirmed. I smiled, leaning down to kiss him softly.

"Alright then, baby. "Let me take care of you," I whispered against his lips. I sat up straight, rubbing the tip of his cock through my wet folds. I positioned him at my entrance, slowly starting to lower myself onto him.

He was big enough to force us to go slow to accommodate him. I could feel him stretching me out, and it felt so good. I moaned as I took more and more of him inside of me, my pussy clenching around his hard length.

"Oh god," I breathed, my head falling back. "You feel so good inside of me."

He groaned, his hips jerking up off the bed. I placed my hands on his chest, using him for leverage as I started to move. I rocked my hips back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper inside of me with each movement.

"Fuck," he moaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "You're so tight, so perfect."

I smiled, leaning down to kiss his chest. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I came undone. I rode him hard, chasing my pleasure as well as his.

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted, my movements becoming erratic. I was so close, and I just needed a little bit more.

I reached down between my legs, my fingers rubbing my clit in circles. "Baby, you have to touch me here when we fuck," I moaned.

He obeyed me; he had been a good boy after all. His thumb found my clit and started to rub. It was all that I needed, and I cried out as my orgasm hit me. My pussy clenched around his cock, and I could feel him swelling inside of me. A few more thrusts and he was cumming too, filling me with his seed. I collapsed on top of him, both of us breathing heavily. After a few moments, I lifted myself up and looked down at him. His eyes were closed, but he was smiling softly.

"How was that?" I questioned teasingly. He opened his eyes and looked up at me, love shining in them.

"It was amazing," he replied softly, reaching up to cup my cheek. "You're amazing."

"You were not so bad yourself, for your first time," I kept teasing him.

He blushed cutely, showing off his young age. "Thanks," he said simply.

I leaned down and kissed him softly. We stayed like that for a few more minutes, just enjoying each other. When I finally pulled away, I climbed off of him and lay down on the bed beside him.

“Mina?” He questioned, concern in his voice. He looked over at me, smiling softly. I could see his heart in his eyes as he stared at me.

"W-what are we?" He stutters.

I was silent for a few minutes. I knew what I wanted, but I was scared of pushing him too far. He was young, and I didn't want him to feel pressured into anything that he wasn't ready for. I knew that our relationship had changed, but I wasn't sure how exactly. We had crossed a red line, and there was no going back. We were more than just mother and adopted son now. We were lovers, and that was something that I never thought would happen.

"Mina?" He asked again, breaking me from my thoughts. I looked over at him, smiling softly.

"We are whatever we want to be," I replied honestly. "Right now, in this moment, we are two people who care deeply for each other. We are two people who have found comfort and pleasure in each other's arms. And if you want more, if you want us to be something more, then I am open to that as well."

He stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. And then, slowly, he nodded.

"I want that," he affirmed softly. "I want you."

I felt a surge of joy at his words, and I couldn't help but get aroused for him. "Well then, this is going to be the first blowjob you receive from your girlfriend..." I purred.

I force him to lie on the bed with his head on the pillow and his legs wide open to make room for me. I settled between his legs, running my hands over his thighs. His cock was already hard again, and I wrapped one hand around the base. I leaned forward, licking the tip gently. He groaned softly, his hips jerking upwards towards my mouth. I opened my mouth, taking the tip of him in. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the salty precum that was leaking from the tip. I took him deeper into my mouth, my hand stroking the base of his shaft.

His hips were thrusting up towards my mouth, and I could hear his soft moans filling the room. I bobbed my head up and down, taking him as deep as I could. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly. Tears sprang to my eyes, but I didn't let that stop me. I kept going, determined to make him feel good.

"Fuck, Mina, that's so good," he moaned, his voice shaking with pleasure. I hummed around his cock, sending vibrations through his sensitive flesh. I could taste more cum on my tongue, and I knew that he was close. I picked up the pace, sucking him harder and faster. His hands were tangled in my hair, guiding my movements.

"I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice tight with pleasure. I didn't stop, though. Instead, I kept going, wanting to taste his cum in my mouth. A few seconds later, I felt his cock twitching, and then he was cumming hard. His cum shot into my mouth, and I swallowed it eagerly. He tasted salty and slightly bitter, but I didn't mind. I kept sucking him gently, milking him for every last drop. When he was finally finished, I pulled away and looked up at him. His face was flushed, and his breathing was heavy.

"That was amazing," I praised, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He nodded, still trying to catch his breath. I crawled up onto the bed and kissed him softly on the lips.

"You're incredible," he whispered, his eyes shining with love and admiration. I smiled, feeling happy and content. I lay down next to him and snuggled into his side. He put his arm around me and pulled me close, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"I love you," he murmured softly. I closed my eyes, feeling on cloud nine.

"I love you too," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. We lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's presence.

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Bro make more story of mina please

I am currently writing something involving Mina 👍

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Are you still writing?

I’ve been extremely busy in my personal life, I still have the determination to keep writing and some projects to work on. I’ll try my best to come back as soon as possible to post here. Thanks for the interest

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Provocation

ITZY Shin Yuna x m!reader

15k words

“That’s not true,” Yuna argues, arms folded as if this is the most ludicrous thing she's had to explain. "Despite what everyone thinks, I don't sleep around. Maybe a few guys on the weekends, but during the week? I like to have a one-guy policy."

You don't believe her one bit—but you'll play along. "Just one guy? That's it?"

Yuna shrugs her shoulders. "Of course. One guy at a time. One guy on Monday—maybe Tuesday. And Wednesday. That's it."

"That's three, Yuna," you laugh, shifting in your seat to face her a bit more. She takes a sip of her drink, stirring it around before bringing it back up to her pouty, red lips—the ones that cause nothing but trouble.

"Exactly. A different guy each day of the week. I don't think that's a lot. If anything, Yeji gets around way more than me."

Now you know she's lying.

The way you can tell is when her lips move. That's the telltale sign. When a word slips out between them, you always know the words will be objectively false. 

Because this is Shin Yuna, the girl who flaunts every facet of her beauty like it's her job. This is the girl who wears skirts short enough to flash the entire bar a glimpse of her perfect little ass. The one who always leaves the house wearing a bra on purpose, her top always sheer enough to show the shape of her perky breasts. The same girl who would give head to a random guy just because he asked for a stick of gum.

"Yeji? Are we talking about the same girl?" you question, doubting that girl would even have a quarter the sex that Yuna has in one night. Yeji's definitely attractive, but reserved and soft spoken—nothing like the track record Yuna has.

"Hey, don't get it twisted," Yuna protests, nearly spilling some drink when she sets her glass down. "Yeji isn't some innocent church girl. She's a lot hornier than people think. Almost too much. As much as she acts all pure and sweet and innocent, she's a freak."

You'd say you believe her, except it's Yuna—so it's not probable in the slightest. "Right. She's totally a freak and you're an absolute saint."

"Glad we're on the same page." Yuna grins, stealing your drink to take a sip without even asking, leaving those red lips staining the rim of the glass. "She's more insatiable than me."

"I think you've had a little too much to drink, Yuna.” 

Yuna ignores you entirely. "I mean it—that girl is probably getting dicked down as we speak. Or if she isn't, then she's got a new vibrator that's getting the job done, watching some of the most depraved porn out there. That girl is obsessed."

"Obsessed with dick or obsessed with porn?"

"Both. You can't imagine some of the toys she has hidden."

Yuna keeps speaking, but she could say anything at this point, and you know there wouldn’t be an ounce of truth in it. She's gotten more than a couple drinks deep now. And her tight skirt rides up, each not-so-subtle movement revealing more thigh as she shifts, not even the slightest concerned who can see underneath.

"If she's a freak, what the hell does that make you, then?" you ask in all earnest, trying to change the subject, because Yuna clearly can't be trusted around alcohol. This girl and oversharing go together far too well.

"Me? Oh, I'm the best fuck of your life—the one who will choke on your cock like a goddamn whore and let you blow your load all over my pretty face." 

You don’t even look at her when you reply. "Forget I ever asked." 

"But you did ask. And now you're going to take me home so I can demonstrate exactly what I do to those poor, pathetic boys every weekend."

"Absolutely not. I don't recall making an invitation."

"Do I need one? Doesn't feel like it," Yuna asks, with a quick tilt of her head. "Doesn't daddy wanna spend all night fucking this tight little pussy?"

You nearly vomit hearing Yuna's poor attempt at seduction. "Stop it. Please, for the love of god, don't ever call me that again."

She simply laughs it off, leaning close as she rests a hand on your thigh, those nimble little fingers giving a good squeeze, when it wanders just a little too high. 

"Come on," she insists. "The second you’ve got your cock inside me, you know there won't be any pulling out. Daddy won't be able to control himself."

"I'm leaving you here. Take a cab if you have to," you warn, standing up from the barstool without even the slightest look back in her direction.

Yuna sighs. “Okay, fine,” she says as she grabs your wrist, keeping you from going very far. "I won't call you that anymore. Just take me home and fuck my brains out. Please?"

That voice, the desperation, it's hard to resist. Not to mention the pleading look, those big, round eyes staring, and when your focus falls down her shirt, barely even a shirt, the curves on this girl she dares to flaunt in your face. Yuna wants you to know that you'd be a fool to turn her down.

"What's in it for me? Aren't there plenty of guys lining up for a chance to fuck you here?" 

"This place is boring—and none of them can handle me." 

You're not even sure you can handle this girl and her attitude, but when Yuna stares like that, this longing look that begs for attention—it's difficult to say no. "Are you saying that just because you want a ride home?"

"It's a reason, yes." She can't hold back the smile, no matter how hard she tries. "You take me home, and then I'll suck your cock until your legs give out. Won't you help this poor, helpless little slut?"

Against your better judgment, there’s this temptation you can’t ignore. A devil resting on your shoulder, and on the other side, also a devil in the form of Shin Yuna herself. You can’t refuse that smile, those batting eyelashes, or those eyes without a hint of innocence in them. You’re already a lost cause. 

Yuna can’t help but smirk, seeing her prey lured in with such ease as she grabs her coat, one hand slipping in yours, and not even needing a response when the both of you know where this is heading. "No more daddy—that's a promise."

You don’t believe that for a second, but you also don't care one bit as you head out, Yuna clinging to your arm on the way to the parking lot. 

And this might be your biggest mistake yet. 

Neither of you even make it out of the parking garage to your apartment. Yuna has you backed up against the cold, concrete wall, in a dark corner that she swears doesn't have a camera—but even if it does, who fucking cares when the sight of her on her knees takes precedence, getting your cock wet between her lips as fast as possible.

And the sound of her greedy slurps echo off those same walls, somehow a thousand times louder than usual. 

"You know my apartment is right up there," you manage to say in between gasping breaths. Yuna's barely listening, staring straight into your eyes, with her cheeks hollowed to no end and every inch of your cock taken down so easily. She spits over your length a few more times, spreading it along your hard shaft before her lips swallow you whole, not breaking her gaze once for even a single breath. 

With another loud, sloppy suck with those red lips around the tip of your shaft, that's the only time she answers, a small pop filling the air when she backs off, stroking you slowly with her fist.

"That's two floors up. Why wait, when I can just suck your cock here? That elevator takes ages." she argues innocently, running her tongue underneath that most sensitive area of your shaft. "Unless you really want me to stop—"

"N-no. Fuck, no. Don't you fucking dare." 

"That's what I thought,” Yuna replies, and she has no intention to, burying her nose in your abdomen with every last inch consumed by her warm throat. And her wet mouth gets so noisy, so starved, these desperate slurps that could probably be heard all the way to the top floor of the parking garage. 

It's so completely Yuna: her lack of restraint, the enthusiasm as she bobs her head in a blur without any sign of a gag reflex. The way her lips tighten around your shaft and stay there for an eternity without pulling off even for a second, like she needs your cock down her throat for survival. It’s goddamn relentless. 

“God, Yuna, this fucking mouth—" you curse under your breath and place a hand on her head for guidance, wondering how the fuck Yuna manages to take so much at once while looking so beautiful at the same time. It's her lips wrapped around every inch, the way she stares into you, her lipstick all smeared along the base of your shaft with a fresh layer of spit glistening along the length of it. "Why the hell is your mouth so good at this?” 

It's a compliment that's only going to feed that inflated ego, as if that's even possible at this point. But you can't hold back the praise, when her lips feel this incredible, wrapped so tight with all the warm, wet suction you can handle, taking you back into the deep end of her throat like nothing. 

"I’ve told you…” Yuna starts with this smug little grin as she draws out every reaction she can out of your features with a messy kiss to your swollen cockhead. "Suck enough dick, and you have it down to a science. Nobody gives head better than me. Not Yeji, not a single person you've met."

Can’t say you find any fault with that, for once. The rare occasion when Yuna speaks the truth, with how good her mouth feels on you, slurping away to get these groans spilling that reinforces her point. How could anybody come close? 

“Don’t let it get to your head.” 

“Too late,” she says, with her playful little chuckle when you escape from the heat of her mouth. She continues to pump her fingers along every spit-soaked inch that sets you on edge, slowing down only so she can drag it out, savor the look of desperation etched across your face. Then she’s right back down, lips flush to your base in no time. 

“Shit, those fucking lips feel so good. Who knew you had any other skill other than being an obnoxious fucking brat.” 

Yuna doesn't even fight you for that one, giving your length a sloppy kiss, before sliding her mouth down to latch around your balls and suck hard. A tight fist strokes quicker than before, twisting so perfectly while her mouth is occupied, a motion that makes you completely unable to hold back the strangled noises that she gets off on. 

It all feels too good, with her full attention devoted to your aching cock that throbs in her fingers, these lewd slurps of your sensitive balls that drive you towards the edge faster when her mouth gets all hot and wet around you.

“F-fuck, fuck, Yuna—“ 

It’s so clear, the sheer enjoyment written across Yuna's features when she pops off your balls with a loud, wet pop. and then gets your cock right back in her mouth where it belongs.

There’s no stopping her this time—not when she gets a good grip on your thighs for support, so she can slobber on your cock with reckless abandon. A fucking shameless display, saliva dripping down her chin, a messy string that connects from her lip to the tip of your swollen cockhead while she takes you straight into the back of her throat, again, and again, not taking a breath unless she absolutely needs to. 

And then she’s jerking your cock right in front of her face. 

“Almost ready to cum for me, aren’t you? Don't you wanna fucking finish all over my pretty face? Don't you like how nice it looks when I'm covered in your thick load?"

Fuck, do you ever—and it doesn't help when Yuna tightens her grip and gives these rapid strokes that have your head spinning. All you can do is watch as she furiously jerks your cock straight towards her gorgeous face, tongue out so eagerly as she awaits every bit you're ready to release.

When it hits, the first explosive burst shoots across her forehead, streaking right over her hair. The rest follows, finding a place splattering all across her face. All over those open pouty lips—hot, sticky spurts that Yuna catches with her tongue as each shot paints a different spot of her features, the excess dribbling down her chin. 

Yuna laughs through it, trying not to close her eyes so she can watch you unload all over her features, a mess that has no end in sight. More hits her cheek, a nice shot across her nose as your cock pulsates in her tight fist, and the hot spurts continue to paint her in white streaks across her flawless face. A final few bursts land across her open mouth, a taste that gets her smiling so wide through a cum-stained mess.

"Fucking christ, Yuna," you exhale, out of breath as the high lingers.

Yuna lets your throbbing cock rest gently against her cheek, your orgasm slow to subside. Even when every last drop is wrung from the tip, she refuses to take her mouth off you, sucking your shaft clean with a few long slurps and flicks of her tongue that make you nearly collapse. 

"Just look at all that fucking cum. I'm covered in it, like a good little slut should be," she marvels, staring at the exhaustion plastered across your face. "Bet that felt good, huh? God, there's like a week's worth of cum here. All milked out of your thick fucking cock."

And Yuna has never looked better. 

"H-hold on, I'll get something to clean that up—"

Yuna gets to her feet, stepping in to shut down the idea before you can finish. "No need. I'll keep it on until we get to your apartment. Plus, I look the prettiest when I'm dripping with your cum."

It's insane—the words this girl will casually throw out in public, and how she wants to spend the entire elevator ride looking like that. Even if it's late enough that hardly anybody uses this elevator, there's always a chance you could run into someone who lives here. But saying no to this girl was never an option, already heading back the direction of the elevator without giving much a chance to argue, much less a chance to slip your pants back on.

Shin Yuna is quite possibly the worst influence—and yet, here you are.

Once she's all cleaned up, it's just pure unadulterated lust, from both ends as you find a spot on the couch to crash into with Yuna straddling you. Not an ounce of innocence in the kiss. Nothing but hot breath and moans, not even a second to break for air. The alcohol, the ride back here, the blowjob in the goddamn parking garage, you can't even contain yourself anymore. You let this girl get to you in the best of ways and give into this sinful temptation with an absolute desire to ruin her.

Yuna groans as you plant these rough, messy kisses along her neck—god, she tastes so good, like strawberries and sin and everything you're addicted to. She writhes under you, fingers tangled through your hair and you're not leaving your lips off her for a single second. 

"Keep doing that, please, f-fuck," Yuna pleads, and you flip her around effortlessly to do so, her tight little body flat on her back underneath you. You leave these marks all down her neck—sucking hard on that sensitive skin so easy to bruise, and sinking your teeth in at every opportunity. All these whimpers fill your ears and the louder they are, the harder you bite, the rougher your kisses grow.

This relentless assault leaves her breathless, an abrupt change from the usual confidence and arrogance that defines her. Right here, under you like this, Yuna makes it so easy to have her body entirely at your mercy—even more when you strip her shirt off and toss it aside, revealing those breasts fully to the chilly air. You barely have time to admire the sight of them before your mouth moves to devour the newly exposed flesh.

"You have no idea all the things I want to do to you, Yuna," you growl as you take a nipple between your lips, a sharp suck and a light nibble that makes her squirm even harder against the couch cushions.

"Like what? Tell me everything you want to do to me, d-daddy—"

You glare up, eyeing her intently and there's this sudden moment of silence while you refuse to get your mouth back onto her tits. 

"S-sorry, it just slipped," she says with this unabashed laughter, her apology as believable as anything else that escapes from those pretty lips. "Every guy I fuck loves hearing that. Force of habit."

"Don't make me leave you on this couch alone, Shin Yuna. Because I'll fucking do it, no hesitation."

"You'll never hear it again, I promise. Never, ever—now come on, back to what you were doing."

You raise a suspicious brow for a moment, but then it's back to your ravenous mouth focusing all over her chest, kissing up all over when you alternate between them. She loves it too—every hot and heavy kiss, every time you lick right at her most sensitive spots, latching onto her stiff nipples and sucking so hard. Yuna grips tightly at the back of your head, her fingers deep in those locks while you devour her tits and enjoy the softness of them against your face, skin flushed when you switch to the other breast.

And god, this sound that escapes her throat—when you travel down her body and kiss her abdomen, these soft little kisses that make her sigh harder and squirm more, getting lower and lower until the fabric of her skirt blocks your progression. It's this whimper from her lips when you swipe your tongue right above her belly button, a slow drag that tastes as much of her as possible.

"Skirt on or off? Your pick." You kiss at the top of her thighs, waiting eagerly for an answer as you toy around with the zipper.

"Whatever d—" she stops herself halfway. "You want. Whatever you want. On. Just fuck me with it on—can't wait, need you between my thighs already."

Can't say you're disappointed in the decision—pushing her skirt up her thighs to reveal that pretty purple lace that contrasts her pale thighs. But before you have the chance to put her out of her misery, you get a little more comfortable, stripping down to nothing but your boxers while Yuna bites her bottom lip and watches in silence. She keeps staring, wide eyes filled with anticipation as she catches the slightest glimpse of the way you're hard for her already.

"See something you like?" you ask her, Yuna shifting underneath with her skirt neatly bunched up her waist. 

"No, not a single thing," she answers, unable to hide her laughter for a second.

"Good, then I guess I can just go jerk off in my room or something," you tease, about to remove yourself from the couch until her hands lock tight around your shoulders, keeping you planted there.

"Shut the fuck up and eat me out. Can't wait a second more, ruin me with that amazing tongue of yours."

"Not even a please?"

"Absolutely not," Yuna insists, growing more impatient by the second. But it's a good thing you're generous—and more than raring to get between her thighs as much as she needs you to. 

She can hardly contain the noise when you grab the waistband of her panties and drag them down those long legs, Yuna lifting up just slightly to help guide them off. And when they slide past her feet, you don't hesitate one bit, spreading her thighs apart just to admire the sight—exposing her glistening wet cunt in all its glory.

"See something you like?" Yuna echoes your own question right back, flashing a smirk which only fades when you respond with a brief flick of your tongue. 

"Yeah, a perfect place to dump a huge load of cum," you remark back, licking a long stripe up her wet slit before ending in a gentle suck of her clit. "God, you're so fucking wet, Yuna. Dripping like crazy down here."

"Who's fucking fault is that?" 

"Not mine. You're the one who begged me to take you home because you were too scared to find a stranger in the bar to fuck."

The first few long licks do the rest of the talking for you as you bury your head deep between her spread thighs, tongue exploring her deliciously wet pussy. So sweet on your lips the more you taste, a suck of her clit every now and again, these unimpeded moans that can’t help spring free from her lips. 

"F-fuck, oh my fucking—first off, I did not beg. Second, don't pretend like you wouldn't fuck me if I found someone better," Yuna manages to get out mid-way through an absolutely filthy groan, grabbing fistfuls of your hair to push your face against her pussy.

"You're saying you could find someone better than me? In that shitty little dive bar?"

"S-shut up. Your ego's fucking broken," she argues between her desperate moans. You roll your eyes at her and get back to work—watching the way Yuna attempts to cover up her mouth with the palm of her hand. 

"Is that why you're struggling so much not to moan for me? You think any of those drunk idiots at the bar could do what I do to this pretty little pussy?" You're so determined to see her at a loss for words, lapping away at her clit, but that's all this girl brings out of you. It's difficult to play the nice guy when all her lips do is incite a response out of you like this. 

"You talk t-too much. Shut up and eat my cunt, so I can cum on your face already."

That you can do—more than happily. With a hand against her abdomen, Yuna's being pinned to the cushions as your tongue lashes away at her delicious folds to really lap up all her sweetness. It's addictive, the way you suck and lick away, from her swollen clit, right down to the bottom of her glistening wet slit, this intense groan tearing right through her as she locks eyes to watch you devour her cunt.

"Forgot how fucking good you taste—god, you taste fucking amazing.” 

“You forgot? Nobody forgets how good I taste. Not when you're addicted to eating my pussy as much as you are—"

That's a ridiculous enough statement to ignore, but you also can't bear the idea of stopping what you're doing, with your tongue exploring in slow, steady laps of every delicious morsel. Not when the sweet taste of Yuna fills your mouth and threatens to drown out everything else you feel, because she's so damn wet. It's the way your head is trapped between her thighs, keeping you right where she wants, smothering your face with her dripping cunt and forcing your tongue as deep as it can possibly reach. 

"Fucking shit—your mouth, that's so good, god. Fuck, fuck, y-you're gonna make me fucking cum! Don't stop—"

Like you could ever. Not when you have Yuna writhing against the cushions, watching the way her features contort into absolute bliss with just a harsh suck of her clit. 

Her mouth hangs open, head thrown back and the lewd, whiny little moans that you're so familiar with come right out. There's a rhythm of breathing that follows—heavy and erratic the more you try to break this girl. She struggles to even control herself when all she's reduced to is a soaking mess in front of your eyes, grinding against your face, needing to cum more than her next breath.

And that's the perfect opportunity to deny her what she wants so desperately. A split-second pause, watching the lust transform into absolute desperation. 

"N-no, please," she protests, urgency in her voice the second she feels your tongue stop. 

"Something wrong?"

"You ass—don't fucking stop. I said not to stop!" 

That's enough incentive to get back to it, fingers plunging right inside that wet heat to give your mouth a much-needed rest. Which only gives you these drawn-out moans, and fuck—there's not a single thing tighter than Yuna. Two fingers sink in with such ease, so wet, so warm, just taking whatever you'll give her at this rate. Nice and slow at first, so you can admire her reaction as you curl them inside, reaching spots that make her back arch right off the couch. 

"P-please, I'm so fucking close, fuck—"

Now she's begging, needing release at a level that's quite rare to see from Yuna. You pick up the pace, plunging those digits deep inside her sopping wet walls, hitting that same spot that makes her hips jolt so violently. 

"Is this what you needed? Come on, I know you're right fucking there. Fucking cum, Yuna. Cum like the needy little slut you are." 

You're not sure if it's the words that do her in, or the merciless assault of your fingers—both together is what gets the job done, the constant wet squelch that echoes with every furious plunge deep into her slick warmth. It's unmistakable when her cunt gushes around your thrusting fingers—spraying all over your hand, the couch, and god knows what else is just destroyed at this point. 

Yuna turns into a relentless, gushing mess, until she grabs your wrist to keep those fingers moving, filling the air with an even more delicious series of sobs.

Beautiful doesn’t begin to describe it when her body spasms the more you pump into this sensitive little cunt. Your fingers are so drenched, with the juices that spill like a fountain, these choked moans that escape with every thrust. And when that begging for more turns into pleading to stop, you're not interested in withdrawal, not until you wring a second orgasm out, a third, however many it takes for her to finally tap out. 

"S-stop, you're gonna fucking kill me, stop—god, it's just too much," she cries out, every ounce of strength left in her failing. Only do you pull out when Yuna forces your arm away, thighs still quivering in the aftermath as you get a good look of the damage done. Flat on her back, she can hardly move on her own. A mess all along her creamy thighs, along the couch, and who knows where else. 

"My poor couch."

"Your poor couch? What about my poor fucking pussy? Look at what you fucking did, I came like five fucking times—"

Even in the aftermath of an intense, messy climax, Yuna can’t help being Yuna.

"I didn't hear any complaints when you were squirting all over me,” you say, and bring your wet fingers to your lips to suck the delicious taste off. 

"Because your fucking fingers felt so fucking good, you asshole—" Yuna's so worn out, completely unable to do anything but just revel in the mess she's made.  

"You're welcome."

"That wasn't a thank you—oh my fucking god, look at my skirt, you fuck," Yuna groans, eyes shifting to the state bunched up above her waist. 

"This is your fault, don't even start."

"Because you fucking made me ruin it, this is like a $300 skirt!"

"My condolences," you say, without a hint of guilt, the damage to her skirt not even the least of your concerns. Especially when you unzip it to slide it right down her slim figure—revealing every inch of her gorgeous body naked for you to drink in. "Excuse me, princess. However can I make it up to you?"

"Don't fucking call me that," she snaps, and even in her weakened state she's not any easier to deal with. "I'm too tired to ride you right now, so you're just going to have to fuck me until my legs don't work." 

"Still not hearing a please," you remind her, slipping out of your boxers at last, your stiff cock finally freed after seeing Yuna's naked frame laid out so perfectly.

"You can take your please and shove it right up your fucking ass. I'm not saying it."

"Fucking brat," you curse, grabbing her waist to position Yuna right where you want her. "I'll do all the damn work then—you're not going anywhere but into this couch."

"Good, about fucking time."

When she's finally done complaining, her gaze falls back to your rock hard cock aimed at her soaking entrance. You shift forward, a hand on her slender waist for support, the head of your shaft nudging her wet cunt.

"Come on then, I haven't got all night—are you gonna fuck me, or just stare?"

"Yes you do. What the fuck else are you gonna do? Go fuck somebody else you won't even remember the next morning?" Angling yourself just right, you don’t waste a second longer to slide inside, right up to the hilt—feeling that tight, heavenly cunt consume every inch.

"My fucking god, Yuna—"

She's never felt more incredible, or so goddamn tight, impossibly wet, warm—every sensation just overwhelming, getting used to it all over like it's the first time inside her. A feeling that doesn't disappear, even before you move one bit, with these beautiful legs spread wide apart as they'll go.

"Forgot how tight my little pussy was, huh?" she taunts, loving the groans that it pulls from your mouth. "You haven't changed at all. Still have that same cute little face you get when you've got your cock inside me. My pussy just ruins every other girl for you, doesn't it?"

"Too tight, god—why are you so fucking tight? Greedy slut gets pounded by twelve guys a week and still this tight? Fuck—"

"Less talking and more fucking. Move your hips—fuck me like the filthy little whore I am, come on."

Your only response is to get your hands right on both sides of Yuna's tiny waist, sliding outside with just the tip of your cock remaining, before slamming your entire shaft to fill her again. The first thrusts alone have her clutching the couch cushions to brace for more, each one a little rougher, a little deeper, the walls of her cunt clenching so hard the more of your throbbing shaft fills her. 

"Don’t hold back. I wanna feel every inch of that thick fucking cock in my wet little cunt," Yuna breathes out with this demand in her voice. "Come on, harder—ruin my poor little pussy, f-fuck."

"That's the fucking plan." All this tension you've built up between each other has reached its boiling point, the frustration, the annoyance, all coming out here and now. Because once Yuna is under you like this, everything changes, your hips pulling back only to shove in again, a relentless rhythm on repeat. 

"Better be. Why do you even need other girls when my perfect little pussy is always here waiting for your cock? You already have a pretty fucktoy to use, don't you—"

"Yuna, stop fucking talking already," you groan with no patience for anymore of her rambling. "Your schedule is a little booked up right now, in case you haven't noticed."

That's when your thrusts hit without holding back, hard enough to get a reprieve from that bratty attitude—watching her pretty features contort as you keep drilling inside that intoxicating heat. Not letting up once, the sound of her slick pussy soaking every inch of your shaft with every slam fills the room, barely audible over the sound of her loud moans. And that tightness, god—it’s unfathomable, unforgettable, each delicious clench driving your hips so you’ll feel more of it. 

"Then I'll fucking clear my schedule. As long as you promise to fuck me like this—I'll put you in my calendar every fucking day."

That's not exactly the solution, and you can't imagine being with Yuna day in and day out, even if that comes with the prospect of having access to this pretty, warm little wet hole whenever you feel like. No, not worth the hassle—maybe for a weekend, but beyond that you'd go insane.

"Once a week is enough. Maybe twice if you can keep your fucking attitude in check."

"You love my attitude. Just like the rest of this body that you can't keep your hands off."

She has a point—a painfully accurate one, but not one that you're willing to admit when you keep trying to silence Yuna with these violent slams that have your balls ready to unload sooner rather than later. Her tight cunt drives you absolutely wild, almost distracting enough from that infuriating mouth of hers.

But even more distracting is the look in her face while you fuck her, and you can't resist staring with every thrust as she continues to keep those legs parted just for you. That's until they wrap tightly around your waist, the heels of her bare feet digging into your lower back, forcing you deeper into this perfect tight body.

"What the fuck are you—"

Yuna's light giggle interrupts your question, the look in her eyes almost enough of an answer on its own. "Just making sure you're not thinking about pulling out. Want every drop you have. Fucking dump it in me."

"God, will you shut up," you groan, face burying into the crook of Yuna's neck, unable to take another second of her mouth running while your hips keep up this unforgiving pace. This tightness, this wetness, it's more than you can handle, using her cunt to fuck every bit of annoyance building inside from what feels like forever. 

"I'll shut up when you cum inside me. It's been way too fucking long since you finished inside me, since I've heard you moan when your balls empty. Does every girl you fuck let you finish like this? Bet none of them do."

You're not even interested in playing this game with her, not when she has you so close already, your pistoning hips driven by such immense desire to flood Yuna's dripping cunt. She's even clenching harder than usual with those slim legs locked so tight, a grip you can't possibly slip from no matter how much you tried. Not that you even would. 

Thrust after merciless thrust, you keep your lips sealed to her neck, sucking so hard like it's the only thing to keep you anchored. All you can do is keep moaning in her ear, keep hammering her greedy little cunt, faster and faster—

"I'm about to fucking cum, Y-Yuna—"

The words leave your mouth right before you've reached your limit. Your mind's elsewhere, not even in control, as your balls tighten and every muscle in your body tenses. Not even a word on her end, like Yuna was waiting for this moment the entire night. There's just hot breath on her neck, your cock pounding so hard into this soaked pussy, every pump taking you further past the point of no return—until that first surge shoots deep inside her wet walls.

A hot, sticky load floods right into her pussy in a violent throb of bursts, pumping one spurt after the other deep as possible. Yuna wraps her legs tighter with each, keeping you buried completely while everything unloads inside her. Everything goes blank, losing track of how many shots fill her tight cunt, a complete blur while your hips move on repeat, fucking it all deeper into her slick warmth. 

"F-fuck, there's so much," Yuna groans, struggling to find the words, feeling every ounce of your hot load spill inside, threatening to overflow before you even finish.

You just continue to drive into her without mercy, until your body begins to give out, sweat dripping all along her pale frame underneath. By the time you're done, you’ve collapsed into the comfort of Yuna's neck, planting gentle kisses along the marks you've left behind while you ride out the high. She stays quiet for a moment—no taunting, no attitude, letting your still throbbing cock rest inside her with your thick load slowly seeping out.

It's the most deserved orgasm you've had in a while, you think. Putting up with Yuna—just to unload everything you have inside, where it belongs. All her annoying remarks, that shameless, filthy fucking mouth all seem to fade into obscurity after everything. For a few seconds, there's bliss. A quiet bliss. 

Bliss that doesn't last very long at all. 

"Did that feel good? Emptying your big, heavy balls inside me?" Yuna asks you, resting her long arms around your body. It's almost calming, the light scratches down your back that lull you into a state of relaxation. Something you didn't think was possible with this girl.

"Y-yeah," you breathe out against her neck, struggling to catch your breath as you linger in the warmth of her tight pussy that can’t stop clenching for more. "I came inside you, now get off me—"

"Never, you're still fucking hard. My legs still work, and I haven't even gotten to ride you yet," she reminds you, staring straight into your eyes with her legs staying perfectly in place. "That load was just an appetizer—daddy." 

You groan—louder than ever before, but not in pleasure.

"What the fuck did I tell you about calling me that?"

Yuna shifts beneath, legs relaxing enough to release the hold—allowing you to slide your cock free from the overwhelming heat.

"What's the matter, a nice, thick creampie in my tight cunt isn't enough for me to call you whatever I please?"

You're ignoring her, in as many ways as you can when you move your gaze between her thighs to admire the sight—the beautiful mess that's dripping from her pussy, so full of your hot cum. "Go home, Yuna. If that's what's you're going to keep doing, then we're fucking done here." 

"You're no fun. It's after midnight, you're not going to send a little innocent girl like me out alone like this, are you?"

Again, you ignore her, standing up from the couch in complete disarray and making a path to the bathroom instead. "I need a shower, but you can sleep on this couch you've defiled for all I care. Please be gone in the morning."

It's a bit heartless, you know, but Yuna brings out this part in you that rarely sees the light of day, when she refuses to listen. Even more so when her footsteps follow closely behind, her petite naked frame and that mess between her legs still dripping without any ounce of shame.

"God, you're such a mood killer," Yuna sighs, grabbing your wrist to pull your attention her way. "I'll stop fucking teasing you. I'll stop calling you daddy, you big fucking baby. Just let me shower with you. Please? I won't even talk. I promise."

That's a hard one to trust, given her track record. But she sounds far too exhausted to even try any tricks, pleading so hard to convince you to let her share your bed tonight. And it's hard to turn down that pout, those bright, widened eyes that stare you into submission.

"Fine. Not a single word in the shower. And if you call me that even once, Yuna, I'm never shoving my cock in you ever again. Do you understand?"

"Of course. Swear it on my life. Promise. Never ever ever—that's it."

And just like that, this look in her eyes when she steps inside the shower after you suggests she'll live up to that word. You'll see. If anything, seeing her naked under the hot steam is enough to commit to whatever terms you've created. A selfish, yet regrettable decision.

A nice, relaxing shower where this brat doesn't utter a single sound, not a single dirty comment—that's better than anything in your wildest dreams.

Things move to the bedroom, as they usually do with Yuna. The two of you are completely devoid of any clothing, because modesty with her around simply doesn't exist. She slides into the spot beside you, resting her head on your chest, delicate fingers in a relaxed grip around the length of your shaft. And you’re happy to do nothing but watch the smile on her face while she gives these magical strokes, not nearly enough pleasure to take things any further. 

"Whenever you're ready to put this big thing back inside me, let me know," Yuna says as casually as possible—as casual as someone can get while palming their hand around your cock.

But you're hesitant to leave this moment—her body curled so perfectly against yours, to the point where you can almost tolerate her. Almost. That being the important thing in all this.

"I already filled you twice today. Not enough for one night?"

"Never enough," she insists, giving a firm squeeze that makes you reluctantly agree. "Plus, you haven't filled my ass, and we both know what a huge fan I am of that.” 

"Obsessed is more the right word. You might be more into me fucking your ass than I am, and that's saying something. Like, I could live inside there."

She giggles, her delicate little fingers tracing down your shaft while she keeps stroking. "Can you blame me when I have an ass like this? You should be the one begging me instead of the other way around." 

"I'd never beg you for anything, Yuna. You're a pretty girl with a nice ass who spreads their legs on command, I don't need much more than that from you."

Yuna responds with a tug at your balls, almost painful in nature to get a point across. "Tell me that again when you want to bury your face in my ass. See if that's true then. Let's see how long you last without getting to eat my ass."

"Okay, okay—point taken."

"Not everybody gets to tongue my ass. It's a privilege."

"So lucky, my life is complete now that Shin Yuna allows me the honor of worshiping her ass." 

That makes her squeeze your cock all too hard in this agonizingly slow stroke. "My ass is fucking amazing. The only word for it, and it deserves some appreciation. I don't even let anyone else but you fuck me there."

"Why do I not believe that?"

Yuna drops a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your chest. "You don't have to believe it. I'll let half a dozen guys all have turns fucking me at once—until they cum inside me or on my face. Nobody but you gets the luxury of pounding my ass though."

“I’m touched.” 

"You should be. Every guy I fuck should be on their knees, begging me for the slightest chance to worship my body, especially my ass." 

Nobody has confidence like Yuna does, even if it's wildly inflated. As much as her very presence annoys you, it’s hard to say you could survive long without that tight ass. Whether it’s bouncing on your cock, your face, or just existing in front of your hips to have a handprint against it. That doesn't mean you'd ever drop to your knees and grovel for her, but there's no denying how much power that ass has.

"Nobody has a better ass than you, Yuna. Not even Yeji. There. Is that what you wanted to hear?" She laughs—this sinister laugh, while squeezing your cock in her tight little hand, nodding all excitedly in agreement. You know it's going to go to her head, but the alternative is much worse. "Good, now can you just jerk me off in peace?"

“Fine,” she says, with a defeated sigh. “If that's what you want. I won't make another sound. You can just relax. Pretend I'm not here. I'll just keep jerking off this nice, thick cock until you cum again." 

"Now you're getting it."

You close your eyes and appreciate the silence, knowing this might be the only time when Yuna doesn't find some excuse to run her mouth. Her hands keep busy, and god, are her hands just heaven when she's so slow and focused. The one time she doesn't say a fucking word, just pumping your cock until you're ready to explode all over her.

You don't even remember falling asleep. The last thing you remember is Yuna straddling you, riding with all the energy in the world despite her earlier exhaustion. Hair draped over her face as she bounced up and down, hips so frantic and needy, groaning while you slipped a finger to toy with her ass. And then it's all a blur. Sweet, uninterrupted slumber, and that's how you ended up like this.

But now, Yuna isn't anywhere to be seen. And you're not sure if that's a good thing or not. So, rather reluctantly, you rise from the comfort of your bed, grab a fresh pair of boxers, a clean shirt, and stumble right into the kitchen for some semblance of routine. 

The smell of coffee lingers in the air, a normally welcome start to the day. This time it's different—it's burnt. Far from the rich aroma of a good cup, the one you've brewed on your expensive coffee machine you imported just months ago. Something's amiss.

There's the culprit. Yuna is standing there, fiddling around with the machine like the controls are in a different language. She's dressed at least, kind of, barefoot in what appears to be your shirt, white and loose fitting, barely covering her delicious bare ass when she's bent over trying to figure out the buttons.

"Morning," Yuna says over her shoulder, as if completely oblivious to the damage she's caused. "Think your coffee machine is broken."

"Did you break it?"

She takes a good hard look at the machine, as if in disbelief, before turning back around. "No, not a chance. It was like this when I got here."

"Yuna, did you break my fucking coffee machine?" you ask again, in dire need of the very thing she's about to deprive you of. 

"What did I just say? It's not broken. Look, if you press this button it comes out with this weird looking water and if you do this—fuck."

This is unbelievable. As if you needed another reason to kick her out the second you're awake, because you know first hand that Yuna should never be allowed in a kitchen. Any kitchen. Not after the burnt chocolate incident. 

"Let me handle this. Before you destroy my kitchen too."

"Hey, rude—I was just trying to be helpful. But you have some weird fucking coffee maker that you need a PhD in three different languages to understand."

She takes a step back, sighing in defeat as you take over and deal with the chaos left behind. "This is why I don't have company in the morning. A pretty girl comes over and immediately tries to burn my entire place to the ground."

There's this surprised gasp that escapes from her lips as you start everything over from scratch, dumping out whatever awful concoction that was brewing earlier.

"Wait, pretty? You think I'm pretty?"

"That's what you're focusing on right now? You really are insufferable," you mutter, with Yuna's eyes fixating on you while she just beams at the compliment. A few adjustments here and there, a fresh pour of water, and the aroma of fresh coffee starts to linger, slowly clearing up the disaster zone Yuna has left behind.

"You didn't answer my question." 

You have nothing in you but an eye roll.

"Yes. You're very pretty," you finally relent, pulling down two mugs from the cabinet above. "I could do worse than waking up to that in my bed. With my ruined coffee machine."

"Hey, it's not ruined, you jerk. It's working now, isn't it?" 

For now. Not the point you want to argue about right now, because you need caffeine in your system more than you ever have. At least you can enjoy a proper cup on the balcony with Yuna, even if that means putting up with her presence. Which maybe isn't as bad as you once thought, given the eye candy alone makes it slightly tolerable. 

Days pass. Uneventful, mostly, without anything much but the occasional lewd text from Yuna at random points throughout the day. Which you'll admit, is preferable to her showing up at your place unannounced, because you think getting off to the nudes she sends without having to hear her whining in person is a much better alternative. 

It's the weekend, and you don't have anything planned that doesn't involve sleeping it all away. An hour at the gym, maybe. Catching up on laundry, cooking yourself a nice dinner—trying that new bottle of wine that's been sitting in your cabinet untouched for months.

But you’ll never get to any of that. 

"Guess who?" 

That’s all Yuna says before forcing her way into the apartment, like she's already expecting to be let in without a second thought. This bright, happy smile on her lips, strutting into the living room in a small little crop top, and these ridiculous white shorts that are tighter than they have any right to be. "I know you missed me. So I'm here to return your shirt. I washed it. Or the dry cleaning people washed it. Doesn't matter."

"Thanks. Just leave it on the counter, and then you can leave."

Yuna frowns, far more offended by this suggestion than any other you've laid out for her. "But you missed me, haven't you? So I'm going to stay for a couple of days, and you're just going to have to suck it up."

So much for peace and quiet. 

“Absolutely the hell not. Don't you have your own apartment to wreck? You're not staying here."

"Why not?" she asks, tossing your shirt on the counter, just like you said. But just as quickly, she takes a seat on the couch and makes herself entirely too comfortable. "My place is a fucking mess, and I'd rather have some company. Plus, you have that really nice bed that's a thousand times more comfortable than anything I own." 

"You're not staying," you reiterate. "Why are you even here? Did you just get done with a dick appointment, so you're coming here now? This isn't a hotel."

Yuna stretches out on the couch, not bothered in the slightest. "No. I haven't been fucked in three days. How crazy is that? We need to catch up, so I figured I would stay with you—"

"We? Try again. I'm sure there's a gangbang going down somewhere, or an orgy you can crash. I am not letting you stay."

"What, is having me in your life such a terrible fate that you'll die if you don't have a moment's peace? A hot girl on your couch and the first thing you think of is getting rid of her?"

"That's exactly right. I have things to do today. important things. Things that don't involve babysitting you."

Yuna cocks her head at you, wide-eyed. "What could you possibly have to do today that's more important than this ass? Huh? Name one thing."

This girl is the definition of exhausting. Trying to tear your attention away from her brazen attitude is harder than it should be, with her figure slumped against the back of the sofa—arms spread wide and long legs extended so invitingly. That top riding higher and higher each time she so much as breathes, offering a full view of her toned abdomen. You can't find the strength or motivation to fight this, when Yuna looks the way she does. And you're certainly no stranger to sleeping with her.

"I don't have to explain myself to you. There are a thousand things more important than giving you attention. Now get off my couch and go find someone else to annoy."

The demand only earns a childish scoff, Yuna folding her arms across her chest. "Oh come on—look, I'll be good. I'll sleep on the couch, I'll cook you breakfast and dinner and clean whatever the hell I mess up. I won't bother you. Promise."

"You're not stepping foot in my kitchen after you almost broke my coffee maker."

"Almost. Keyword, almost," Yuna adds, barely getting to the end of her sentence before standing up and making her way across the living room to your side. "If I can't cook or clean or do anything, how do you suggest I pay you back for letting me stay here, hmm?"

You clench your fists so hard while exhaling, staring daggers into this psuedo-innocent expression that doesn't have any weight behind it. Knowing damn well what those gears turning in her head have planned. 

"Don’t worry, you're not staying here. So there's no need to pay me back." A simple rejection doesn't seem to deter her. It never does. 

She’s no stranger to the word no, but it doesn’t stop her from taking another step forward. And another one, closing the distance between, almost as a test to see how far she can go before the resistance starts. Then she steps back. Only to spin around, those tempting hips and ass pressing right into the crotch of your sweatpants, using the armchair nearby like support to push a little harder. 

And when she's looking like that, the way Yuna throws that devilish look over her bare shoulder while wiggling her ass is such an easy sell, a perfect visual that causes blood to rush down towards your cock. "If you prefer, I could just pull them right off…"

Somewhere deep inside, you want this—to give up this charade and indulge yourself in every inch of her. In that ass you have memorized to every detail, in that perfect fucking cunt that's yours to taste anytime you please. But the second you give in, there's no turning back.

Because you can't keep pretending that you can control yourself around this girl. Every shred of composure you try to have is fleeting when Yuna's there offering herself up on a platter.

"Do you know how long it's been since I've had someone spank my ass? Two weeks? Maybe even three. Nobody hits harder than those big, strong hands. Nobody can put me in my place like you do. And I've been such a bad, bad girl.” 

Staring at the view presented before you, your knees feel a little weak. The things you want to do to this bratty little tease are practically limitless, sending your imagination racing when you follow the curve of her hips. Because maybe it’s about time she got what she deserves. All those handprints, her sensitive flesh just bruised by your palm, the sight of her bent over and spanked relentlessly—maybe her punishment is your reward. 

It's inevitable at this point. And the worst part is, Yuna knows this all too well.

"What are you waiting for? Spank my ass, make it yours. Make it hurt so good. Please."

That please is what does you in. Because you can picture it now, feeling the supple skin of her ass bounce under every smack of your hand, and that high pitched yelp tearing through her throat the second you really put power behind each strike.

It doesn't help those goddamn skintight shorts that hug her ass, a perfect invitation to have your way. 

You sigh under your breath. Because you’ll fold like always, giving in to those desperate pleas. If only to satisfy the lust that builds for Yuna’s tight body. The way your cock will feel buried inside her ass, while you get so rough fucking her. Until she can barely stand on her own two feet anymore.

Fuck. She knows she's already won.

"Fine. You fucking brat. But not here, not on the couch. I'll need a drink for this."

With a final look at her—looking like sin and sex on two legs, you drag her towards the kitchen to look for the strongest thing you have, looking past the bottle of wine that will have to wait. Yuna waits silently by the counter, with that same knowing look in her eye. A look that has no chance to fade even once you pop open a bottle of something to help wash the regret down.

"God, you're going to regret wearing those shorts," you tell her, not bothering with a glass and taking a huge swig straight from the bottle. And then another. 

"I don’t regret a single thing in my life. Now where's mine?" Yuna asks, pout on her lips as she ignores the fact that those shorts are coming off the first chance you get. 

"You're annoying enough sober—you don't get shit until I've had enough to tolerate you." 

She giggles. Which at this point is more infuriating than cute. "So never?" 

Yuna watches the bottle return to your lips for another long sip. You don't even deny that—instead, your eyes are glued to her shapely figure while you wait for the alcohol to kick in. 

"Give me your belt.” 

You slam the bottle down and stare straight ahead at the puzzled look on Yuna's face—but there's no objection. Instead, she complies and unfastens the clasp before sliding the white leather strip right out and handing it over without asking a thing. 

And that's when you do the honors. Unfastening the front button of those ridiculous shorts and tugging the zipper down. Her shorts are so impossibly tight that even after all that, they still take a little extra strength to tug down past the full curve of her ass. But you do manage to peel them down, staring at the tiny scrap of blue cotton and lace that hardly covers a damn thing—what those shorts are concealing beneath, this small string nestled just between her smooth, bare asscheeks. 

“Surprised you even wore panties at all today.” 

“I wore them so you’d rip them off me. It’s no fun if I don’t make you earn it first.”

That cocky little smirk doesn’t falter—not until you grab her ass like it belongs to you, fingers digging in deep, rough enough to make her squirm. Yuna wants to be manhandled, you know that already, so you squeeze harder, spread her wide and knead every inch, marveling at how much of her there is to take.

Her thong barely counts as anything, just a bright blue string that disappears between her cheeks. It's the only thing standing between you and burying deep inside.

"Fuck, I can't wait to feel your hands hurting this ass so fucking hard," Yuna groans, rolling her hips back into your grip. 

You don't respond—because now you've got your teeth hooked into the flimsy fabric of her thong. One swift tug downward snaps the thin fabric and tears right through so you can get right to that incredible ass of hers. No sooner have the scraps of her panties fallen to the kitchen floor before you've got a solid grip on each bare cheek, sinking your teeth in just enough to mark her pale flesh.

Laughing under your breath as you run fingertips across those creamy cheeks, you shake your head in disbelief. "You think I'm going to be using my hands?" you ask while picking up her discarded belt, an almost forgotten strip of leather until this exact moment.

Yuna looks back over her shoulder with the biggest grin.

"We're doing this my way.” 

Dropping your sweatpants right around your ankles for some relief, she can't help but stare at your bulge. And a smile perks up on her lips the instant she catches sight of the leather belt in your tight fist. Surprisingly, Yuna stays silent, even as you test the belt out between the palm of your hand, the crack of leather echoing around the kitchen. "You wanna get spanked? Then you're gonna get spanked. Bad girls don't get a say in this."

"Can't wait," she responds, not obedient, but almost daring as her hands clutch tight to the kitchen counter to brace for the first impact. Neither can you. 

"Eyes forward then, slut," you demand, running the leather down her skin, tracing along every curve until she has no choice but to face away. Before any warning, the satisfying crack of leather connects right against her bare ass, ripping a startled yelp from those bratty lips. A strike so forceful it jolts her body forward and leaves a light imprint on her delicate flesh. 

It puts a smile on your face when you get the same reaction. Another sharp crack cuts through the silence, right against the flesh of her ass with even much force. Another welt, another moan, as this bright red mark begins to form as the color spreads across her flesh. "M-more, please—that stings so fucking good. F-fuck, more."

The next smack sends her hips slamming back into the counter, another strangled noise coming from her mouth right as you hit her harder without thinking. “If it's too much, speak up." 

But the noise she makes is barely coherent. All you can see is the look of excitement on her face as you deliver more stinging slaps to her same cheek, over and over until you've had enough—only switching to the other for an identical treatment and marking the unblemished skin just the same.

"N-never. I love the pain, love the feeling of this belt on my ass—please keep going." Even with the crack in her voice, the smack of leather against bare skin overshadows her cries while you up the ante and show no mercy. 

Over and over with these slaps all over her cheeks, fueled by frustration with Yuna yelping each time you send the belt flying into that sore, marked skin. But she still grinds her hips back at you for more, eager for any ounce of pleasure, and every ounce of pain that comes alongside.

The entire time Yuna stays bent over, loud gasps and pathetic whines for another while these harsh spanks rain down so she can feel the sting that lingers right after. Hard enough to leave her speechless and biting back to not beg you for even worse. She grips the countertop like she'll simply fall over if she doesn't. And after a well-timed hit, you force a break that she doesn't ask for—a moment to collect herself and catch her bearings. A moment to admire the redness that's not going away anytime soon.

"Still want more?" you ask her with a tug at her hair, the belt grazing her tender skin. 

"M-more. Give me everything you fucking have," she can barely breathe out between whimpers, gripping even tighter onto the kitchen counter, so that your next hit to that reddened ass leaves behind an unmistakable imprint on those plump cheeks. "Fucking make it hurt, don't treat me like I can't take it. Harder."

You can certainly oblige her. Harder is exactly what you'll do—each vicious snap of the belt a little more relentless, no pauses between several loud cracks against that aching flesh, causing the most delectable noise as Yuna gasps every single time. Even as you step back, inspecting the artwork you've left on her backside, Yuna is far from satisfied. "I said to fucking make it hurt. But you're holding back on me, stop doing that."

Oh, let her fucking complain. Even with a burning sting on her ass, Yuna can't help but provoke you a bit further, with your grip in her hair tightening. But those slaps only come faster—each vicious hit with the leather cracks over her raw ass, moans muffled as her cheek gets pressed right up against the cold countertop. 

The belt swings wide again, hitting both cheeks at once and making them jiggle, the redness across Yuna's round little ass making a stark contrast against the pure, porcelain skin. And she hears it first before feeling it. 

Another cry of ecstasy that escapes her throat right as the belt brings about more stinging slaps, until you let the folded length of her own belt linger in the air, so she doesn't even know when the next swing will happen. You love nothing more than watching her body tense up—every single nerve on edge knowing another hard smack will come her way the second she even breathes, her reddened ass ready to receive whatever you have left in store for it.

"Like doesn't begin to describe it. I'm fucking crazy for it," she gasps out, when the belt stays far enough away that you give her some sense of relief—until it brushes over the sore, sensitive skin, making the softest touch seem worse than an outright strike. Then it cracks over her cheeks in succession, her thighs clenching together as she takes it. 

"My god, nobody has an ass like this, Shin Yuna. Nobody. Especially now with all these pretty little marks, and those noises you make when I spank you, I could listen to those all fucking day."

You put the belt down and stroke over the red welts from where you may have gone just a little too far, not that Yuna would ever object. She glances back over her shoulder with the biggest smile, even through the tears staining her cheeks.

"That’s as much as you deserve, you desperate little slut.” 

Up her body you wander, pulling her upright and stripping her of that small crop top so your hands have better access. Then straight into the clasp of her bra, cupping her tits once you’ve freed them, kneading with a little force the way you know Yuna loves. 

"I can handle so much more than this, I swear. I could take so much more," Yuna insists with another cute sniffle. The problem is, you know she can. All you have to do is glance between her thighs, and the mess on the tiles tells you enough. 

"I know you can," you breathe in her ear, hand trailing up around her throat until your fingers close tightly around it. Yuna lets out this short and sweet moan in your grasp when you apply more pressure. “But you got what you want. Now it’s my fucking turn.” 

Yuna drips at the thought. There's no sense in resisting her, no point in pretending this wasn't inevitable from the moment she had herself bent over with those tight fucking shorts. You'll give into everything she wants despite pretending to do the opposite. 

"What's that fucking word you keep calling me?" you ask her, the grip around her neck making her thighs clench even harder this time. "Go on."

"D-daddy. That's it. But you said never to—"

"Doesn't apply here. One time, this one time, use it. Use it while I'm shoving my cock in your needy little asshole, understand?"

"Yes—I fucking understand. Y-yes, daddy. Just this once."

A quick release of her throat so Yuna can turn her body in your direction, the tears in those alluring eyes yet to dry up. Your free hand palms over her ass once again, getting a nice, possessive squeeze as a reward for everything she's endured already.

"My ass fucking hurts," she says, laughing it off between shaky breaths and the occasional sniffle. "G-god, this belt fucking hurt more than your hand ever could."

"Are you complaining or bragging?" you ask as your lips meet, hot breath against one another as her slender fingers grasp against the hem of your shirt, up and off within seconds so she can slide her fingers up and down your bare chest. 

"What do you think?" 

Your boxers come off last, not even hitting the ground before Yuna is stroking your stiff cock with this playful expression on her features. Then it's in her grip the entire time you walk her down the hallway and into the bedroom. As expected, she can't keep her hands off of you for more than a second, right up to when the bed frame hits the back of her knees and the only option is falling back onto the mattress.

"God, Yuna, the things I'm going to do to you—the ways I'll ruin you." With her legs spread wide, and thighs glistening with arousal, you get to indulge in the view while Yuna plays with her clit in lazy, drawn-out circles.

“Need you in my ass, daddy—need it now. Isn't that clear?" Oh, how unexpected that she’s going to abuse the permission of that one single word. 

"I can assure you the feeling is mutual," you insist, and join her on the edge of the mattress, taking her hips and flipping her over until she's lying right on her stomach with that sore, marked ass up on display, raised up off the mattress.

She props herself up on her elbows so she’s in position, right in the center of the bed. The sight is perfection—this shameless, insatiable fucktoy, sprawled across your bed with her legs parted, knees sunk into the bed, ready and waiting for you. 

Just as she opens her mouth to say something, you bury your face into those pillowy cheeks, the tip of your tongue swirling against her tight fucking asshole.

"F-fuuuck, it's been so long since I've had your tongue in my ass, daddy," Yuna moans, your spit lubricating her puckered hole all over, the softness of her cheeks pressing deep against your face as she tries to grind back. You shove your tongue deeper, tasting, savoring everything—eating her ass like it's the only reason you let her stay here tonight. The reason why you even opened the front door.

There's nothing better than the unfiltered moans while you plunge your tongue deep into the depths of her asshole, face first against it and greedy, spreading her wide apart while you slip in, those cries of pleasure getting higher. 

You taste—no, you devour her, tongue exploring, thrusting in and out of that tight little ring that clenches around each swipe. This delicious tongue-fuck that gets better the more desperate Yuna sounds, writhing around your sheets and pushing back, all in hopes to keep your mouth where it belongs. 

"This ass belongs to me," you remind her, a harsh slap on the still reddened flesh to make the pleasure even better. 

Yuna spreads her cheeks wider so you can plunge as deep as possible, so you can hear her delicious moans as your spit covers her glistening hole. One long, sloppy lick in and out, tongue so deep in her asshole that all she can do is whimper helplessly for more. 

"D-don't act like you didn't miss this," she says, still as cocky as ever through a breathless groan of satisfaction. Your tongue teases one last time, a thumb replacing it to press into the ring of muscle that's already relaxed, seeing how easy it is to sink into.

She’s more than ready, but you need one more taste before grabbing the lube so you can slide a wet digit right inside the puckered hole of Yuna's ass—fingering her the same way you've done countless times already. 

She's tight, of course, that’s a given, but even as a finger curls inside, this grip around your finger won’t begin to compare once your cock is in the same place. Two fingers is the limit, plunging them deep enough to stretch Yuna just enough so your cock will slide right in. "Only I get to fucking pound your asshole, yeah?"

"O-oh fuck, it's only you, daddy. Nobody else, nobody but you, I promise—your cock in my ass, right where it belongs. J-just you." 

Your fingers finally pop out, and instead the slick, swollen head of your cock is pushing into the tightest, most inviting hole—one long, deep thrust right up until the base, so her asshole can swallow every last inch in a single motion. 

Yuna clutches the sheets so tight, arching her back to push that ass up into the air. She's so tight that you can't even fathom it, this delicious clench around everything stuffed to the hilt—and there's nothing like this. Nobody gets this privilege, you believe. Nobody gets to indulge in the luxury of fucking Yuna's perfect, tight little asshole. Not a single person but you gets to make her moan quite this way. 

"Stop wasting time and fuck my ass. Pound me, p-please. Don't make me fucking beg." 

So much for savoring any of it. You sink your fingers right into her ridiculous hips, gripping her harder than usual to drag her backwards onto your cock. Hard enough to force this groan out of her—so needy and pathetic in the midst when your hips meet her bare ass. A brief moment to take it all in, before sliding almost entirely back and rocking forward with full force. 

"Oh my fucking god—my ass feels so full, shit—"

She's barely breathing between words, and you don't intend on helping her out in that regard at all when you're too busy staring at her red, tender cheeks, loving how they jiggle with every rock of your hips.

“Did you expect anything else?" you ask while giving her a good, harsh slap to that same spot where red is still clear as can be. With such a good view, it's impossible to do anything other than drive deep and begin pounding her mercilessly. "A pathetic fucking slut like you deserves nothing but a rough fuck. And that's what you're gonna get." 

Yuna does little but spew moans and throw her head back when your cock buries deep in her ass. This tightness never gets old, your hips on a mission to bury in her and hit all the places Yuna loves, enough to get her drooling all over your pillows. But her asshole—as snug, warm, and irresistible as it is, you can’t fathom how hard she squeezes every time you drill forward, showing no signs of restraint.

"S-so good," she lets out through short gasps, her face buried in the pillows and her teeth biting your sheets hard. “Love when you treat me like a fucking toy, daddy—"

"Yuna, that's exactly what you are," you tell her while you're so deep in her ass it's almost overwhelming. "So tight, I'll never stop pounding you, fuck. Tightest little hole I've ever fucked."

Yuna glances over her shoulder, while you get a good, tight grip on her hair and tug so she clenches harder, with every stroke balls fucking deep—as rough as you think she needs it. Even as the sound of your cock reaming her ass echoes throughout the entire room, nothing could possibly be enough. 

Your unrelenting, deep thrusts into Yuna's asshole cause the whole damn bed to creak from the violent force of your strokes, pulling her hair harder for that extra roughness she loves. 

No break, not the slightest pause until you absolutely have to—because you could do this all day and not grow tired of the way Yuna moans or how her cheeks bounce when you slam into them. Those cheeks that you get a tight handful of—palms full, and dig your fingers in for some leverage while your thrusts turn animalistic, barely in control at this point. 

But Yuna can take it, you can see it in that fucked out expression. The pleasure written all over her features while her mouth falls open as you show her no mercy—spreading her ass just so you can marvel at your cock hammering in and out, stretched out so wide around you.

"So good, g-god, so deep, love how deep your cock goes," Yuna can barely get out, like it takes all the energy out of her. You know you're not anywhere near wearing her out, not while watching your dick destroy her asshole.

"Not enough?" 

“N-not even fucking close. Give me all you've got, come on," she pleads for in this broken, muffled whine with her face shoved so far against your sheets she can barely breathe. 

Another deep thrust, enough force behind that slams the bed against the wall, loud enough to compete with the sound of her ass slapping against your hips. And when you draw back again, you grab her delicate little wrists, pulling her arms behind her back and using them as leverage—so Yuna can't do anything at all but let her asshole get wrecked.

"More, more—keep fucking pounding my tight ass, come on. D-don't stop, daddy. You know I'm fucking addicted to this fat cock," Yuna pleads so pathetically, immobile and helpless, taking whatever comes next with her arms hostage and your cock impaling her to the hilt.

Your hips do exactly that. Fucking her ass in quick strokes until all she does is cry out for you to destroy her, and then some. Yuna takes everything, the groans and yelps when you give no chance for recovery, the thrusts so deep and noises more depraved by the second. Her wrists pinned by the small of her back so she doesn't even have the chance of touching her swollen clit.

"That cock in my ass feels so fucking amazing. Oh my fucking god, fuck me, fuck my asshole as deep as possible."

When you yank her body back, your hands stay locked around her wrists with enough force for her to gasp. But you’re too busy pummeling her ass to even get a word out—too focused on that impossible tightness wrapped around your cock, the  perfect grip around every inch like it's trying to force you to cum.

"Better get used to this, slut. My cock is going to keep wrecking your tight little ass over and over again for the next two days. And maybe even longer if you really deserve it."

Her wrists go free, only for your hands to find her delicious hips again, slamming back in and using all the momentum to crash into Yuna as hard as your body can muster—until she's pinned flat onto your mattress, trapped right under you without a single break between the thrusts that hit at a different angle. 

With your legs spread on either side of her, your torso stays flat against her naked back, keeping your weight right down over her small frame. The bed shakes each time you enter the deepest parts of her ass, every single stroke her greedy hole swallows up and demands even more than you can possibly offer. 

"That's it, j-just like that. Just keep fucking my ass, love the way that you ruin it—"

"Yuna—" You bring a harsh smack down across her reddened, sore cheek to really punctuate each thrust. "You think I wouldn’t when your ass is squeezing my cock so fucking good?"

Every bit of movement between the two of you happens right where your skin is pressed against hers—sweat on her body indistinguishable from the sweat on yours. Hands around her hips so you can keep a nice, possessive grip while you relentlessly drive forward to pound her body into your mattress, no chance of lasting much longer now. Not with the way you're drilling her, no chance at all.

And yet, you can't tear your eyes away from how her ass looks getting pounded, bouncing every time your hips make contact with the reddened cheeks of her ass.

"If you fuck me any harder, you might actually break this bed," Yuna gasps out, laughter still coming to her lips despite how ruined and breathless she is. That sounds like a good option, if you can’t help it, no matter how rough you need to be with her. Yuna is beyond that—insatiable and incapable of getting satisfied for very long at all, the way most people would. 

But that doesn't mean you won't give your all for this performance. So you get back on your knees, getting each hand full of Yuna's plump ass, sinking your fingertips as much as humanly possible to watch your cock destroy this perfect girl. 

"Then I'll keep going, until we've destroyed my entire goddamn bedroom. That's how much I love pounding your ass."

She just giggles until a moan replaces it, lost in all these noises. You won't stop, not if your legs give out from exhaustion. Every hard and deep thrust has your eyes fixed upon where your hips meet those decadent cheeks. With Yuna face down on her stomach, there’s no better view to watch how well your cock stretches her hole open. 

"You're getting there, I can feel it," she taunts. You hate that you can’t even see her face, but you know she’s grinning. Smug little brat. "Go ahead, fill this tight, little asshole. Use it until you cum."

And she just gets you so riled up, that it's inevitable, as soon as those words leave Yuna's mouth. "I cannot believe I went this long without my cock inside you. When you say it out loud, it just sounds—"

"Crazy? Come on. I know it drove you crazy. The only time you're actually fucking happy is when this big dick is buried in my ass. Not just inside some random girl who's not me, or a warm mouth who's not mine."

God, do you hate when she's right. Hate it with every fiber of your being, but you don't even have time to think about anything else, because these soft cheeks you're palming so hard is the thing that's about to break you first. That same voice that you can't stand on most days, is what helps you unravel—what brings you to that delirious edge and drives your hips with full force for these last few deep thrusts that rattle the bed. 

You start to lose full control, snapping your hips a little too fast, once, twice—before finally bottoming out with her name on your lips and erupting deep inside her ass. It's unstoppable, filling her with your thick, messy release in each deep throb when your cock pumps Yuna full, her asshole accepting it with each final burst of tightness.

"There you go, fucking cum in my ass," Yuna moans out as those harsh clenches milk everything out of you. You ride that high for as long as possible, each furious thrust pumping your seed deep inside, each hammering her body into the mattress—again and again until your balls have nothing left. 

Even after then, your hips don’t cease, fucking the rest of your load deeper inside her tight, filled hole. You can already see your release trickling out, her ass stuffed too full and overflowing with your cum already. "F-fuck, there's so fucking much, it's so thick—oh my god, daddy came so much…” 

Yuna sighs out into the silence, while you're left holding those sore cheeks to catch your breath. Both of you struggling to recover. 

"That's like, several days worth of cum in your ass," you say, dragging your spent cock out of her to get a good look, holding her cheeks spread apart as it flows in a thick mess between her thighs. Your fingers slide right into that gaping, ruined asshole, pushing back whatever cum threatens to drip out.

"Jesus, Yuna. Look at how much is spilling out. Was worried I actually broke you there for a moment when you're this tight."

"Nope. Still perfect. And it's still not enough," Yuna says, insatiable as ever. Only then do you start to peel yourself off of her, her worn-out body a complete sweat-covered mess.

“Too bad. You fucking drained me dry, you greedy slut."

Yuna laughs, and when she rolls over on her back to face you, she's the image of perfection: hair matted all against her forehead with sweat, makeup a bit smeared, her lips and cheeks redder than usual—ruined but still absolutely stunning.

“Like you could ever run out. Not when I'm around…” 

Yuna shifts right in front of you until she's directly in front of your gaze and kneeling between your legs. She smiles up at you and her mouth gets right back on your throbbing, sensitive cockhead. Each obscene slurp makes it a little harder to convince yourself that she shouldn't be staying for the weekend, because you might not ever let her leave. While not a day goes by without you hating her guts, not a day goes by without wanting to pin her up against a wall and fuck her senseless.

Her mouth slides deep, cleaning off everything, and her lips, her tongue running against the slit, and the cute expression the whole time, god—this girl is going to be the death of you.

She drags her tongue in slow, gentle swipes around the head, sucking every single drop clean and looking for more. There's not a single bit of reluctance—her wet mouth eagerly cleaning up your shaft in long strokes. Then she slides both hands around your hips and shoves you back, knocking you off balance until you hit the mattress. Yuna doesn’t give you a second to recover, already between your legs again. 

Now you're the helpless one, that hot little mouth working to fit the entire thick length down her throat. You don't even care about the overstimulation, not with this view of Yuna bobbing her head, those lips sealed tight. 

"Fuck, you’re crazy—“ you let out, running fingers through her messy hair, while Yuna ignores you and devours your spent cock, balls deep down her throat until she gags the slightest bit.

"You love it, though. Because it means you’re gonna fuck me harder now.” 

Maybe you do regret ever opening the door for her and letting her inside your apartment to ruin her. Or maybe you're the one ruined instead. You're not entirely sure at this point. 

"You're gonna have to wait, not everything is at full capacity yet." Yuna cocks her head to the side, stopping her full strokes so she can crawl up and get comfortable on top of you, until you're face to face, inches apart. 

"Daddy got too worn out pounding my ass? Is that my fault?"

All you have the energy for is to brush away strands of her disheveled hair out of the way, so you can stare at her gorgeous face. "Yes. And you can stop calling me that. One time thing, remember?"

Yuna giggles. "No—one time won't be enough. You know I like saying it."

You can’t even hide the sigh that escapes. But you should have known better, you suppose, for letting the floodgates open and allowing her that one time. Now you'll never hear the end of it, and it's going to be rolling off her lips the next time she begs you to fuck her again.

"You'll never listen to anything I say ever, will you?"

You already know the answer to that. But you’ll still indulge in her lips, this unexpected soft kiss after all the roughness. After all the debauchery of tonight, it’s what you both need. 

"Definitely not," Yuna replies, eyes wide and bright. “You’re just gonna have to find a way to shut me up—daddy."

You hate that word with a passion, you'd hate it if you were to hear anyone else say it to you—but for some reason, hearing that coming from those pouty lips, you hate even more that you might grow to love it the same amount. "You get to stay the weekend, and not a minute longer. Got it?"

There's this knowing glint in her eyes, all too confident that you'll break and think otherwise. "Don't be so sure about that. After one more night, you'll be begging me to stay an entire month. Begging me."

A roll of your eyes, and a laugh that’s far too loud escapes, because in truth, she's most certainly right. It's this push and pull between wanting her far away and wanting her around more than ever.

"Yuna, don't push your fucking luck," you warn, the last remnants of trying to distract from the truth.

"It's a little late for that, don't you think? I've pushed far past my limit. Might as well just start moving my things here."

That's a step too far. You'll fuck her brains out as many times as she needs, you'll even allow her to sleep in your bed for as many nights as she wants. This is already too domestic for your liking, but the thought of her staying here without giving you a moment's break? You'd rather perish.

"Absolutely fucking not. Don't even joke about that, Yuna."

"I was kidding," she insists, playing with the locks of your hair, not bothered at all by the agony on your face. "I'm here to get dicked down, that's it. I don't need to take over your whole apartment just to make sure my asshole is stretched." 

"Jesus, Yuna. Why the fuck are you so—"

"Insatiable? Hot? Good at deepthroating you until you explode down my throat? Because it's fun to see you get so flustered, daddy." 

Another one slips past her lips. You're just going to have to live with it at this point, she's so obsessed getting a reaction out of you, and you make it so easy for her. "Fuck off, I do not get flustered. And you need to stop saying that."

"No fucking chance. I'm going to call you that every single time you pound me. I'm going to scream it while you shove my face into your pillows and fuck the shit out of me, while you fold me up and choke me, get me on my knees and gag me until I'm drooling—"

"Yuna, I am not fucking you for at least another hour. Maybe even two."

"That's fine. We don't have to fuck at all, because my ass still fucking hurts,” she says, letting out a noise somewhere near a giggle and a sigh all at once. “I'm going to feel those welts you left on me forever, that belt made my ass so fucking sore that I'm surprised I can even walk. Just thinking about it makes me fucking drip—“

"Could you be any bigger of a slut than you already are?" 

Yuna shakes her head, this soft smile as if your insults only spur her on, as they seem to do. "Never. Not even if I tried." 

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Pure and sublime elegance. On my knees for Myuoi Mina

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Momoring

"We ought to find a bigger flat." I murmured within myself.

My studio apartment wasn't big enough anymore for me and my precious baby; we were forced to share the bed even though neither of us had ever complained since I adopted him.

My dance clothes were stored under the bed and into every free spot of the small house. I was a professional dancer teaching hip hop in a school in central London.

My son rolled over to my side of the bed, resting his face in the valley of the tits. "Look who is awake." I greeted him, brushing his messy hair.

I had adopted him a few years ago, and since then we had had no boundaries regarding touching in ways that many would reckon inadmissible.

His blue eyes were staring at me in adoration; his warm breath tickled my tits, making me wet.

"You know what to do," I told him.

He began kissing my big tits, licking my nipples and sucking on them. My fingers were gently caressing his hair; the touch of his lips and tongue on my sensitive nipples was making me moan in pleasure.

I was wet, so wet. My pussy was begging for his attention; it always did. His little hands were sliding on the curves of my body, his lips still attached to my nipples.

"Turn around," I demanded.

He obeyed at once, turning his back on me. I positioned myself behind him, my nipples pressed against his back, my hands gently caressing his sides.

I could feel his hard cock against my thighs; it was always ready to get some attention. I began rubbing my pussy up against his cock.

He was panting heavily; his little body was trembling with excitement.

My lips were on his neck; my tongue was tracing the line of his jaw. I kissed his cheek, making him blush.

"M-mum." He stuttered, his voice hoarse.

"What is it, baby? Don't you like it?" I asked, still grinding my pussy on his hard cock.

"I do. If anything, I'm enjoying it too much," he responded.

"And what should Mummy do to make you feel better?" I whispered into his ear. "My naughty baby wants to stick his dick inside Mummy's pussy, doesn't he?" I teased him.

He moaned into my ear. "Please, Mum. I need it; I want it so badly."

" You've been such a good boy." I kissed his temple. "Mummy is going to give you what you deserve."

I got off from him and flipped his small frame on the mattress. I straddled his hips, guiding his cock inside of me. "I need to be very slow with you." I told him.

"Why, Mum?" he asked.

"Because I'm way too big for you, sweetie. My pussy can tear you in half." I laughed.

His hands reached my breasts; he began to fondle me while he was watching me riding him. "You're huge, Mum," he moaned.

His dick was buried inside of me, he was moaning loudly, and I was going faster and faster. "I know, I'm too big for your tiny body." I replied.

"You're making me feel so good, Mum." He moaned again; his hands were grabbing my hips.

I pressed his arms on the bed; I put my hands on his chest. "I can crush you, baby, so you better let me fuck you as I want." I moaned.

My hips started to move faster; his dick was so deep in my pussy that he was hitting my cervix, and he began to moan even louder than before.

"I think you like to be used by your big mummy." I laughed.

"Yes, Mum." He moaned, his face red, his body trembling in pleasure.

His fingers rubbed my clit in circles; I could feel how much I was wet for him. I was enjoying every second. "Oh, that's so good, baby!" I purred.

His finger left my pussy and grabbed my breasts, his hands fondling me while I was bouncing on him, his cock buried in my cunt, his breathing getting faster and faster. I knew he was close to orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum, Mum!" He moaned loudly.

"Don't worry, baby. You can cum in my pussy." I purred.

"Really?!" he asked in awe.

"Yes, baby, you're my son, and I want you to fill me up." I assured him.

His face contorted in pleasure, his body twitching in ecstasy, he came. I felt his cum filling my pussy; it felt warm and comforting.

I bent forward, my pussy pressing against his pelvis, my lips kissing his cheek. "That was so good, baby. You're such a good boy."

With obvious effort, he flipped me on my back, getting on top of me, his lips close to mine. "I want to kiss you, Mum." He purred.

His tongue swirled around mine, his hips snapped forward, making me moan into his mouth. He was still hard, and I could feel that he was ready to go again. His hands were holding mine over my head, his tongue was exploring my mouth, and his cock was getting even deeper inside of me.

He lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. His lips were now on my neck, his tongue tracing the line of my jaw while he was fucking me with such intensity that I could barely breathe.

His pace became faster; he was pushing his cock deeper inside my pussy, his breath tickling my skin. "Oh fuck, baby! You're going to make me cum!" I moaned.

"Are you close, Mum?" He whispered in my ear.

"Yes, baby, I'm so close." I assured him.

My nails were scratching his back; his dick was pounding my cunt; I was so wet that his cock was going in and out without any effort. He kissed me again, his tongue swirling around mine while he was thrusting even harder inside of me.

I arched my back as an overwhelming sensation took over my body; my orgasm hit me hard. I was moaning so loudly that our neighbours could hear me.

"Oh, baby, that was so intense. You made me cum so good." I murmured.

He kissed me with such a hunger that took my breath away. "Mum." He whispered into my lips. "I want to cum again. I need it."

I was smiling, kissing him back. "I'm all yours, baby." I murmured.

He flipped me over, my ass up in the air. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him; his cock was already at the entrance of my pussy. He began thrusting inside me, hard. "Oh, baby, you're so deep." I moaned.

He bent forward, his chest pressing against my back; his cock was going even deeper. His lips brushed against my ear; his warm breath sent shivers down my spine. "I love you, Mum." He whispered.

I moaned into the pillow; my pussy was so wet that it was dripping onto the sheets. His cock was hitting my cervix with every thrust; I loved that feeling. "I love you too, baby." I purred back.

His hands were on my shoulders; he was pounding me so hard that I couldn't think straight. His hips were snapping forward; his balls were slapping against my pussy.

"Oh fuck, baby! I need it again. I'm so close." I begged.

He kept fucking me, his cock going deeper and deeper with every thrust. "You're so tight, Mum." He groaned.

I could barely form coherent thoughts; I was just a mess of pleasure and lust. "I know, baby. Your cock is so big for my tiny pussy. You're going to break it." I panted.

He grabbed my hair, pulling it back, making me arch my spine even more. His cock went even deeper, and I came again. I was screaming in pleasure, my pussy throbbing around his cock. My legs were trembling; I was barely able to keep myself up.

We collapsed on the bed; his thrust went on relentlessly. "Please, baby, I can't take it anymore." I begged him.

"I'm almost done," he moaned into my ears. His thrusts became erratic and wild, approaching his climax.

"Fill my cunt up, baby. Please! I need you." I was begging him.

He came with a loud moan, his cum filling my cunt; some of his cum was dripping down my leg.

He collapsed on me, our breaths laboured. "So fucking hot," he cussed, praising me.

I chucked. "You are not so bad yourself." I told him, still catching my breath.

We fell asleep like that, our bodies entwined, my pussy full of his warm cum.

The following morning, while he was still sleeping next to me, I contacted my older sister Hana, who lived in the city as well.

She was engaged with a real estate agent named Martin, and hopefully he would have been able to find a new and vaster place for us.

Martin was a hot man; I had always thought of him as handsome and with a good body. He was tall and well-trained, his blond hair always perfectly styled.

I planned to meet him while my baby was at school during one of my days off. We met in a cosy café near his office; he was dressed impeccably, and his blue eyes were staring into mine when I walked in.

"Martin, it is so good to see you." I smiled at him, kissing him on the cheek.

"The pleasure is mine, Momo. It has been so long." He smiled back.

"I'm in need of a bigger apartment; can you help me out?" I asked.

He nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "Of course, Momo. I know you and your son are struggling to live in that tiny studio, but the prices are quite high at the moment." He explained.

I sighed in frustration. "I know the prices are high, but I can't go on living like this with my baby." I said.

His eyes softened. "Don't worry, Momo, I'm going to find you a decent place." He promised me.

His hand brushed over mine, and I shivered. I could see in his eyes lust and desire.

"Martin, don't." I reprimand him, pulling away.

"What? I thought you were into me." He smirked.

"I am, but I can't. I have a son." I replied.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I get it, Momo." He muttered in a luring tone. "But still I am sure I could provide you a pleasurable afternoon, if you concede to me." 

"Are you not considering my sister?" I asked, getting nervous.

" If we both keep it for ourselves, I don't see why you couldn't indulge." He retorted.

I bit my lower lip; his words were tempting me. " If we are going to do it, I want a big discount on the rent." I negotiated.

He chuckled. "Of course, you're going to have a discount." He assured me.

We walked into the car park, and once we were hidden from the cameras, he pushed me against his car, his body pressed against mine. "You are so damn hot," he praised me.

 His hands started to wander on my curves; his lips pressed against my neck.

"I want it hard and quick." I requested. His mouth was on mine, his tongue swirling around my mouth, his hands on my ass. He lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his hips, his mouth still on mine.

His tongue was exploring my mouth while his hands were gripping my hips. "I like it when you talk dirty," he purred.

He lifted me up, setting me on the bonnet of his car. His lips trailed down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin.

 His hands slid under my blouse, unhooking my bra with ease. His mouth closed around my nipple, his tongue flicking it while his other hand was pinching and rolling my other nipple between his fingers.

I moaned at the sensation, my back arching, my fingers tangled in his hair. I could feel his bulge against my thigh, and I couldn't help but grind against it. He chuckled, his breath hot against my skin.

"Someone's eager," he murmured.

"You're the one who started it." I retorted, my voice breathy.

He smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. "Let me see your tits," he demanded.

I complied, pulling my blouse over my head and discarding it on the ground. His eyes roamed over my body, drinking in the sight of my naked chest. He licked his lips, his gaze fixated on my breasts. "They're fucking perfect," he groaned.

"Don't just look; touch them." I urged.

He didn't need to be told twice. His hands cupped my breasts, kneading and squeezing them. His thumbs circled my nipples, eliciting a moan from my lips. "That feels so good." I purred.

He leaned down, his mouth closing around one of my nipples. He sucked and licked, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud. I writhed beneath him, my hips bucking up. "Martin." I moaned.

His name was a plea on my lips, and he responded in kind. He switched to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. His hand trailed down my stomach, reaching the waistband of my skirt. He tugged it down, along with my panties, leaving me completely exposed.

"You're so wet," he groaned, his finger slipping between my folds.

I whimpered, my body aching for more. He obliged, his finger plunging inside me. I gasped, my walls clenching around him. He pumped his finger in and out, adding a second one. I rocked against his hand, chasing my pleasure.

"Please," I begged. "I need more."

He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips. He sucked them clean, savouring my taste. "You taste hella good," he growled.

I shuddered, my desire burning brighter. He unzipped his trousers, freeing his dick. As my sister Hana had confessed to me, Martin had a monster in between his legs. My eyes widened at the sight of it. It was long and thick, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

"Holy shit," I breathed.

He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Like what you see?" he teased.

I nodded, my mind going blank. He gripped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bonnet. He positioned himself at my entrance, teasing my clit with the tip of his cock. I whined, trying to push myself onto him.

He held me still, a wicked glint in his eye. "Not yet, darling. I want to savour this."

I pouted, my frustration mounting. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, dominating me. I melted into him, my body surrendering to his touch.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck. "Tell me what you want," he commanded.

"Martin, we don't have all the time in the day; just stick it in." I whined. "I don't want to risk getting caught; my son's school is not that far from here." 

He smirked, and without any warning, plunged his dick inside of me to the hilt. I cried out, my walls stretching to accommodate him. He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.

"Fuck, you're tight," he gritted out.

I took a moment to adjust to his size, my inner muscles spasming around him. He gave me a moment to catch my breath before he started to move. He set a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward. I moaned, my eyes rolling back.

He leaned over me, his lips brushing against my ear. "Do you like that?" he taunted. "Tell me how much you love my cock."

I whimpered, my words slurred. "I love it. It's so big. So fucking big."

He grinned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "That's it. Let go."

I threw my head back, my moans echoing through the car park. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my ass. I could feel my climax approaching, my body coiling tighter and tighter.

"Oh god. Oh fuck. Martin, please." I begged, my voice a sob.

He pistoned into me, his pace unrelenting. "Come for me," he growled. "I want to feel your pussy milk me dry."

His words sent me over the edge. I came undone, my pussy clenching around his cock.

"I'm close." Martin grunted, his thrusts speeding up.

I convulsed beneath him, the pleasure too much to bear. "Do not cum inside; that is allowed only to my son." I warned him.

He smirked. "All right then." He withdrew his dick from my cunt. "I'm going to invade your ass."

He aligned his cock to my ass; he began to push, making me scream. His cock was stretching my ass, making my body shiver.

"Fuck," he gritted out.

"Yes, you're so tight." He moaned.

My ass was struggling to accommodate him, but he kept pushing, determined to fuck my ass. Finally, he was buried in me, his cock filling my ass.

I was a moaning and trembling mess, the pain and pleasure intertwining. "Oh my fucking god." I gasped. "Your cock is so big in my ass."

He grinned, pulling out slowly before slamming back in. "Yeah, it is," he smirked, starting to fuck my tight ass. "Your ass is so fucking tight. It's strangling my cock."

"Oh fuck." I groaned, feeling every inch of him. "It's so intense."

He kept pounding into my ass, his thrusts steady and deep. I was moaning uncontrollably, my body overwhelmed by the sensation of having my ass filled up with his huge cock. "God, it feels so good." I whimpered.

He grunted in response, his grip on my hips tight. I was at his mercy, my body subject to his desires. He kept fucking my ass, slamming his cock deep inside me with each thrust. I was losing my mind, the pleasure consuming me.

"Harder, Martin." I moaned. "Fuck my ass harder."

He obeyed, his thrusts becoming more forceful. He pounded into me, his hips snapping forward with a force that made me cry out. I was a mess beneath him, my moans filling the air.

"Yes!" I screamed, my body shuddering. "Just like that. Fuck my ass just like that."

He growled, a low, primal sound. "Do you like that?" he taunted, his voice rough with desire. "You like it when your ass is stuffed with cock."

I nodded, unable to speak. He kept fucking me, my ass clenching around his thick shaft. "God, yes." I moaned.

He leaned forward, his chest pressed against my back. His lips brushed against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "I'm going to fill up your ass with cum," he growled, his tone filled with lust.

"Do it." I urged, my voice breathless. "Fill up my ass with your hot cum."

He grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Fuck," he groaned. "I'm going to cum."

I moaned, my body trembling in anticipation. "Do it." I repeated it, my voice a desperate plea. "Cum in my ass. I need it."

He slammed into me one last time, his cock buried deep inside of my ass. He came, his cum filling up my ass; I felt it warm inside of me.

He withdrew, his cum dripping out of my ass and down my legs. "Oh fuck," he groaned.

My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the ground, my ass still clenching around the memory of his dick.

He hoisted me up on his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist; he was still inside of me; he fucked me standing. Martin's thrusts were relentless, pounding into me with brute force. I screamed in pleasure, my body on the brink of collapse. My pussy was getting wetter by the second, my body shaking. I was so close to my orgasm.

Martin's thrusts sped up; he was fucking me like a wild beast. His cock hit my cervix with each thrust, making me moan even louder. We heard a group of young boys coming our way.

” Martin." I warned him.

"I don't give a fuck if some kids see us fucking." He retorted. His words took me aback; his cock was still going in and out of my cunt with no signs of stopping.

" Martin I'm not a fucking exhibitionist." I protested.

The boys had almost reached us, and I knew they would catch us in the act. I looked up, and sure enough, many boys were staring at us in shock.

I covered my face with my hands, mortified. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I shouted at them.

One of the boys emerged from behind. "Judas, you swore to be mine," my baby shouted back.

I froze, my eyes wide in shock. "W-what are you doing here?" I stammered.

My son got delirious, and he smashed his mobile on the tarmac, shattering it. "Fuck off," he cussed, before running away with tears streaming down his face.

"Baby, wait." I called after him.

Martin pulled out of me and zipped up his trousers. "That went well." He chuckled.

I glared at him, my anger rising. "Shut up, you idiot. That was my fucking son. I need to go after him."

I grabbed my blouse and skirt, hastily getting dressed. I didn't even bother with my panties; I just left them on the ground. I ran after my son, calling his name, but he was already gone.

"Bollocks." I cursed, my heart heavy with guilt and worry.

I called Hana, and she came to pick me up in my desperate quest to find him.

She was driving while I was nervously chewing on my lower lip. "What did you do to make him so upset?" she asked.

I had to lie to her; I couldn't tell her the truth about me and Martin. "We argued," I lied.

She frowned, her eyes on the road. "About what?"

"Nothing serious, just get me home, please." I responded.

Once we arrived at the flat, I thanked her and rushed inside. I found him sitting on the floor, his back against the wall. His head was down, and his shoulders slumped.

"Baby." I called out to him. He didn't respond, his body trembling. I approached him cautiously, kneeling beside him. "I'm so sorry." I apologised. "I never meant to hurt you."

He looked up at me, his eyes red and puffy. "Why?" he croaked. "Why?" His voice cracked with emotion.

I reached out, cupping his cheek. "I had met Martin to get his help to find us a new place, but things got carried away. I'm so sorry, baby." I pleaded.

He pushed my hand away, his anger and hurt evident. "You said you loved me. Was it all a lie?" he accused.

I shook my head frantically. "No, baby. I love you, I do. I've never felt this way about anyone else."

He scoffed, his lip curling in disgust. "Then why? Why did you let him have his way with you?" 

I sighed, my heart breaking at the pain in his voice. "Understand that I did it for us, to get a better place to live."

He scoffed again bitterly. "That might have been your noble cause, but you enjoyed him beyond the mere thought of helping us." 

I pulled him closer to me, wrapping my arms around him, my cheek against his. "I didn't, baby. It didn't mean anything, I swear."

He didn't say anything, his body tense in my embrace. I held him tighter, my tears falling onto his shoulder. "I love you." I whispered. "You're my everything."

He remained silent, his breathing ragged. I pulled back, looking into his eyes. "Say something, please."

He licked his lips, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am pathetic. I don't have the might to hate you; I love you too much."

We fell silent, the weight of our situation sinking in. I stroked his hair, my heart aching with regret. "What can I do to fix this situation?" I questioned.

He looked up at me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Give me the chance to make it up to you." I offered. "Let me show you how much you mean to me."

He considered my words, his expression enquiring. "What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath, my resolve firm. "Let me make you feel good. Let me worship every inch of your body. Let me show you that you're the only one for me."

He hesitated, his doubt evident. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, my conviction unwavering. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life. You're my son, my baby, and I love you more than anything."

He searched my eyes, looking for any sign of deception. Finding none, he finally nodded. "Okay," he agreed.

I smiled softly, relief washing over me. "Okay," I echoed. "Lie down."

He lay down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I positioned myself between his legs, my hands on his thighs. I leaned down, my lips a whisper away from his cock. "Is this okay?" I checked.

He nodded, his breath hitching in anticipation. I smiled reassuringly and then took him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip, licking the pre-cum that had already formed. I took him deeper, my mouth engulfing his shaft.

He moaned, his hips bucking up. I bobbed my head, my hand stroking the base of his dick. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him hard.

"M-mum," he stuttered. "It's so good."

I hummed around him, the vibration making him shudder. I reached down, my fingers teasing his balls. I rolled them gently in my hand, feeling them tighten.

I could feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming ragged. "I'm going to cum," he warned.

I pulled back, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. "Oh baby, it is going to be the first of many ejaculations ." I promised.

My mouth seized his cock again, bobbing up and down, my hand twisting his shaft. His moans grew louder, his body tensing up. "Fuck. Mum," he cried out.

His cum shot into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed, savouring his taste. I continued to suck him gently, milking him dry. When I was satisfied, I pulled back, licking my lips.

"That was delicious." I praised. "Did you like it?"

He nodded, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Yeah, it was amazing."

I smiled, satisfaction coursing through me. "Good." I leaned up, kissing his lips softly. "Now, let me take care of you."

I straddled him, grinding my pussy against his cock. I could feel him hardening again, his desire for me evident. I reached between us, guiding him inside me. I sank down on him, taking him to the hilt.

"Oh fuck," I moaned. "You feel so good inside me."

I started to ride him, my hips moving up and down. "Mum," he groaned. "You're so tight."

I leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I could feel another orgasm building inside me, my walls clenching around his shaft.

"I'm close." I panted. "So close."

He reached down, his thumb rubbing my clit. "Come for me, Mum. Cum all over my cock."

His words sent me over the top. I screamed, my pussy spasming around him. I rode him through my orgasm, prolonging the waves of pleasure.

When I finally came down from my high, I looked down at him, a smirk on his face. "That was fucking incredible."

I kissed him again, our love for each other palpable. "I love you so much." I whispered.

He responded to me reciprocating my feelings. I dismounted him and settled in between his legs, my face inches from his butt. "Can I?" I asked.

He spread his legs, giving me better access. "Do it," he urged.

I licked my lips, anticipation coursing through me. I leaned in, my tongue lapping at his hole. I swirled it around, tasting every inch of him. He moaned, his body shuddering.

I licked and prodded, my tongue pushing inside him. I fingered him with my tongue, making him squirm. "Oh god," he groaned.

I pulled back, spit dripping from my chin. "Do you like it?" I teased.

He nodded frantically. "Yeah, I do."

I licked him again, this time adding a finger. I pushed it inside, feeling him clench around me. "You're so fucking tight." I marvelled.

I worked him loose, adding another finger. I scissored them, stretching him out. My other hand wanked his cock, feeling it throb. I pumped it fast, knowing he was close.

"Mum," he moaned. "I'm going to come."

I sucked his cock hard, tasting his cum in my mouth. He released a long and loud moan, his body shaking with pleasure. I swallowed every last drop, savouring his essence.

When he was done, I pulled back, a satisfied grin on my face. "You are not done for tonight; you have two more holes to fill up.

I lay down on the mattress, my legs spread wide. "Come here." I beckoned.

He climbed over me, his dick hard again. "Ready for round two?" I smirked.

He nodded eagerly. "Fuck yes."

I guided him inside me, feeling him fill me up completely. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Fuck me hard." I demanded.

He didn't hesitate, his hips pistoning in and out. I threw my head back, moaning loudly. "Yes." I cried out. "Just like that."

He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and bit it, making me writhe beneath him. His other hand reached down, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed it furiously, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

"Don't stop." I begged. "Please, don't stop."

He increased his pace, his cock hitting my cervix. "I'm close," he grunted.

I clamped down on him, my pussy milking his cock. "Fill me up," I moaned. "Give me all of your cum."

He came with a roar, his seed painting my insides. His warmth triggered my own orgasm, making me quiver under him.

 I raked my nails down his back, my pleasure overwhelming.

He collapsed on top of me, his breathing laboured. "Holy shit," he panted. "That was mind-blowing."

I laughed breathlessly. "Yeah, it was pretty fucking good."

We lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow. Eventually, he rolled off me, his cock slipping out.

I massaged his dick lazily, keeping it hard. "This is how it's going to go in a few seconds." I began speaking with my sexy voice. "I'll get on all fours in the middle of this very bed, and you 're going to mount me and fuck my ass like there is no tomorrow."

He got on his knees, his hands on my hips. His cock was pressing against my tight hole, seeking entrance. "Are you ready?" he questioned.

I nodded. "Do it."

He pushed inside, his tip popping in. I winced at the initial pain, but it quickly turned into pleasure. I felt so full, so complete.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "Your ass is so tight."

I wiggled my hips, adjusting to his girth. "Start slow," I instructed.

He pulled out slightly, then pushed back in. He set a steady pace, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

"Harder," I demanded. "Fuck me harder."

He complied, his hips snapping forward with more force. I cried out, the pain and pleasure melding together. He reached around, his fingers finding my swollen clit. He rubbed it vigorously, sending jolts through my body.

"Yes." I screamed. "Just like that."

I could feel another orgasm in bound, my body tensing up. He sensed it too, fucking with wild abandon.

"I'm going to cum." I screamed.

He grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. I threw my head down on the pillow, my screams muffled. I felt him cum, his hot seed filling my ass. I shuddered, my own orgasm ripping through me.

I collapsed onto the bed, my body spent. He fell beside me, his chest heaving. "That was amazing," he panted.

I nodded, unable to form words. We lay there for a long time, our bodies intertwined. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep, our hearts full of love and our bodies sated.

The following days were a crescendo of stress. My son pushed me to confess to my sister Hana what happened, but I could not bring myself to do it.

"Mum, she has to know what kind of man his fiancé is," he declared while we were cuddling on the bed after another sex marathon. "If he had betrayed her with you, the odds would suggest that he might have done it already."

I kissed him softly, running my fingers through his hair. "I'll do it, but I need you to be with me."

 He smiled softly. "Of course, I'm always here for you."

We walked to her house hand in hand, my heart pounding in my chest. We got to the door, and I knocked, my nerves on edge.

Hana opened the door, her face lit up with joy at the sight of us. "What a pleasant surprise!"

I forced a smile, my guilt eating away at me. "Hi, Hana. We need to talk."

She frowned slightly but stepped aside to let us in. "Of course. What's wrong?"

We followed her into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. Martin was nowhere in sight, and I was relieved by that. " It's about Martin." I began.

She looked at me quizzically. "What about him?"

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "He… he cheated on you. With me." I blurted out.

She froze, her face paling. "What?"

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm sorry, Hana. I never meant for it to happen."

She sat back in her chair, her mind reeling. "How?"

I licked my lips nervously. "We met up to talk about finding a new apartment for me and my son. And things just… escalated."

She looked away, her emotions in turmoil. "When?" she croaked.

I hesitated; my son, sensing my difficulties, spoke for me. "Auntie Hana. I know you have a noble soul; forgive her because she is really feeling terrible, and she was just looking to get a new house for us," he said.

Hana looked at him, then back at me. "Why did you not tell me sooner?" she questioned, her voice shaking with hurt.

I wiped away a tear, my heart breaking. "I was scared. I was afraid of losing you." I admitted.

She stood up abruptly, pacing the room. "And what about you?" she turned to my son. "Were you aware of this?"

He nodded solemnly. "Yes, I was. And I'm the one who forced her to confess the truth to you."

Hana stopped pacing, turning to face us. "I… I need time to process this."

I nodded, understanding. "I understand. I'm sorry again for everything."

She looked at my son, then back at me. "I appreciate your honesty, but this… this is a lot to take in."

We stood up, giving her space. "Of course. We'll leave you alone." I said.

I walked out first; my son hugged my sister, whispering something into her ears.

We walked home hand in hand, my head on his shoulder. "What did you tell her?" I asked.

He kissed the top of my head. "That she should not trust her boyfriend in the slightest and to take into consideration your honesty as an act of love," he answered.

I laughed softly. "You always know how to make me feel better."

We arrived home. As soon as the door closed, I grabbed him, pinning him against the wall. His eyes widened in surprise, his breathing hitching. "What are you doing?" he gasped.

I didn't answer, my lips crashing into his. I kissed him hard, my tongue pushing into his mouth with a desperate hunger. He moaned, his arms wrapping around my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair.

I pressed my body against his, feeling his hard cock against my thigh. I rocked my hips against him, grinding on his dick. "Mum," he gasped, breaking the kiss.

"Shh." I silenced him, my hand slipping under his shirt. I caressed his chest, my fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. He shivered, his body responding to my touch. I pinched his nipple, rolling it between my fingers. He moaned, his head falling back against the wall.

"M-Mum." He stuttered, his voice trembling. "W-What are you doing?"

I smiled against his lips. "I'm showing you how much I love you." I murmured.

He nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "Okay," he breathed, his hands gripping my waist.

I kissed him again, my tongue exploring his mouth with a fervour that left him breathless. I sucked on his tongue, nibbling on his lips. He moaned into my mouth, his body arching against mine. I could feel his dick throbbing against my leg, his desire palpable.

"Mum," he moaned, his hands sliding down to my ass. He squeezed my cheeks, pulling me closer. I ground against him, feeling his length harden even more.

I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down his neck. I licked and sucked on his skin, leaving a trail of love bites. He gasped, his fingers clutching my hair. "Mum, please," he begged.

I ignored his pleas, continuing my ministrations. I reached the collar of his shirt, tugging it down. I exposed his shoulder, biting down on the skin. He cried out, his body shuddering with pleasure.

"Fuck, Mum," he groaned, thrusting his hips against me.

I moved lower, pushing his shirt up. I kissed his chest, my tongue swirling around his nipples. They hardened under my touch, and I took one into my mouth, sucking on it. He arched beneath me, his moans filling the room.

"Oh god, Mum," he panted, his hands tugging at my hair. I switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. He writhed beneath me, his body trembling with pleasure.

I continued downward, my tongue tracing the lines of his abs. He had a toned stomach, and I couldn't resist licking every inch of it. I swirled my tongue around his navel, making him shiver.

"Mum, please," he begged, his voice hoarse with desire.

I looked up at him, a smile on my face. "Please what?" I teased.

"I need you," he pleaded, his eyes dark with lust.

I chuckled, unbuttoning his trousers. I pulled them down, along with his boxers, freeing his hard cock. It sprang free proudly. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it slowly.

"Mum," he groaned, his hips thrusting into my hand. I pumped his cock, my fingers tightening around the shaft. I ran my thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum that had formed there.

I lowered my head, my tongue licking the tip of his cock. He moaned loudly, his fingers tangling in my curls. I licked the length of his shaft, swirling my tongue around it. I reached the base, licking his balls.

He gasped, his body trembling. "M-Mum," he stuttered.

I took his balls into my mouth, sucking gently. He cried out, thrusting his hips forward. I released them, licking my way back up his cock. I reached the tip, sucking it into my mouth.

"Fuuuck," he moaned, grinding his hips against my face. I took more of him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth. I sucked him hard, my head bobbing up and down.

His moans filled the room, his fingers tugging at my curls. I hollowed my cheeks, increasing the suction. He thrust into my mouth, fucking my face with abandon.

I gagged, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. He kept going, his moans turning into grunts. "Mum, I'm going to cum," he warned.

I pulled back, his cock slipping from my mouth with a pop. "Not yet." I purred, licking my lips.

He groaned, frustration evident on his face. "Please, Mum," he begged. "I need to cum."

I smiled, stroking his cock. "Soon." I assured him.

He nodded, trust shining in his eyes. I stood up, kissing him deeply. He moaned into my lips, his tongue tangling with mine. I broke the kiss, guiding him to the sofa. I pushed him down, climbing on top of him.

I positioned myself above his cock, lowering myself onto it. He moaned as I engulfed him, his cock stretching me. I gasped, feeling him fill me up completely.

"Oh fuck, Mum," he breathed, gripping my hips. I started to move, riding him at a steady pace. He watched me, his eyes hooded with lust.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured. I smiled, leaning forward to kiss him. I rode him faster, my hips slamming down onto him. He groaned, meeting my movements with his own thrusts.

His hands took care of kneading my tits, his thumbs circling my nipples. "You feel so good," he grunted.

I moaned, losing myself in the sensation. I bounced on his cock, taking him to the hilt with each movement. He grunted, his hips snapping up to meet me.

"Fuck, baby." I moaned, throwing my head back. "You're so hard."

He grinned, thrusting up into me. "You make me hard," he growled. I rode him harder, chasing our orgasms. His hands gripped my waist, helping me move.

I leaned back, placing my hands on his thighs. I changed the angle, taking him deeper with each movement. "Oh god," he gasped. "That feels so good."

"Do you like it deep?" I purred. "Do you like feeling my pussy clench around your cock?"

He nodded, unable to form words. "Yes," he finally breathed. "I love it."

I rode him faster, bouncing on his cock with a desperation that bordered on insanity. He met my movements, thrusting up into me with equal fervour. I moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls.

My movements turned erratic, my body on the verge of orgasm.

"I'm going to cum." I cried, my walls clenching around him. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming."

He groaned, his thrusts becoming jerky. "Me too," he grunted. I convulsed around him, my orgasm hitting me with a force that left me breathless. He came soon after, his seed filling me up. I collapsed on top of him, our chests heaving as we caught our breath.

"Wow." I finally breathed, lifting my head to look at him.

He smiled, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Yeah," he agreed, brushing a strand of hair from my face. I kissed him softly, my lips lingering on his. We stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

Finally, I lifted myself off him, sitting up. He looked up at me, concern shining in his eyes.

“ Are you feeling any better?” he questioned.

I nodded, smiling, my fingers through his hair. He smiled back, relief evident on his face.

“ Hanna will decide what to do on her own; hopefully, she will forgive me.” I analysed.

 He nodded, agreeing with my assessment. We stayed on the sofa, wrapped in each other's arms, finding comfort in each other's embrace.

The following morning I received a text from Hana; she was inviting me to a coffee. My baby gave me a small kiss on my lips, wishing me good luck.

I arrived at the café, and Hana was already there, her face neutral. I sat down, my heart in my throat.

“ Hey.” I greeted her. “ How are you?”

She looked at me, her eyes searching mine. “ I'm okay,” she replied, her tone guarded. I nodded, fidgeting with my hands.

“ I'm glad you're okay.” I said, my voice soft. “ I was worried about you.”

She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “ I know,” she murmured. “ And I appreciate it.”

“ Hana.” I began. “I—”

“ Stop,” she interrupted, holding up her hand. “ I don't want to hear it.”

I nodded, clamping my mouth shut. She looked at me, her expression torn. “ I have cut all bridges with my ex-fiancé; I chose to prioritise our sisterhood,” she revealed. I gaped at her, shock written all over my face.

“ You… you did?” I questioned, my voice trembling. “ Why?”

She sighed again, her eyes sad. “ Because despite everything, you're my sister,” she explained. “ And family is the most important thing to me.”

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, my heart swelling with love and gratitude. “ Oh, Hana.” I breathed, reaching across the table to take her hand. “ Thank you. Thank you so much.”

She smiled softly, squeezing my hand. “ It's okay,” she assured me. “ Be grateful to your son for having supported you."

I nodded my head vehemently, my resolve firm. “ I cannot do anything but adore him; he is everything to me.” I confessed.

We held hands for a moment, the bond of sisterhood strengthening between us. Then, I pulled back, wiping away a stray tear. “ So.” I began, my tone lighter. “ How are you holding up? Really?”

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “ I'm angry,” she admitted. “ And hurt. But I'll get through it.”

I nodded, understanding in my eyes. “ Yeah. Yeah, you will. You're strong, Hana.”

She smirked, a glimmer of her usual spirit returning. “ Damn right, I am,” she retorted. I chuckled, the tension in my body easing. “ That's my sister,” I praised.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, enjoying each other's presence. Then, she spoke up, her tone curious. “ So,” she began. “ Would you mind my help to find you a place to live with your son?" she proposed. "After all, you were looking for a new house, weren't you?"

I gaped at her, my jaw dropping in shock. “ Are you serious?” I asked, my voice filled with disbelief. “ You'd help me after everything?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “ Of course,” she reassured me. “ Like I said, family is the most important. And I want to help you.”

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, and without thinking, I stood up and pulled her into a tight embrace. “ Thank you, Hana.” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “ Thank you so much.”

We hugged for a long moment, both of us finding comfort in the other's arms. Then, we pulled back, a sense of peace settling over us.

Finally, in the span of a month, we managed to find a flat that suited all our requirements and was fairly close to Hanna's place.

"Even though we have two bedrooms, we are just going to use one as far as I'm concerned," my son declared, unpacking one of the last boxes.

"Yeah, we are. I don't think I could sleep without you next to me anymore." I acknowledged.

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Today, tomorrow, forever.

" Wrooom" a thunder echoed in the night, the storm was picking up speed and you could see the rain coming down hard against the window. " Wrooom"

I hated it with all the fibers of my body. I jumped scared to the umpteenth thunder, I removed the blanket from my body, the cold hit me, I didn't like it. It was almost midnight. I couldn't sleep at all with the loud noise.

I got out of bed, grabbed a robe, and put it on. I went out of my room and reached my little brother's room. He was sleeping soundly, as  always. His hair was a mess, and his blanket covered half of his face, leaving the other half uncovered. He was breathing softly and deeply.

I got in, sat on the floor and rested my head on the bed. I listened to the raindrops outside, they were hitting the window so hard that I thought they could break it. My brother moved in his sleep and opened his eyes, he looked at me and smiled.

" Sana." his voice was sleepy. " Come into the bed, I know you are scared of  thunderstorms."

I took the chance and snuggled next to him, he rested his head on my boobies and wrapped his arms around me. I rested my hands on top of his, I felt a warmth that wasn't there before and hugged him tighter. I was 12 years old when he was born, I remember it clearly.

I had to help with my brother, my parents used to work full time so I had to do my homework while watching him.

I was never tired, my brother was always worth it. He was my everything, he made me laugh, smile and forget all the problems I had. Now that I was older, I saw him more like a son than a brother. I took care of him, fed him, bathed him and tucked him into bed. 

We grew up together, and even now, being older, we still slept together whenever I wanted. It had became our thing, especially after the death of our parents. 

" Don't worry about the thunderstorm, I am here and I won't let anything happen to you." he affirmed.

I caressed his head and kissed his hair. He was so sweet and gentle, he always tried to make me feel better.

" I love you." I said softly.

" I love you too." he whispered back.

" Sana, your bra is irritating my skin." he complained.

" Sorry, I'll take it off." I answered.

I removed it and threw it on the ground. I rested my hand on his waist and squeezed it. His body was skinny and so different from mine, he was so much younger than me but he was my best friend. My confidant, my brother and everything.

I nested his head on my chest, he rubbed his cheek against my boobs. " So soft." he commented.  

The skin-to-skin contact was sending shivers down my spine. His fingers traced the curves of my boobies, he squeezed them and moaned. " They are so soft." he repeated.

I chuckled, and it tickled. He rested his head on them and closed his eyes. I massaged his scalp with my fingertips until I felt him relax completely. The thunderstorm didn't bother me at all, I only felt his warm body next to mine, his sweet breath against my skin. 

 The warmth and the comfort he gave me were something that no one could ever replace, none of my exes could dream to be like him for me.

" Sana," his voice was soft. " Can I kiss you?"

I blushed, he never asked for anything before, it was always me who started it. I looked at him and smiled. " Of course you can." I answered.

His lips touched mine timidly, unexperienced. I caressed his cheek and returned the kiss.

It was warm and comfortable, my little brother was my home. I let him kiss me, I let him take what he wanted from me. I would never deny him.

He rested his forehead on mine and moaned softly. " It feels good." he whispered.

I blushed even more and smiled, it felt good for me too. " Yeah, it does." I confirmed.

We kissed again, this time with more intensity. His tongue entered my mouth and tangled with mine, we danced our tongues. I caressed the back of his head and moaned, it felt so good.

As the kiss progressed it got more heated, he got confident and started to move his tongue in my mouth faster, he sucked on my lower lip and bit it gently.

I gasped and let him do whatever he wanted to. I felt my heart beating fast, my breathing was uneven. I never felt this way with any other person, the passion was palpable.

" Sana" his voice was low and husky. " Can you please let me touch your tits?" he asked.

I didn't say anything, I just moved my head back and looked at him. I removed the robe and threw it on the floor. His eyes widened, he took his eyes from my face to my boobies and back to my face. He gulped. " They are so beautiful." he said.

He cupped them and squeezed them, he moaned and closed his eyes, his hands massaged my breasts until he found the nipples. He pinched them and made me moan.

" They are so soft," he murmured. " I love them." he confessed.

His hands traced the curves of my boobs, he caressed them with a soft touch. I moaned louder, I lowered his face on one of my nipples. " Suck on it." I moaned.

He sucked it hard, making me feel pleasure, his tongue traced my nipple, licking it gently. He moved his head to the other and repeated the process. My pussy was wet and warm, I needed him to touch it. I needed him.

I stopped him and removed his shirt. His body was so skinny compared to mine. He had no chest hair, and no muscles; he was just a skinny teenager. But I didn't care about any of that; I cared about how he made me feel.

I leaned down and kissed him; his lips were soft and warm. I sucked on his lower lip and bit it. "I want you." I moaned. "I need you."

He looked at me perplexed. " What do you mean?" his ingenuity was adorable.

" I want you to finger me, I need it." I clarified.

" How do I do it?" he asked. He really didn't know, it was adorable how ingenuous he was.

I smiled, I would teach him how to touch a woman, it was going to be fun. I guided his fingers to my pussy, I could see the confusion on his face. " There are no holes there." he said. " Where do I put my fingers?" he asked.

He was so cute, it made me blush even more. " You have to touch my pussy with your fingers." I explained. " Start by caressing it, don't go in yet."

He did as I told him and started caressing my pussy. He was gentle but clumsy, it felt good but not enough to make me cum.

" That feels good," I moaned. " Now put one finger inside me."

He did it, it felt warm and nice. I wanted more. I moved my hips up and down, he gasped. " What are you doing?" he asked. His voice was full of lust.

" I'm riding your finger." I answered. " You have to move it in and out of me."

He did as I said and moved his finger in and out of me, it felt good, he was a quick learner. He kissed my boobies again, sucking on them. His fingers moved faster and harder. I moaned even louder.

 " Add another finger." I ordered.

He did it and moved them inside of me. I gasped and moaned loudly. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cum. " More, please." I begged.

He added another finger and moved it inside me. " That's it, that's good." I purred. I started moving my hips again, riding his fingers.

He kissed me, his mouth was warm and passionate. " Harder." I ordered.

His fingers moved harder and faster, it felt amazing. I came loudly, my body trembled and my pussy clenched his fingers. He removed them from inside me and looked at them, they were covered in my juices.

He smeared his fingers on his lips and connected them with mine,  he shared my taste. " It tastes good." he smiled.

I blushed and giggled. I pulled him closer to me and rested his head on my chest. " I love you so much." I whispered.

" I love you more." he murmured.

I held him in my arms and kissed the top of his head, his body was warm against mine. It felt amazing to be with him, it felt like home.

As I fell asleep, I realized that I could never love anyone else as much as I loved him. He was my everything, my little brother, the only member of the family left given the death of our parents.

The following morning was one of those Saturday mornings extremely lazy, we slept till late and then I woke up, and my brother was still sleeping.

" Wake up, we are late for breakfast." I told him. His eyes opened slowly, his hair was messy and his eyes were still sleepy. He yawned and stretched his body. " Five more minutes please." he asked.

" No, let's go,  we have to eat something." I said, and dragged him to the kitchen. I had on just my robe and no panties, he didn't have his shirt on. We ate some toast with coffee and milk, it was a light breakfast. We had nothing else to eat at home.

" Sana, we have to go shopping." he said. " We are running out of food."

I nodded, he was right. We didn't have much food at home, it was one of our problems. Our parents died when he was still a baby, I had to raise him on my own and work too. I sacrificed a lot for him and I loved him more than anything. I was proud to be his older sister.

" Let's go shopping then." I answered.

We went to the grocery store and bought the essential products for the days ahead. On our way back home we walked for Omotesando enjoying the nice temperature on our bodies.

He suddenly dead stopped in front of a Supreme shop, on the display window he saw some clothes he liked, he dragged me inside. I reluctantly followed him, not sure of what he wanted. 

Talking to the shop assistant he got a white hoodie with a red logo, it seemed to be too big for him so I questioned him. " Isn't it the wrong size for you?" 

" You are correct, but if we buy this size we can share the hoodie." he affirmed adorably. 

I melted at his cuteness, and of course I agreed to buy it for us. The clerk eyed me languidly, his gaze stopped on my tits and then moved to my waist, then to my thighs. I blushed when I noticed the way he looked at me, my brother didn't notice anything though.

The clerk signaled me to move closer to the cash desk, I did it while he kept eating me with his eyes. 

"Give me 10 minutes of your time, and that expensive hoodie is on the house," he boldly proposed.

I glared at him; his behaviour went from weird to worse. "How dare you!!" I scolded.

Hearing me raise my tone, my brother came to my side, sliding his right arm behind my waist; his fingers dug into my flesh.

"Excuse me, but she is mine, and I won't share her with anyone. Do you understand?" His voice was low. "Do you get me?" he insisted.

The clerk stepped back, surprised at the sudden change in my brother's behaviour. He looked at us and noticed our family resemblance; our eyes were the same shade of blue.

" I apologize, I didn't know you two are siblings." he said.

My brother moved his hand to my ass and squeezed it, it sent shivers down my spine and I felt my pussy clench. " You should pay more attention to what you're doing." he growled. 

The man nodded and rang the purchase. " Forgive me, let me gift you the hoodie for my behaviour." he offered. 

My brother grabbed the bag with the hoodie and took me away, from the shop. As soon as we stepped out he stopped me and turned to me. His eyes were wild with lust and anger, he pressed his lips on mine and kissed me. 

It was a rough kiss, different from the way he usually kissed me. His free hand went behind my neck pulling me closer to him. He bit my lower lip, I tasted blood on his tongue as our tongues tangled. 

He growled in frustration when he had to stop kissing me because we were in public, the sound sent shivers down my body. He held me by the waist and pushed me against a wall.

" What are you doing?" I gasped, he was being too aggressive with me.

" He looked at you like you were a piece of meat, I don't like that." he pouted. " I hate to see you being objectified, you are my sister and I love you."

His words made me melt and I started to giggle. " Are you jealous of me?" I teased. " Are you possessive over me?" 

He glared at me, he was serious and pouting. " Yes, I am." he answered. 

His answer made me smile. I hugged him and kissed his cheeks. " You are so cute." I murmured.

He pouted even more. " Don't make fun of me." he said, his voice full of innocence.

I kissed him softly, my tongue tracing the lines of his mouth, he opened it and let my tongue in, our tongues danced together.

" I am not making fun of you, you are just cute when you're jealous." I giggled.

He glared at me again, but he couldn't hide the smile forming on his lips. " Quit teasing me." he ordered.

I kissed him again. " I won't, I am not sorry for it." I giggled again.

He glared harder at me. " Stop." he said. His voice had a serious tone but his eyes were laughing. 

" I won't." I repeated.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. He pushed his hips against mine and made me feel his erection. " Why are you so devilish today?" he complained. 

" Because you are jealous, it turns me on." I giggled more. 

He pouted again and his hands went for my waist, pulling me into his arms. His lips trailed a wet path of peppering kisses along my neck, down to my collarbone.

I moaned loudly throwing my head back. His hands moved down my body until they stopped on my ass cheeks, he grabbed them firmly and squeezed.

He licked my neck slowly, moving his tongue up and down my throat. I moved my hands up his back and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. I moaned loudly as I felt his lips on my skin, burning and leaving me hot and sweaty.

" Oh god," I moaned, his touch was too much for me. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. " Take me home, I want more." I demanded. 

" You'll have to wait." he smirked.

I growled and pulled his lips back to mine, I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and nibbled at it. He hissed and pulled back, I saw blood on his lip where I bit him. 

" Oh, I'm sorry." I apologized, kissing the place where I bit.

 " You marked me as yours, it's okay." he giggled.

I blushed and kissed him again, his lips were so soft and warm. He was amazing, the best thing that ever happened to me, I was lucky to have him in my life.

Once we got home I led him into my bedroom and locked the door behind us. The cockiness he had shown on the street dissolved into thin air, his eyes stared down at the ground and he looked nervous.

I discarded my clothes on the spot, I stood in front of him completely naked, and my tits were jiggling a little with my breathing. His eyes snapped up to mine and his cheeks flushed. He gulped and moved to take off his shirt too. 

" Let me." I offered, I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, he was skinny but his abs were visible through the skin. I ran my fingers up his body and around his neck pulling him into a kiss. 

His lips were warm and soft, he had a unique taste that drove me crazy, I moaned into the kiss and sucked his tongue into my mouth.

" Sana." he moaned. His voice was deep and hoarse. He sounded desperate. 

" What?" I murmured against his lips. 

" Touch me, please." he pleaded.

I took my lips from his and stared at him, he looked desperate. I dropped to my knees and undid his pants, pulling them down. He kicked off his shoes and his pants. 

I licked his abs, making him groan in pleasure. His cock was rock hard, I licked it gently, my tongue flicked against the tip and he moaned louder.

" I'm gonna suck you so  hard you'll feel me everywhere." I growled against his skin.

He whimpered at my words. I licked the tip again and swirled my tongue around it before opening my mouth wide and swallowing his cock whole. 

"Fuck!" he cursed, removing a lock of my hair from my face and pushing it behind my ear.

I sucked his cock hard, my mouth moving up and down on him, my hands caressing his thighs. His moans were getting louder, his breathing heavy. He thrust his hips up and fucked my mouth slowly.

His hands tangled in my hair gently, he was acting like a true gentleman. I took his cock out of my mouth and licked it, then I moved my tongue up and licked his balls. He groaned and his breathing hitched.

" You are fantastic." he praised me. 

I bobbed my head on him again, taking him deep into my throat. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier, his moans were louder and louder. I felt him twitching inside my mouth, he was getting ready to cum.

I let him fuck my mouth hard, his hips moving fast and rough. " I'm cumming." he warned me. 

His warning wasn't enough, his cock twitched once, twice before spurting ropes of white jizz in my mouth. I swallowed all of it, cleaning his cock with my tongue.

He pulled me up into a hug and kissed me softly, his lips were warm and tasted like sex. I kissed him back with the same passion, his lips were too addictive. 

 I sucked his tongue into my mouth, making him moan softly.

" Now it's your turn." he murmured against my lips. He dropped to his knees in front of me and kissed my pussy gently, his tongue tracing my folds and flicking my clit. His fingers caressed my thighs and his hands moved up my body to my tits. 

He squeezed them gently and moaned softly. His mouth was getting more aggressive on my pussy, sucking harder and licking faster. I moaned loudly and started riding his face. He groaned and grabbed my ass cheeks to pull me harder against his face.

" More." I demanded, grabbing his head and pushing it harder into me.

He groaned louder and sucked harder, his tongue moving fast on my clit. I moaned again and started moving my hips against his face. I was so close, my orgasm was building inside me. He squeezed my tits harder, making me moan louder.

I came with a loud cry, my pussy clenched around his fingers and my body trembled. He licked me until he cleaned me completely.

He stood up and kissed me, we were both sweaty and hot. I tasted myself on his mouth, it made me want more. 

His lips were warm and perfect, I loved kissing him.

" I love you." he whispered against my lips.

" I love you too." I murmured back. 

His arms snaked around my waist and squeezed me closer to his chest. " Sana," he murmured. " You're so warm and comfortable."

I giggled and kissed his forehead. " You are sweet." I complimented him.

He blushed and hid his face in between my boobies, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I giggled more and ruffled his hair with my fingertips.

" Stop." he whined.

I chuckled more, it felt good to tease him. He peeked at me, his cheeks were still flushed. I pulled him in another kiss, he moaned softly and rested his head on my chest.

He put it on and wrapped his arms around my waist. " Sana." he whispered. 

" Yes baby." I answered. 

" Let me stay with you tonight." he pleaded, his voice was full of hope.

I smiled and kissed his lips softly. " My baby boyfriend has no other place to stay than besides me at night."  I cooed. 

His eyes lit up, and he grinned, his smile was so pure. I wrapped him in my arms and we cuddled together under the sheets, our bodies warm against each other. He snuggled closer to my chest and closed his eyes.

" I love you, Sana." he murmured with sleep already heavy in his eyes.

" I love more." I whispered back. I caressed his head with my fingertips until he fell asleep, his snores were soft and peaceful, the perfect lullaby to make me fall into my slumber. 

My baby woke up first, he tried to move without waking me up. He failed at his mission, my eyes snapped open and I smiled at him.

" Morning baby." he whispered, planting a kiss on my cheek.

" Good morning." I answered, caressing his cheek with my fingertips. " How did you sleep?"

His cheeks flushed with a soft pink colour, his eyes darted to the side, his hands playing with the edge of the sheet. " Good," he answered shyly. "Good."

I giggled, his reaction was cute. " It was really good." he repeated.

I nodded, I understood him. I got up and swung my legs over the bed, and as naked as I was born, walked to the wardrobe. " Come here." I called him. 

He got up and approached me, his body was warm against mine. " I'm going to wear the hoodie you bought for us yesterday." I told him.

" Are you?" he asked. His eyes brightened with excitement, a smile formed on his lips. He was so cute when he was happy. 

I put the hoodie on, it was oversized but I adored it nonetheless.  I looked back at him and smiled. " It's so comfy, baby."

He nodded in agreement. " It is," he said. " And you look cute in it."

I blushed at the compliment, it was nice to feel appreciated. " Thanks." I whispered, kissing his cheek softly. 

He blushed at my kiss and lowered his head in embarrassment. " Oh no, it's hot in here." he complained, fanning himself.

I laughed at him, he was so dramatic. " It's not that bad." I said, smiling at him.

He shook his head; his hair flew to the sides and covered his face. I giggled at the sight. "I'm going to let you finish," he murmured, heading back to his room.

I watched him leave; his ass was so round and cute, I wanted to bite it. "I'll see you later, baby." I called after him.

He turned and sent me a flying kiss . " See you, Sana."

I watched him enter his room and close the door behind him. I smiled, he was the best little brother ever, he deserved only the best.

I went to the kitchen to cook us some breakfast. The sun was shining in through the windows, it was going to be a beautiful day. I took a pan and some eggs from the fridge, I started cooking our meal while singing a happy tune. My mood was excellent, I had everything I dreamt of.

The pan emitted an unpleasant smell of burned eggs, my clumsy ass  had messed up the breakfast. " No, no, no." I complained.

I heard the door opening behind me. " What are you doing?" his voice asked me. 

I turned to look at him and smiled sheepishly. " Just cooking." I answered.

His face scrunched up in disgust. " What did you do?" he asked, covering his nose with his hand. 

" I burnt the eggs." I admitted, pouting at him.

He moved closer to me and took the pan out of my hands. " As honoured as I am to have you cooking for us, I beg of you to spare my taste buds."

I pouted at his words. " I am not that bad."

He discarded the burned breakfast into the sink before burring himself into myself. " Your cooking skills are terrible but all the rest is top tier." he praised.

I giggled at his words, he was such a good liar. " Thanks, baby." I thanked him.

He pulled my face down, his hands cupped my  cheeks and pulled me into a kiss. His lips moved slow and sweet over mine, he tasted like mint and morning.

" You taste good." I whispered against his lips.

He chuckled and kissed me again. " So do you."

I pulled back from him and looked at the mess I made. " I am really sorry." I apologized. " I made a mess."

He waved his hand in dismissal. " Don't worry about it, we'll eat something else." he stated. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to his chest. His body was warm against mine, his scent was so good, a mix of shampoo and male.

I leaned into him, feeling safe and happy. His lips kissed the top of my head, he held me in his arms for a while.

" Let me take care of the breakfast." he bit my lower lip and licked my upper one. " I want you to relax."

I nodded, my lips tingling with his kiss. He pulled away and started washing the dishes, he cleaned up the mess I made and cooked a new meal.

I watched him, his movements were smooth and fluid, his muscles moving underneath his skin. His hair was messy and his cheeks were red from the heat of the kitchen. He was wearing one of my jumpers, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the hem was falling to his hips. He looked so cute.

He felt my eyes on him and turned to look at me. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. " Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.

I blushed at being caught staring. " Like what?" I denied. 

He raised an eyebrow, he was calling me out. " Like I am the best thing you ever seen."

I giggled nervously, my cheeks flushing red. " Maybe you are." I admitted.

He chuckled and winked at me. " Then we have something in common." he teased, turning back to finish cooking.

I watched him as he expertly cooked a plate of eggs and bacon, he added a slice of toast and some milk too. He served the plate and sat next to me on the kitchen table.

" Breakfast is ready." he announced.

I took the fork and tasted a piece of bacon, it was cooked to perfection. " Mmm, it tastes amazing." I praised him. 

We ate our breakfast in comfortable silence, our knees touching each other underneath the table. The only sound was the clinking of silverware on the plate.

Once we finished, I got up to wash the dishes, he stayed behind me to dry them. I felt his eyes on my back, my spine tingling with awareness. His hand landed on my waist, making me jump in surprise. 

I looked at him over my shoulder, his eyes were twinkling with amusement. " You scared me." I complained, hitting his chest with my hand.

He laughed at my reaction, his hand caressing my waist. "Sorry, Sha," he apologised, kissing my cheek softly.

I nodded and turned back to wash the rest of the dishes. He moved closer to me, his front pressing against my back. His hands snaked around my hips and held me tighter to himself. I gasped at his touch, his erection digging into my ass crack.

"You know I want you so badly," he purred against my ear. "It takes all my strength not to bend you over this counter and fuck you into oblivion."

I shivered at his words; they made me feel so alive. I could feel the heat from his body; he felt like a furnace behind me. He licked my ear and nibbled on it; I gasped at the sensation. His hands slid under my hoodie and caressed my thighs.

"Sana," he panted. "Tell me to stop, please."

I shook my head, my lips curling up into a smirk. "I want it." I moaned.

He growled and turned me around, his mouth attacking mine, our tongues tangling together. I took charge of the operation, hoisting him on my arms and driving us towards his bedroom.

 I threw him on the bed and jumped on top of him, straddling him. His eyes were dark with lust, his cock was rock hard.

"Sana," he groaned. "Be gentle."

I laughed at his words. He knew what I was capable of and how rough I could be. My hands moved to his shorts and undid them, his cock springing free. It was perfect, a sight to behold, his skin red with arousal.

" Who does it belong to?" I asked him. 

He looked at me innocently, his blue eyes sparkling. " To you." he answered.

I giggled at him and leaned down to lick his cockhead. " Exactly. It belongs to me." I stated.

I took him into my mouth, swallowing him deep into my throat. He gasped at the feeling. 

I sucked him hard and rough, he groaned in pleasure. His hands cupped the back of my head and guided me. 

I moaned around his dick, he tasted good, salty and male. I licked him all over, making him twitch in pleasure. 

" Sana, stop." he whined. " Or I'll cum in your mouth."

I ignored him sucking his shaft with all my love for him, my hands stroking his balls. 

" I'm going to make you cum everywhere today, cutie pie." I warned him. " I'll deflower you."

His eyes beamed with lust. " Does it mean that..."

I cut him off. " Just trust me, and enjoy the process." 

I kept blowing him for a few more minutes before having him quivering under my ministration, his seed coated my throat. My tongue cleaned him from the leftovers before swallowing it down.

He was still panting when I sat up on the bed next to him, my smile beamed at his spent expression. 

" Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

He nodded slowly, still catching his breath. " It was good, it was amazing." he gasped.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, my tongue sweeping over his mouth. He moaned softly under me and deepened the kiss. 

We devoured each other like there was no tomorrow, with an impish smile I pulled away and pinned him down on the mattress.

" Guess what is going to happen next?" I questioned straddling him. 

His breathing hitched and he paled, he knew what was coming for him. He tried to struggle but I kept him in place.

" Please don't." he begged.

I licked my lips and gave him a cruel smile. " Too late for that."

He whined at my answer. " Not again." 

My hands moved under him and grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them wide. 

I leaned down and licked his hole slowly, he tensed up in fear. My tongue danced circles around his rim, making him relax.

" This isn't so bad, right?" I teased. 

His body started relaxing under me, I knew I had to take advantage of the moment. I moved my head in between his legs and spread them wide, his ass crack was so inviting, his hole still untouched by anyone.

My tongue licked it gently, making him moan loudly. " You are so good." he complimented me.

I giggled and licked him again, my tongue dancing circles around his rim. I added a little more pressure, making him groan. I could hear his breathing getting heavy, his hips were moving up and down.

" More," he begged. His voice was deep and hoarse.

I added a little more pressure until I slipped my tongue inside him, he gasped at the intrusion. I sucked it inside and out of him, making him moan louder. 

" Oh god." he cried out.

My finger joined my tongue, stretching his rim, he hissed at the new sensation. " Relaxed, baby." I soothed.

My finger moved deeper into his hole, he gasped loudly. I licked his rim with my tongue, my mouth sucking it inside him. My finger moved inside of him deeper and deeper, he groaned loudly.

" Oh fuck." he cursed, his hips moving up and down. 

My finger moved faster and harder, stretching him wider, he groaned louder.

" More, please." he begged, his eyes closed in pleasure.

I licked his rim one last time and removed my finger from inside him, leaving him empty and wanting more. 

He paled at the sudden loss of the intrusion and whimpered. "I need it," he pouted.

I giggled; he was so needy and cute. My lips moved to kiss his scrotum before going back against his rim.

My hand wrapped around his shaft, while my tongue darted in and out of his hole. He groaned louder at the sensation, my hand moving faster and faster.

"Shit, I'm cumming," he warned me.

I licked him faster and sucked harder, his cock twitching in my grip. (My hand moved faster until he came with a loud cry, his cum covering my hand.)

I licked him until he softened completely; he lay down on the bed panting hard, his eyes still closed.

I crawled up his body and rested my head on his chest; he opened his arms and welcomed me in a hug. He kissed my forehead and smiled lazily.

"That was amazing," he praised me.

I giggled, my cheeks flushing with pride. "Did you like it?" I asked.

"Everything you do is to my liking, but your cooking," he teased.

"You are going to pay for your attitude." I smirked, crawling up on his body.

I set my pussy above his face and lowered myself down. "Eat me out, like the good boy you are." I ordered.

He moaned softly and grabbed my ass cheeks; he started licking my pussy. His tongue was so soft and gentle that he licked me with ease.

I moaned loudly, my body shaking with pleasure. "Harder," I demanded.

His tongue moved faster on me, making me moan even louder. His hands squeezed my ass harder, making me feel his nails. He sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it, making me shake even more.

" I am going to cum." I warned him.

He licked me harder and sucked stronger, his moans echoing mine. I came with a loud scream, my body trembling like an earthquake. I fell down on him, extremely aroused. 

I rolled on my back, my legs parted wide open. " Baby is your time to shine." I encouraged him. " I need you so bad." 

He moved over me, his eyes were showing hesitation. " Sana, I don't want to disappoint you. I might cumming in seconds." he noted. 

I giggled, I loved his honesty. " Don't worry, baby, I want to see you lose your control." I promised him.

He nodded and positioned himself over me, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. His cock brushed my pussy, making me shiver.

" You're so wet." he groaned.

" Take it." I whispered in his ear. 

He entered me slowly, his eyes fixed on mine. His lips pressed on mine softly, our mouths breathing together. My hands caressed his back and pulled him closer to me. His hips moved slowly, his cock thrusting into me.

" Sana." he moaned, his voice hoarse with lust.

His hands cupped my boobies, squeezing them softly. His mouth went down to my neck and kissed it, his tongue tracing circles on my skin. My hips moved up and down, his cock filling me up. 

His lips moved up to mine and kissed me deeply, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. He started moving faster, his cock thrusting harder and faster into me.

My hands grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling him deeper into me. His moans echoed mine, his breathing heavy.

" I'm getting close." he warned me. His voice sounded strained with lust.

I moved my hips up and down, making him fuck me harder. His lips were soft against mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling on it.

" Bear with me, cutie pie." I panted. " Pull out and cool off for a moment, you still have a long way to go tonight."

Whining he withdrew his length,  leaving me empty and wanting. 

" You are a very demanding lover." he complained, his face red and his breathing heavy. 

I smirked, I loved it when he was like that, all wild and possessive. My digits played with my clit, his eyes were blazing in lust.

" Cutie pie, can you pound me harder?" I teased him in a childish voice.

He probed  my entrance with his cock, his eyes begging to be let in. " Please." he asked.

My fingers spread my folds for him, and he slid into me, his groan filled the air. He started thrusting into me hard and fast, his body moving wildly on me. My legs wrapped around him tighter and my nails dug into his back. 

" Oh god," he cursed. " You feel so good."

I moaned loudly and moved my hips under him, encouraging him to go harder. 

His lips were hot and wet against my skin, kissing me in every place of my body. His hands moved up my body until they reached my neck, he cupped my face in his palms and kissed me passionately. 

My clit  was throbbing with pleasure, his thrusts were getting harder and wilder. I was so close to cumming. 

" Harder." I demanded.

" So greedy." he groaned.

" Just give it to me." I growled, my teeth sinking into his shoulder.

He gasped in pain and moved faster, he was getting close as well. 

" You are making me cum." I cried out. My pussy clenched around him and my body trembled. 

" Good Sana, make me feel how much  you want me." he groaned.

I came loudly, my pussy pulsing around him. A flood of juice leaked out of my pussy and soaked the sheets. 

His dick moved with ease, squelching sounds filled the room. " So god damn wet, you are squeezing  me so good." he groaned, his eyes closed in bliss. 

I came down from my high and stared at him, he looked so handsome and lost in pleasure. 

He opened his eyes and stared at me, his smile so wide. " That was fucking amazing." he praised.

I giggled at his words; his dirty mouth was so hot. His cock twitched inside me, and he started moving again.

"I don't know how much I can handle." I whined, my pussy was sore and swollen. 

"You will handle whatever I want," he growled. "Because you're my good little slut and you want me."

My cheeks flushed red at his words, and I nodded. "The lust made you more cocky." I opined.

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. His lips brushed my skin again, kissing it slowly. He whispered in my ear, making me shiver. "Do not worry; I'm almost there," he promised.

"I want to ride you." I affirmed. "Let me be the one to finish you off."

He nodded and lay on his back, pulling me on top of him. I straddled him and guided his cock inside me; it was still hard and thick.

I rode him with all my strength, bouncing up and down on him. His eyes closed in bliss, and his hips thrust up and into me.

"That's it; ride me good," he ordered. "Make me cum."

I nodded and rode him faster, my tits bouncing up and down, my hair flying in every direction. His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them. He pinched my nipples and made me moan louder.

I was getting close too, my pussy clenched around his cock. I could see the lust burning in his eyes, his fingers moved from my nipples to my clit.

He rubbed it with vigour, making me lose it. I quivered on top of him, my cunt squirted again drenching him. My climax triggered his.

" Sana, I'm cumming." he moaned. 

" Fill me up." I shouted. 

He started fucking me harder, his hips thrusting into me like a wild beast. His moans got louder, his breathing heavier. His cum filled my pussy, spilling out of it and coating us. 

We collapsed on the bed exhausted, our bodies trembling with pleasure. I fell on top of him and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight to his chest. 

He kissed my hair softly and whispered. " I love you." 

I smiled and kissed his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my lips. " I love you too." I replied.

His fingers tangled in my hair, caressing the strands. " You smell, get a shower." he suggested me. 

I got off of him. " Care to follow me?" I swung my hips languidly.

He shook his head and rested on the bed. I proceeded into the bathroom running the tub, I took my time nursing my aches. His touches and kisses still lingered on my skin, it felt good to feel his presence on me.

I finished cleaning myself and went back to the bedroom, he was with my phone in hands. " What are you doing?" I questioned getting closer to him.

" It chimed nonstop, someone bombarded you with messages." he explained glaring at me. " I had to check it." 

He turned the screen to me and I froze. 

There was displayed, a photo of me and my ex Mark, taken while having sex. Our relationship was going strong, we seemed meant to be. After the fatality occurred to my parents, I had to take care of my little brother but Mark didn't handle the situation well and I broke up with him. Even if we never had a proper closure. 

" I've been missing making you scream my name." my baby read one of the messages. " Fucking you into oblivion for hours." 

The messages kept on the same line, Mark complaining about how much he missed me and how horny he was for me. 

My cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, it was so mortifying. The voice of my baby was stained. 

" I'll get you back." those were the last words typed in the messages. 

My baby put back my phone on my bedside table. " How come you still have his phone number?" he questioned standing up.  

I shrugged at him. " He was part of my life for two years, I couldn't just delete him and forget about him." 

I watched him, his face was twisted with pain. " So sweet of you." his voice full of sarcasm. " You must be buzzing now that he is coming to get you back."

He collected his clothes from the floor and walked out, the door of his room slammed shut making me jump. 

I remained alone for a few minutes, my mind drifting to Mark's words. The thought of him longing for me made me feel appreciated. 

I  vividly remembered him, the way he used to ravage my body, making me scream in pleasure. 

My pussy clenched at the memories, it was missing him. 

I couldn't help myself and sat on the bed to text him back. " What makes you hit me up after two years?" 

Instead of sending me a message he called me immediately.  " Hi babe." he greeted me. His voice was so familiar and warm.

" Hi." I answered.

" Are you free to meet up?" he asked me, not wasting any time.

I bit my lip, my mind torn in two. My baby was already mad at me and this would definitely trigger his jealousy. At the same time, my desire to see my ex again was too strong. 

" I am not sure." I hedged. " I have plans for tonight."

He laughed at my words. " Plans?" he repeated. " With your new boyfriend?"

My cheeks flushed red at being caught, he sounded so mad. " Let him out of this." I growled at him. 

" Then you're free." he stated.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. " Mark, why are you doing this? I broke up with you two years ago, you should be over me by now." 

He chuckled. " Can't you see?" his voice sounded so confident. " I do not care about the past, let's just enjoy the night." he offered. 

His words sounded tempting. " I'll take you home before dawn, your not so called boyfriend will be none the wiser." he promised. 

I nodded, my decision already made. " Okay." 

" I'll be waiting at your door in thirty minutes." he said before hanging up. 

I went to my wardrobe and put on a black top with a matching pair of shorts.  I checked myself in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed red and my hair was messy. I ran my hands through my locks to comb them and put on my heels. 

I left the room and found my baby on the kitchen, eating a plate of eggs. His head snapped up when I walked in and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

" Where are you going?" he asked me.

I chewed on my lip. "Out."

He frowned at my answer. "As expected, I don't even have to ask you with whom."

He shoved the leftovers of his food into the rubbish with contempt; the plate and the cutlery flew onto the sink.

He ran towards his room, while the horn of my ex's car beeped in the distance.

He stopped and turned to me. "Go, don't make him wait." His voice was full of disdain for me.

I observed him with pain, I could see how hurt he was. " I'm just going out, nothing more." I explained.

He scoffed. " Save it for Mark, I don't give a flying fuck to your excuses."

I shook my head. " No, you're wrong, I don't plan anything with him." I assured him.

His eyes were showing his frustration. " Like I do believe you." he turned his back to me and proceeded to his room.

Mark 's car honked again and I walked to the door. I grabbed my jacket and my bag and went outside to join him. I left my baby all alone in the house, I could see his face on the window of his room, he was staring at us with a sad expression. 

I sighed and sat in the car, it was going to be a long night. Mark leaned over to kiss me, his mouth hot against mine. My body trembled at the sensation and I moaned softly. His hand caressed my thigh, squeezing my flesh. 

" What did you tell to your boyfriend to convince him to let you come?" he questioned. 

" Mind  your own business." I scolded him, slapping his hand away.

He chuckled at my reaction. " Fine, we can have fun without talking about your new toy."

We reached a private club, he held my hand to guide me inside. We passed through the crowd and we reached the VIP section of the club. It was packed with people, the music was so loud that made my ears ring. 

Mark led me to the bar and ordered us a drink. " Have fun." he shouted against my ear.

I smiled at him, taking a sip from my cocktail. He had got more handsome with the years, his hair was styled to perfection and his beard was well trimmed. His abs were defined, his muscles toned. He was wearing a shirt that showcased his arms perfectly. 

I took another sip from my drink, it burned my throat going down. I felt Mark's lips on my ear. " Want to dance?" 

I nodded and followed him to the dance floor. The music was loud and the lights flashed so fast, it made me dizzy. The smell of smoke and booze filled the air, everyone around us was drinking and having fun.

Mark danced closer to me, his hand resting on my hip. I let him pull me closer and his other arm snaked around my waist. 

We danced for a while, our bodies rubbing together. The alcohol was lowering my inhibitions, making me feel lighter and more free. 

The lights flashed to a darker light and the music got slower, and a sensual song played.

Mark leaned into my neck and bit the flesh, making me groan. His hand went up my shorts and he fingered me, making me wet. He took out his fingers and sucked them clean, moaning softly. 

"You still taste delicious." he praised.

I gasped at his words, they made me feel so wanted. His lips moved to mine and kissed me hard, his tongue tangling with mine.

" I still want you." he confessed. " My cock is aching to split you in half, you know what I can do."

I moaned louder, my body responding to his words. His lips sucked my neck, leaving a hickey on my flesh. 

The image of my cute pie crossed my mind, my baby, with his pure eyes and cute smile. I shook my head. " Stop it." 

Mark growled in frustration. " Come on." he guided me out into the club car park.

Mark pulled me against him and kissed me roughly, his hands undid my shorts. I felt his cock hardening against me and I moaned in pleasure. His finger slipped inside my pussy and he fingered it hard, making me quiver. His lips left my mouth and sucked my neck.

" Let me fuck you." he whispered in my ear. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine.

I shook my head, my hands pushing him away. " Stop." I warned him.

His face fell in disappointment. " Alright, just let give you my last present." 

His teeth sunk into my neck again, his tongue licking my skin. " Good luck with him when he will see you marked." he mused.  

I pushed him away annoyed by his antics. " Drive me home, idiot."  I ordered him. 

He smirked and helped me get in the car.  His hand brushed against my thigh while driving, his touch sending shivers to my pussy. 

The drive home was quiet, I could feel the tension in the air. I sighed when we arrived at my house, thanking him for the ride.

He leaned over and kissed me goodbye. " Goodbye, babe."

I reciprocated the kiss. " It's a farewell, do not contact me again."

He smiled at me and nodded. " I am sorry about your boyfriend." he mocked. 

I shook my head and got out of the car, slamming the door behind me. I watched him leave, before entering my house.

The house was quiet and dark, I flicked the light on and went to my room. 

I entered my room and put my heels down on the floor. My lips were swollen from Mark's kisses, my pussy ached from his touch. I slipped under the cover and closed my eyes, the memories of the night flashed on my mind.

" You come back at dawn and don't you even care to check on me." my cutie pie stated leaning on the door frame of my room. " Did you have a good time, Sana?" 

He was wearing my t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. His hair was messy and his eyes were red from sleep deprivation. 

I frowned at his words. " I just got back, I haven't done anything wrong."

He got closer to me, removing the sheets from my body. " Your shorts were undone." he accused me, his finger pointed to my groin.

I shrugged, feeling embarrassed. " It's not what you think." 

He trailed his fingers on my neck. " He gave you a bunch of hickeys, very proud of you." his voice bitter as hell. 

" Do not make fun of me, I'm still your girlfriend after all." I countered.  

He jumped on the bed and pulled down my shorts, his nose buried between my legs. " You still have your addictive smell." he whispered against my skin.

His lips sucked on my pussy lips, making me moan softly. His tongue slipped inside me, making my hips jolt up. His fingers played with my clit, teasing it mercilessly. 

" Cutie pie." I panted.

His head peeked out from in between my legs and he grinned at me. " Yes, Sha?" he answered. 

I  bit my lip, trying to find the right words. " I'm sorry, it won't happen again." 

He snorted. " I'm sure of that."  his lips brushed my inner thigh. " You came back to me and that's  all that matters." 

My fingers played with his hair. " You're mine, my own boyfriend." I cooed. 

His face beamed at my words and he crawled up my body. He settled between my legs, his cock already hard. 

" So let me show you how much I missed you." he kissed me.

His lips moved sweet against mine, his hands cupping my breast. His cock rubbed my clit, making me moan in pleasure. He kissed my neck and licked it. 

I bit his ear and sucked it into my mouth. His hands gripped my ass cheeks and he lifted me up, entering me with ease. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my pussy stretching around his length. He thrust into me hard and fast, my body moving to meet his rhythm. 

I licked his earlobe and sucked it, he moaned loudly. His hands moved up my body until they reached my neck, cupping it gently. He kissed me again and again.

His mouth moved down to suck my breast, his lips and tongue teasing my nipple. My hips moved up and down, his cock filling me up. 

He groaned in pleasure, his hips thrusting faster and harder. My pussy clenched around him, his body was rubbing against mine.

" You feel so good." he complimented me. " So tight." 

His hands squeezed my boobies, his lips kissed my skin. My body shivered at the feeling, he knew all my pleasure points. He nibbled on my shoulder and sucked the skin, marking me. He moved down my body and licked my belly button, his tongue making my muscles tremble. 

" Brace yourself." he warned me. " Time to get rough."

He let me fall on the mattress and guided my legs over his shoulder. He entered me again, fucking me hard. His cock hitting my cervix, making me moan louder.

" So good." I praised him. " Don't stop."

He groaned and fucked me faster. " You are so greedy." he complained.

" I'm your greedy little slut." I agreed with him. " Now fuck me harder."

He growled and slammed his dick into me, his balls slapped my ass. I could feel his pubes brushing against mine.

I moved my hands down his body until I reached his shaft. I caressed it and cupped his balls. He moaned loudly and fucked me harder.

His hand went down my stomach until he reached my clit. He rubbed it with vigour. " You are making me cum." I arched my back.

My walls clamped around him, I squirted all over him. My legs trembled, my body feeling boneless. 

He let my legs go around his waist, his dick still hard inside me. His eyes were blazing with lust, he was so handsome. 

" How should I fuck you now?" he asked pumping into me lazily. 

" You're in charge, baby." I conceded.

His smiled and leaned down. " These boobies demand a bit of love." his tongue lapped around the areola, making me shiver. He bit the nipple gently and sucked on it. My hands caressed his hair, my hips moving up and down. He moved to the other boob and treated it with the same attention, my moans echoed in the room. 

He sat up on his knees and grabbed my legs, he pulled them wide apart. His cock thrust into me so easily, his hips moving faster and faster.

I moaned loudly at the feeling, my nails digging into his skin. His hand grabbed my neck, holding me in place. I bit my lip at the roughness of his touch, his cock slamming into me.

" You want more?" he asked grinning at me.

I nodded eagerly, I needed it so badly. " Cum for me, princess." he rubbed my clit with passion. 

I wailed loudly at his words and came all over him, my body trembling like an earthquake. My walls clenched around his cock, his hips pistoning in and out of me. He fucked me through my orgasm making me see the stars. 

His movement slowed down, he leaned on my body kissing my lips tenderly. " You are so gorgeous." he whispered.

I hugged him tightly. " You are not so bad yourself, cutie pie." 

He licked my earlobe making me tremble again. " You know I love you." he admitted. 

My hands caressed his back and I kissed his hair. " I love you too." I replied. " Just remember it." 

He pulled out of me and admired my body. " Enough with the vanilla love, you gotta make me cum." he claimed jerking off his shaft.

I watched him with excitement. "Make me feel like a dirty slut," I begged.

He laughed and positioned himself between my legs. His cockhead was already leaking; he rubbed it against my rim.

" Get inside, you bastard." I complained, my pussy clenching in need. 

He chuckled and smacked my ass. " Shut up and be a good girl." he ordered. " You'll get it when I want you to." 

He continued teasing my rim with his cock head, making me squirm. My hands slapped the bed in frustration, I wanted him so bad.

" Fuck it, do it." I complained.

He finally slid inside me, my breath caught in my throat. I gasped in pleasure and my pussy clenched around him.

" You like it?" he questioned, his lips kissing my neck. 

I moaned and nodded, my body trembling in pleasure. I licked his neck and sucked the skin. He groaned at my touch. His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them roughly.

His lips kissed me again, our tongues dancing together. His hips moved faster, his cock thrusting harder and harder into me. My legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him deeper into me. 

He bit my shoulder making me whine in pleasure. " Such a good little slut." he praised me.

I giggled and moved my hips up and down. " Yours, all yours." I promised. 

He nodded at my words, and with a twist he made me land on top of him.  He slapped my ass hard. " Get to work." he demanded.

I frowned at him. " What do you want?" 

He smacked my ass again. " You got two choices, but I'm going to make it simple for you. Ride me like you mean it." he explained. 

I giggled at his choice and complied. I bounced on his cock with all my strength, his moans echoing mine. He watched me with lust in his eyes, his hands cupped my breasts.

I bit my lip and continued riding him, his cock sliding into me. His hand spanked my ass, making me move faster. My fingers played with my nipples, pinching them and making me moan.

He groaned louder and grabbed my waist, helping me ride him. His breathing got heavier and his moans louder.

" How close are you?" I asked.

He squeezed my ass cheek harder. " In this position the view is too awesome to stop it." 

I chuckled and licked my lips. " Is there something I can do to help you?"

He shook his head, his eyes were still focused on my movements. " You're good, baby, keep it up." 

I bounced on him harder, making him moan even louder. I pinched my nipples and made myself cum.

" That is new." he commented. 

His hands held me down on his body, caging me in. My tits rubbed against his chest, his cock pounding me from beneath. 

I squealed at the new feeling, my lips sucked his neck into my mouth. " Baby, please." I begged.

His hand spanked my ass hard, making me squeal louder. " You want me to cum?" he questioned me. 

I nodded, my body begging for it. His lips brushed mine and his tongue slipped inside, making me moan. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled it. The friction between my clit and his pubes made me feel the orgasm building. 

" Baby, I'm coming." I warned.

His lips left mine and he kissed my forehead. " Make it all more slippery for me."  

I nodded and came all over his cock. A puddle of juice leaked out of my pussy and dripped down on his balls. 

He moaned at the feeling and moved faster into me. " That feels so good, my cock is covered in your cream." he praised. " Good girl, keep cumming for me."

His hand grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, his eyes blazed with lust. " Make out with me, while I 'm cumming." he ordered.

I nodded and kissed him roughly. His tongue slipped into my mouth, making me moan loudly. His cock twitched inside me and his hot cum filled me up. He continued to move his hips and make me feel him deeper. 

His cum dripped out of my pussy and down his balls. My body felt so spent, but I still felt the need to be filled up.

" More." I demanded.

He smiled and nodded. He rolled me on my back and moved between my legs, he started fucking me again. His dick was so soft and warm inside me.

I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy, making it so slippery. His cock slid into me easily, with no effort. 

I bit my lip and moaned louder, my orgasm building again. My hands squeezed his ass cheeks making him thrust harder into me.

He licked my neck and kissed it, his lips sucking the skin into his mouth. I squealed loudly and came, my pussy clamping around his cock.

He continued pumping into me with utter desperation to please me. " I'm cumming again." he groaned. 

His cock twitched inside me again and his cum leaked out of my pussy. I moaned in delight at the feeling of being so full. 

His lips left my neck and he kissed me, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. His hands cupped my boobies and squeezed them softly. He made me feel loved and cherished.

" Princess." he whispered into my mouth.

His words were so sweet; he called me like that when I was being a good girl for him. I nodded, and he slipped out of me, his cum dripping down his shaft.

His finger caressed my stomach, the liquid dripping on my skin. I gasped at his touch, my body still trembling. His lips kissed my belly button and licked the cum off my skin.

He cleaned my stomach completely and lay down next to me, his arms wrapping around my body. My head rested on his shoulder, and his lips kissed my hair.

The sun was beaming through the curtains, a sunny day awaited us. I cuddled closer to his body and closed my eyes.

" I do not have the energy to stand up and closed those damn  curtains." I complained. 

He chuckled at my words and pulled me closer. " Sleep, I'll take care of it later."

I nodded and closed my eyes. My mind drifted to the events of last night, my body aching in all the right places. 

" I'm sorry again for what happened last night." I apologized again.

He kissed my hair. " It's okay, I forgave you." he reassured me.

I bit my lip. " What if I will do it again?" I asked him, making him smile.

" My girl would never make the same error again." he laughed, and my hand caressed his chest.

 I sucked his nipple, swirling my tongue around it. " How did you know that?" I questioned, my teeth nibbling on his skin. 

He gasped and his hand grabbed the back of my head, guiding me to suck his nipple properly. " Because you're my good little princess." 

I giggled and kissed his neck, I felt so happy. I was happy that he forgave me and that he wanted me so bad. I closed my eyes and continued to kiss him, his heart beating so fast against my lips.

His hands cupped my ass cheeks, pulling me closer to him. I licked his lips and he smiled at me, his tongue tangling with mine. 

" My princess." he whispered. His voice sounded so happy. " Sleep now." he guided my head to his chest.

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. His heart beat against my ear, his chest moving up and down while breathing. He was so warm and soft, I loved being in his arms. 

My eyes were closing, my mind drifting away. I felt his hand caress my back, making me feel so safe. 

" I love you, baby." I murmured.

" I love you too, princess." his voice sounded sleepy. " Sleep tight."

I smiled and closed my eyes completely, the darkness took me. His arms tightened around me, holding me closer to him.

His cum dried up on my belly and my pussy was sore. My limbs felt heavy, my muscles were tired. I needed rest and my cutie pie was giving it to me.

I had no clue how much I slept, I could only notice that my baby had cleaned my up the best he could without waking me up. His cum was still leaking out of me but he did a good job.

I could feel him looking at me, I opened my eyes and found him sitting on the bed with his phone in hand. His face was pure adoration for me,  he was so happy to see me awake.

" How are you feeling?" he asked, his hand caressing my hair. His touch sent shivers down my spine.

I licked my dry lips. " Thirsty." 

He nodded and stood up. " I'll get you water, I have already cooked something for lunch." he informed me. 

I smiled at his words. " Thank you." 

He nodded and left the room. I stood up and went to the bathroom to clean myself properly. I felt sticky and dirty, my pussy needed a good cleaning.

I returned to the room and found him with a tray of food in his hand. I blushed at him being so nice, he put the tray on the bedside table.

" I hope you like it." he said, his face showing his nervousness.

I looked at the dish and found it to be beans on toast and a cup of tea. ( A/N: aware she hates beans.) 

I indulged him and smiled at him. " Looks delicious."

He grinned at my words. " Great." he pulled the chair and sat in front of me.

I started eating the dish, it was not so bad as I imagined. The beans were not mushy and the toast was still crispy. My baby had done a great job. I drank from my cup and looked at him with appreciation.

" This is yummy." I praised.

His face beamed at my words, he looked so proud. His hand caressed my thigh softly, making me blush. 

I finished my meal and put the plate on the tray. I took a sip of my tea, looking at him from beneath my lashes.

" What do you want to do?" I asked. " We can watch a movie." 

He smirked at my words and his hand cupped my pussy. " This is the best movie for me."

I squealed at his touch and he pulled my panties down, revealing my pussy. He leaned over and licked it slowly, his tongue making me quiver.

" Cutie pie." I gasped. " I feel too sore." 

He kissed my inner thigh softly and looked at me. " I won't touch your folds, just let me workship your magnificent legs." he purred. " Let me kiss these soft thighs, your cutie pie needs something to lick."

His lips trailed kisses all over my thighs, his teeth nibbling the skin. My pussy clenched at his words, it was so hot. " Do it." I conceded.  

His lips moved down my body until they reached my thigh; he sucked the skin into his mouth and licked it. I squealed at the feeling.

He did the same on the other thigh, and I moaned louder. My nails dug into the sheets, my body shivering with pleasure.

I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying his ministrations. His fingers caressed my kneecaps softly, and I shuddered at the feeling. His mouth licked my ankle, and I giggled at the ticklishness.

He pulled my foot closer to his face and licked my toes. His hands squeezed my calf, and I squealed at his roughness. I tried to pull away, but he held me tight.

"Stay still," he admonished me. "Or you will have to take punishment."

His words made me shiver, I loved his dirty talk. I nodded at him and let him continue his workship of my body.

His lips brushed my instep, making me giggle. His teeth nibbled my toe and he sucked it into his mouth.

" You are so ticklish." he stated. 

I laughed and nodded, I could not deny the truth. He chuckled at me and continued his ministrations, making me feel cherished and loved. 

His mouth trailed kisses up my body until he reached my lips and kissed me. I moaned at his taste and wrapped my arms around him.

His hand cupped my boob and squeezed it roughly. " Do you want more?" he asked.

I nodded and moaned into his mouth, his tongue swirled with mine. His finger pinched my nipple making me groan loudly. 

I moved my hands down his body until I reached his cock and jerked it off. It was already hard, his moan echoed mine. His lips sucked my neck and his hand squeezed my ass cheeks.

" Princess, squeeze your thighs together for me to penetrate them." he whispered.  

I giggled at his words, he was so filthy. I turned on my side, with him behind me sat on his knees. 

His spat on his dick and slid  it between my thigh, making me shudder. His groan echoed mine, his hand claimed my hip and he thrust into me harder. 

His hips moved faster and faster into me, making me pant. My thighs were trembling at the force of his thrusts. His hot breath blew against my skin and I shivered with pleasure. 

" That's it, take it." he praised me. " Be a good little girl." 

His hand caressed my stomach and kneaded both my tits, making me squeal. 

" You are such a good girl for me." he murmured. " Your little legs are so soft." 

" Never thought someone could enjoy  fucking my thighs." I panted.

" I adore every single atom of your body." he stated bluntly. " Every inch of you is so perfect." 

His thrust became harder and his breathing faster. I felt his cock twitching between my thighs.

" You are making me cum." he whispered against my neck.

I squealed and moaned at his words. His hips pistoned into me faster and faster, I was so close to coming.

" Cum on my thighs." I begged. 

He groaned loudly and came between my legs. I felt his cum dripping down my pussy and I clenched around it, trying to keep it inside.

I felt so satisfied by him, he was so good to me. His lips sucked my shoulder, making me tremble. His arm wrapped around me and held me close to him.

" I gotta wash you up again." he laughed.

" It's your duty." I smiled back. " But not sex for the next day, please."

" Can we at least make out?" he asked innocently.  " A bit of kissing, nothing more." 

I chuckled at his words, his eyes were so cute. I leaned back and kissed him, his tongue slipped into my mouth. 

He licked me with passion, making me melt into his arms. My hands played with his hair, caressing it softly. 

He pulled away and looked at me with love. " I do love you." he confessed.

" I love you too." I replied smiling at him. 

His lips kissed my forehead and he stood up, he walked into the bathroom and ran the tub. " Need support to walk or can you handle it?" he questioned from the ensuite.  

I rolled my eyes at his question. " I'm fine." I answered.

I walked in the bathroom and watched him sitting on the tub, his dick still hard and leaking cum. I giggled at him and got in the tub with him. The water was hot and I relaxed into his arms, my head resting on his shoulder.

His lips kissed my hair and his hands caressed my body, making me feel so loved. His hand cupped my pussy and he cleaned it with gentle care, making sure not to hurt me.

" Thank you." I thanked him.

He nodded at my words and continued cleaning me up. When he finished, we washed each other and dried ourselves up.

We got back in the bedroom, he pulled under the duvet and I cuddled against him. 

" I got a different position I want to try with you." he murmured. 

" Tomorrow." I cajoled.

He chuckled and pulled me closer to him, I smiled at him.  We cuddled together and fell asleep till the new dawn. 

I had dreamt all night about the idea he could have had, so much so I had a wet dream.

" Wake up, sleepy boy." I  whispered against his ear.

He snorted and rolled on his back. "You are a very mean woman," he complained, his hand slapping my butt cheeks. "First you have your fun, and now you're waking me up." 

I grinned at him. "Come on, let's have fun."

His lips kissed me, and we made out passionately, our tongues swirled together. My hands caressed his back, and I moved my legs to straddle him.

"You are already wet," he remarked, his finger dipping inside me. "Someone had a dream, I suppose."

I blushed at his words, and he chuckled. He sat up and kissed me again, his tongue dancing with mine. His hand guided my pussy down on his cock, and I moaned in pleasure at the feeling. My walls were still sore, but they stretched around him easily.

"Ride me like a good little slut," he ordered. His hand spanked my ass hard, making me bounce on his dick.

I moaned in pleasure and moved my hips up and down, his cock sliding in and out of me. His hands cupped my tits and squeezed them roughly.

" You feel so good." he praised.

His hand pinched my nipples and I squealed. His lips sucked them into his mouth, making me arch my back. His hand played with my clit, his fingers rubbing it with passion.

" That's it." he whispered. " Cum for me, my princess."

I came hard, my pussy clenching around him. His hips moved faster, his cock fucking me harder.

" Such a good little girl." he praised me.

His hand slapped my ass and I moaned loudly, his cock was filling me up. I bit my lip and moved my hips faster, wanting more of him

I licked his neck and sucked it into my mouth, nibbling the skin lightly. He growled in pleasure. " Hold on and let me do it." 

 I dismounted him, he grabbed my ankle and made me spin on my belly, my legs fell open. He smacked my ass hard, the sound echoing in the room.

" I likes to see your ass clench when I 'm fucking you." his voice so sweet. 

I arched my back and he spanked my ass again, the feeling sending shivers down my spine. His cock entered me with ease, my pussy was so slippery.

His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, he fucked me with all his might. His thrusts were so hard that I could feel his cock in my stomach. 

I cried out in pleasure, my pussy clenched around his shaft. My orgasm built again, his thrusts hitting my cervix over and over again. He rubbed my asshole with his finger, making my body tremble with pleasure.  

I bit the pillow to stifle my moans, his thrust became faster and harder. His hand slapped my ass hard. " Cum for your cutie pie." he growled. 

 " Shit, you are so deep." I moaned loudly, my hands holding the sheets. " I'm cumming." 

My pussy gushed around him, my walls clamping around his dick.  He continued thrusting into me, his hips moving so fast. 

" I had turned you into a greedy little beast." I moaned.

" Just for you, princess." he pounded me into me with wild abandon. " Take it all."

I could feel him getting closer, his breathing faster.  

" Fuck, cutie pie, you are making me crazy." I squealed.

He moved one of his hands and rubbed my clit with vigor. His thrust became erratic, his breathing ragged. He pounded me harder and harder, making my pussy feel so full.

His moan echoed mine and his cock twitched inside me. " I'm about to burst." he moaned. 

I looked  at him over my shoulder, his eyes were closed and his face so concentrated. His hair was messy and his lips parted, his breath coming out in gasps. He was so handsome.

" Fill this  pussy up, cutie pie." I moaned. 

His cock twitched inside me and his cum filled me up, my pussy clenched around him. My body trembled with pleasure, my orgasm building again.

" Oh shit." I squealed, my walls clamping hard around his cock. He continued moving inside me, filling me up so well.

I collapsed on the mattress, my body spent. His weight fell on top of me, his head resting on my shoulder. I could feel his heart beating so hard against my back. 

" Cutie pie." I murmured. 

His arm wrapped around my waist and he turned us on our side. His lips kissed my neck softly and his hand caressed my belly.

" Good girl." he whispered. " Such a good little princess."

His voice was so gentle and loving, I melted in his embrace. My hands wrapped around him, pulling him closer to me.

We slept soundly embraced, his cum leaking out of my pussy. I felt so safe and loved, I couldn't imagine my life without him. He was my everything and I was his. We were made for each other.

I woke up alone, I stretched my body and stood up. The sun was already set and I had spent the day in bed, sleeping.

My baby came into the room fully dressed. " Where have you been?" I questioned.

He smiled softly. " To the temple to pray for Mum and Dad, I needed a bit of me time."

I stood up and hugged him. " Next time take me with you." I requested. " We were, are and going to be a family, till death do us apart." 

                                           Hand in hand.You & me.

                                           Today, tomorrow, forever.

[dustpages]

Crazy Stupid Love

"Let me taste you." I moaned. 

My legs, adorned by a pair of pink stockings, were raised high into the air as my young boyfriend ravaged me.

The headboard of the bed banged against the wall incessantly. He attentively withdrew his shaft and plopped on the mattress, spreading his legs for me. I kneeled in between, and I gave him a gentle lick, and he moaned.

" Ohhh... don't stop." His voice was needy.

I began to lick the length of his cock; I sucked the tip, then I licked the base, my tongue flicking against his balls. 

I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, and I started to suck. I moved my head back and forth, my lips sliding along his length. My tongue was caressing the underside of his shaft, driving him crazy. 

I sucked his cock with a lot of passion; his moans were getting louder. He was holding my hair in his hands, guiding my movements. 

I felt him getting closer and closer to the edge. His breathing was ragged, and his cock was swelling.

"I'm going to cum." He stated. "Don't stop."

I didn't stop; I kept sucking him until he released his load in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, then licked his cock clean.

He was lying on the bed, his breathing still ragged. I got on top of him, and I kissed him gently on the lips. 

"That was great, baby." I whispered.

He moved his hands down my back and grabbed my bum cheeks. I felt his cock growing again. 

"Do you want more?" I asked him, receiving a nod immediately.

I giggled and aligned my pussy with his cock. I slowly began to lower myself down, letting his cock enter me. My cunt was already dripping; his cock slid inside of me effortlessly. 

He began to move his hips upwards, fucking me from beneath. His cock was deep inside of me, bottoming out. 

I moaned as he fucked me harder; his hands were still on my bum cheeks. My legs were wrapped around his waist, allowing him to penetrate me deeper. 

"Harder." I screamed. "Fuck me harder."

He obeyed, fucking me with wild abandon. I could feel my orgasm building, and it was strong. His cock inside of me made me feel like I was going to explode.

He kissed me, his tongue dancing with mine, while he fucked me with passion. I couldn't take it anymore; I felt my orgasm coming. 

"Shit." A flood of juice squirted out of me, and I came all over his cock. My body shuddered in his arms; I screamed in pleasure.

He managed to hold me pressed on his chest; my boobs were rubbing on his skinny body. My teeth dug into his neck as my orgasm washed over me.

"You have been able to make me cum so hard." I whispered in his ear. "Stop holding back and use me as you wish. Fuck me, baby."

His eyes were looking at me full of lust; his cock was still deep inside of me. He grabbed my hips and lifted me so that only the tip of his cock was inside of me and then he slammed me back down.

He repeated this motion a few times, slamming me down on his cock. He was fucking me wildly; our bodies were crashing against each other. My breasts were bouncing in front of his face.

His cock was slamming into me with great force, hitting my cervix. My pussy was taking his cock completely. He fucked me in this way for a few minutes until I felt another orgasm approaching.

"Keep going, baby." I shouted. "Fuck me so hard."

My body was shaking on his cock; my ass was grinding on his pelvis. His cock was buried deep inside of me, impaling me on his shaft.

His fingers reached my clit, and he started to rub it. The pleasure was building fast; I scratched his skin with my nails. 

"I'm cumming again." I cried. 

His fingers were still rubbing my clit furiously, while his cock was fucking me without any mercy. Another flood of juices left my pussy, and I came all over him. He groaned, feeling the heat of my orgasm on his cock.

I collapsed on his chest; I was exhausted. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. 

"You are so sexy." His words made my heart swell. I kissed him passionately. 

He bottomed out one last time, and then he filled my pussy with his seed. His hot cum filled my womb, dripping out of my pussy and onto his stomach.

We were both knackered; I nestled my head on his chest, lulled to sleep by the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat.

My rest was abruptly interrupted by the hideous sound of this phone chiming in the middle of the freaking night. 

I took the mobile and read the text: 'Nando's for lunch?'

The message was sent by a girl named Yu Jimin. I could assume she was a classmate from his high school, I hated her already. 

I punched his chest, making him jolt awake. "What?" he gave me a gormless look.

"Who is Jimin?" My voice was cold.

He took a moment to reply, probably thinking about what to say. "She's a classmate."

I slapped him, making his head snap to the side. "How dare you."

He held my wrists, stopping my attack. "What are you doing? Calm down," he asked.

I could see the fear in his eyes; I wasn't surprised; I knew he was sometimes scared of me. 

"Apologise." I shouted. 

He did as he was told; he knew better than to resist me. "I'm sorry, Nayeon."

"It's not enough." My voice was a whisper.

He began to kiss my face, trying to pacify me. He kissed me all over my face, then reached my lips, and slowly started to kiss me. I melted into his embrace. 

"Forgive me," he whispered in my ear. "Even if I don't know what I did wrong."

I slapped him again; he whimpered. "You are such an idiot."

He kissed me again; I gave him my tongue, wrapping my arms around his neck.

We made out for a few minutes before going back to sleep, covered by the duvet. I held his hand tight, as if I was scared to lose him. 

When we woke up again, it was time for us to enjoy our Saturday morning together. I was sitting on the toilet, peeing, while he was showering. I heard the water shutting off, then the glass door of the shower cubicle opening. 

I cleaned myself, and I washed my hands. I opened the bathroom door and found him naked, still dripping with water, his cock hanging between his skinny thighs. 

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped; he had a hickey on his neck. I quickly ran to him and began to inspect his neck more carefully. 

"It seems you have a new admirer," I said.

He blushed, and I saw a flicker of nervousness in his eyes. He was so pathetic at hiding things from me; I should have spotted the hickey before, but the night prior we had sex in the total darkness of our room.

"Who did that?" I demanded. 

He gulped, and then he answered, "Yu Jimin."

"What?" I shouted. "She gave you a hickey?"

He looked at me in terror. " Yes."

I pounced on him and dragged him to the bed. He fell on the mattress, still naked. 

"Tell me.” I ordered.

His eyes widened as he began to explain. "It happened at school yesterday during the lunch break." 

I slapped him before he could continue. "I'm going to kill her." I affirmed. "And you will pay for not having stopped her."

He swallowed hard. I forced my tongue into his mouth, dominating him. He tried to push me away, but I was stronger.

I bit his neck, drawing blood. I tasted his blood and I sucked it in my mouth.

"You taste so good." I whispered in his neck. 

I kissed his neck, sucking on the hickey that Jimin left on him. I straddled him, closing my thighs around him.

I rode him slowly, my hips swaying in a figure-eight motion. I wanted to be the only one able to make him feel this good. 

I kissed him again, and I sucked his tongue. He was trying to thrust into me, but I was in control.

"Stop." I hissed. "Let me do the work."

He stopped immediately. I picked up speed, riding him like a pony. I made his cock feel like a toy inside my pussy. I slapped his hands away every time he tried to touch me.

He moaned; he was getting closer.

"Please let me touch you," he pleaded.

"No." I refused. "You don't deserve it."

My pussy was dripping juice all over him; I rode him faster. My breasts were bouncing wildly in his face; his eyes were stuck on them. 

My orgasm hit hard; my juice drenched his legs and the bed sheets. I trembled for a few seconds before regaining control and got off him.

"You can cum now." I said. "But you won't get a kiss."

He came immediately, shooting his load on his belly. I saw how much it affected him not to be allowed to kiss me, and I was pleased. 

"We will go to meet your admirer." I affirmed, entering the bathroom to clean up.

He followed suit, his arms wrapped around my waist from behind. His lips brushed lightly on my shoulder; his eyes looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror.

"Nayeon, please." His voice was pleading. "Don't hurt her."

I looked at him in the mirror. His blue eyes looked sad; he seemed sincere. I gave a soft smile; his face lit up. 

"Of course not." I lied. "We will just talk."

I winked at him, and he smiled. He wrapped his arms tighter around me, nuzzling his head on my shoulder.

I held his hand, stroking his fingers gently. He had no idea of what was waiting for him. He didn't know the real me, not yet. But he would soon find out.

I smiled to myself as I washed my face. My lips curled into a snarl as I thought about Jimin. She had no idea what I was capable of. She would soon regret ever having touched my man. 

"Let's get ready." I said to him, as I turned to face him. 

I was wearing a blue cardigan paired with a white mini skirt and black stockings to enhance my legs. My boyfriend wore a simple white T-shirt, paired with blue skinny jeans and his black Converse shoes. We were the perfect couple, in appearance. 

We walked hand in hand to the restaurant where Jimin was waiting for us. I spotted her the moment we entered; she had the nerve to be smiling at him, winking as he passed her by.

I had to admit she was gorgeous, even though she was not near my level. She had dark hair and dark eyes; her skin was flawless, and her body was thin but curvy in the right places. 

She had a black dress on her, her legs were bare, and her feet were hidden in a pair of black ballet shoes. 

As I sat down next to my boyfriend, she made a point of touching his thigh. 

"Are you alright?" she asked him.

He removed her hand quickly, blushing. "Yeah, thanks."

Her smile vanished from her lips. "You seem shaken."

I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently. He jumped in his seat. "He's fine." I intervened.

I had no intention to stay there and listen to her useless chit-chatting; I just wanted to make clear to her that he was my boyfriend and that she had to stay away from him. 

"Miss, you have to stay away from my boyfriend." I stated. "Or else you will be sorry."

Jimin snorted. "You think I'm scared of you?" 

I chuckled. "Not yet." I replied. "But soon you will."

My baby took me by surprise, running his warm hand on my stockings. "Nayeon, stay calm." His voice was low and sweet, a mix of pleading and warning.

" This bitch touched you." I hissed. 

Jimin opened her mouth to speak, but she was cut off by my boyfriend. "Listen, I know we are classmates and we share hobbies, but let's limit our encounters to the school and nothing else."

Jimin scoffed. "You should prefer to stay with me, not with this psycho bitch."

I snapped; my anger flared, and I threw myself towards her. Fortunately for her sake, my boyfriend interposed himself, stopping me.

I growled; I wanted to tear her apart, but my baby's hand on mine stopped me. He looked at me with a pleading expression. 

"Nayeon," he called me in a soft tone. "Stay calm."

I gulped, and I took a deep breath. I managed to regain my composure, but my baby didn't let go of me, and bidding a formal goodbye, carried me out of the restaurant, away from that bitch. 

When we were alone, he kissed me aggressively, biting on my lips. "I warned you not to touch her," he asserted. "Hitting her would have caused a scandal, and you could have been reported to the police."

I felt a wave of lust washing over me. No one ever dared to talk to me in such a way. He was brave; I liked him for that. 

I bit his lower lip, drawing blood. "I can't control myself when it comes to you." I confessed. 

He held my hair tight and kissed me passionately. "You have to behave."

We walked home hand in hand, enjoying the cold weather of London's winter. As soon as we got back to our flat, he pinned me against the door. My cardigan's buttons were shattered all over the floor; he was kissing my chest. 

He sucked on my nipples through my bra. I gasped, feeling pleasure building inside me. 

"Baby." I moaned, jumping on him.

He carried me to the couch, and he sat down; my legs were wrapped tight around him. His mouth found mine again; his tongue caressed mine.

I removed my bra, exposing my tits. His head moved down to them, his lips sucking on my nipple. I threw my head back, feeling pleasure building up inside of me.

His lips sucked on my skin, drawing a hickey on my shoulder. His fingers slid inside of my panties and found my clit.

He rubbed it furiously while sucking on my tits. I came on his hand, screaming in pleasure. He sucked on my neck, marking me with another hickey. 

"Taste yourself." He guided his fingers, drenched in my juice, into my mouth. 

I licked his fingers clean, tasting myself. His tongue found mine, and he kissed me deeply.

I undressed him, removing his T-shirt and his trousers, exposing his skinny body. I went down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. His hands were tangled in my hair, holding me in place. 

I sucked him eagerly, swirling my tongue on the tip of his shaft. His moans were music to my ears; they made my pussy tingle.

"Oh baby, you are so good." His voice was full of pleasure.

I sucked on his balls while stroking the length of his cock. My fingers were wrapping tight around his cock, stroking it up and down, making it hard as a rock.

He made me stand up and unzipped my skirt, removing it and revealing my black thong. His hands grabbed my bum, squeezing my ass cheeks tight.

He pushed me down on the couch, making me lie on it belly down. He slid off my thong, revealing my wet pussy.

He put my undies in my mouth. "You are going to need it." he smirked.

His body leaned on my back, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks, searching for my entrance. He found it and pushed it inside.

He slid his cock all the way in me, filling my pussy completely. His balls slapped against my skin. 

I moaned with pleasure as he began to move inside me. His cock glided effortlessly inside of me, fucking me slowly.

His hands were holding my hips tight, keeping me in place while he pounded into me. 

I felt my orgasm approaching fast; my pussy was clenching around his cock. 

"I want to feel you cum," he moaned in my ear.

I came all over his cock, squirting juice all over it. My body was shaking wildly in his embrace, his cock bottomed out inside of me.

The undies in my mouth muffled my scream. His lips kissed my shoulder while his hands held my hips tight.

He continued to fuck me through my orgasm, making me feel so good. His cock was hitting my cervix with every thrust, driving me wild.

His fingers found my clit and rubbed it furiously. Another orgasm was approaching fast. 

"Yes." I screamed, my voice muffled by the undies.

His hand pulled out the piece of clothing from my mouth and put it on the floor. "Turn around," he ordered me. 

I moved my body as required in a flash; he got into my pussy back again while his lips were locked with mine. He kissed me while fucking me, making me feel like I was in heaven. 

His tongue was dancing with mine, while his hands grabbed my hips and fucked me with passion. His cock slammed into my wet cunt, my back arched back. It was like being fucked by a jackhammer. 

I screamed as his cock bottomed out in me; my pussy was on fire. I came again, squirting juices all over him.

His lips kissed my neck; his hot breath was making me crazy. He began to rub my clit, making my orgasm last longer. 

He kept rubbing my clit while fucking me without mercy. 

His member throbbed like crazy; his eyes rolled in his head. His voice was hoarse when he moaned, "I'm cumming."

His cock twitched inside of me, releasing his hot load into my womb. He bottomed out one last time, then collapsed on the couch.

We stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the post-coital bliss. My pussy was sore; my cunt was swollen.

Carefully he withdrew his length and helped me up. "Let's go to bed; I'll give you a massage," he asserted, rubbing his fingers on my hand. 

He guided me to our bedroom; I was too weak to resist him. I lay on the bed, waiting for his touch. He lay next to me and poured a warm ointment on his hands. 

He massaged my legs and my back, making me sigh in pleasure. I relaxed under his touch, enjoying the pampering.

His hand found my pussy and gently rubbed my clit. I moaned as he brought me to another orgasm. 

He snuggled next to me and kissed my shoulder. "Good night, baby," he whispered. 

I turned and kissed him back, cuddling my body next to his.

We slept peacefully; the night was silent except for the soft purr of my boyfriend's snores. 

I woke up before him, his right hand was resting on my tits and his left leg was thrown over me. 

"I'm not your pillow." I murmured. 

His fingers pinched my nipple, catching me by surprise. "Are you complaining?" His voice was adorably sleepy. 

"No." I admitted, rolling over him. "We are going on a date today."

He pecked my lips with a quick kiss. "Where?" His eyes were sparkling. 

"Harrods," I answered. 

"He sighed. "I love spending money on you, but don't overdo it."

I laughed. "Oh, don't worry." I teased him, knowing he was just saying that to sound cool. He loved spending on me; it made him feel good.

We washed up, and I got into my outfit, a simple white shirt tucked into a mini blue skirt and a pair of black stockings. 

When my baby saw my outfit, he frowned. "Aren't you showing off a bit too much flesh?" His voice was soft.

I chuckled. "My love, you know I dress for you. But you need to stop complaining; I'm just showing my body."

He blushed and looked down on the floor. I giggled and kissed his lips. "Come on, let's go."

I took him by the hand, and we went out. Our first stop was a coffee shop, where we had a nice cup of coffee and a slice of cake. 

After that we headed to Harrods. I dragged him all over the department store, trying on dresses and skirts and taking his opinion on them. 

He walked constantly behind me like he was my bodyguard, and I loved him for that. I would have never dated a guy that wouldn't make me feel like a princess.

As we were going through the lingerie section, he got a bit too excited. His eyes were glued to the models wearing bras and panties. 

I laughed and playfully hit him. "I'm going to try on some pieces." I whispered in his ear, my lips brushing on his lobe. "You can watch me from here."

He looked at me like a child that had been told he would go to Disneyland. "Really?"

"Of course." I teased, kissing him on the cheek. "I'll be right back."

I entered the changing room and tried on a red lace set. I removed my skirt and shirt and put on the new lingerie. I checked myself out in the mirror; the bra made my tits look bigger and rounder. My stockings were still on, making me look like a porn star. 

The door opened, and my baby entered; he looked at me, and his eyes widened. His hand was covering his mouth, hiding his shocked expression. 

"I have to tell you," he started, then he took a deep breath. "That's a nice set." His eyes roamed on my body. "It makes your tits look huge." His hands rose to touch them, but then he stopped himself.

I giggled and pulled his hands on my tits. "Do you want to touch them?" I teased.

He nodded; his mouth was open in a perfect O. I took his hands and guided them on my tits; he squeezed them eagerly.

I laughed. "That's good." I encouraged him. "Play with them, baby."

He squeezed my tits and played with my nipples, making them hard.

"You like this?" he asked, looking me in the eye.

"Yes, baby." I moaned. "Keep going."

He pinched my nipples between his thumb and index, making me cry out in pleasure.

"Good," he said. "You are such a horny little slut."

"I'm your horny little slut." I corrected him. "And don't you forget that."

His hands stopped their movement on my tits, and he looked at me; a confused expression was on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

His hands moved to my ass and squeezed my bum cheeks. "I just love you so much," he said. "I wish we could stay here forever."

I kissed him passionately, sucking his tongue in my mouth. My hands ran through his hair, messing it up. His arms wrapped tight around me, holding me close. 

"I love you too." I whispered on his lips. "But now we should go if we don't get kicked out of here."

He chuckled and kissed my lips again. "I think it would be worth it," he stated. "But you are right, let's get dressed and leave."

We left the changing room with a new pair of underwear and a new bra for me, paid by him, of course.

When we got home, I made him undress completely, then I tied his hands and legs to the bedframe, making him unable to move. 

I got on top of him and kissed him passionately, rubbing my pussy on his cock. His lips sucked my tongue eagerly; he moaned in pleasure.

My hand went down on his cock and began to stroke it. He moaned louder, his hips thrust up, making his cock rub my pussy.

I began to ride him, grinding my pussy on his length. I could feel his cock rubbing me but not entering me. 

His eyes were stuck on my tits; my bra was still on, making them look bigger.

"Fuck, Nayeon." He moaned, "I want to cum."

I stopped moving my hips immediately, denying him his release. "Not yet, baby." I whispered, my lips sucking his neck. "Learn to savour the moment."

I rolled my hips, making my pussy rub his length. His hands clenched into a fist, he was struggling against the restraints. 

I stopped again; he whimpered in frustration. 

"I said not yet." I laughed and kissed his lips. My tongue entered his mouth and began to dance with his.

His hips thrust again, trying to make me move. I giggled as I kept still, denying him again.

"You are a tease," he murmured against my lips.

"Yes." I agreed. "But it's for your own good."

I kissed him again, then I started to ride him again. My tits bounced wildly in front of his face; his lips sucked on them through the fabric of my bra. 

His cock was hard as a rock and ready to blow; he needed to cum badly. I stopped again. 

"No, Nayeon. Please." His voice was pleading.

I kissed his lips again, rubbing my tits on his face. "Patience, baby. Don't be such an eager boy."

He groaned in frustration, his body shaking on the mattress.

My hands reached behind my back, unclasping my bra, revealing my tits. His eyes widened as my breasts fell freely on his chest.

I began to rub them on his torso, his hands clenched in fists again. My lips sucked on his neck, my tongue flicking on his skin. 

His cock jumped wildly between us; it was hard and throbbing; it needed release. I rubbed my pussy on it, making it twitch.

"You are so mean," he whispered in my ear; his voice was needy. 

I chuckled and bit his lobe gently. "That's why you love me." I stated. "I am your queen."

He tried to protest again, but I shushed him, driving one of my tits into his mouth. He suckled my nipple greedily, making me moan.

I began to ride him again; I could feel my pussy clenching on his shaft, milking him. 

His eyes pleaded with me to release his nectar; I could see his frustration rising again. I didn't want to be cruel, so I decided to allow him to cum.

His cock twitched and exploded in my pussy, filling my cunt with his load. His eyes rolled in his head as he came, his mouth falling open in an O. 

I milked his cock with my pussy until the last drop. His cock twitched in me one last time, and then he went limp.

His breathing was ragged; his eyes were closed. He seemed to be sleeping; he was spent.

I untied him and lay down next to him. His hand reached mine, intertwining our fingers together.

"That was wild," he commented. 

We slumbered for a few hours until we woke up again. It was already evening, and we were hungry. 

"Let's order something." I said.

"Alright, what do you want?" he replied, yawning.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed my phone to call for delivery. I ordered two chicken kormas and a couple of naan breads. I sat back down next to him on the sofa. 

He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white T-shirt. His black hair was still messed up; his blue eyes were looking at me, full of love. 

His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close, nuzzling my neck. "I love you," he whispered.

I laughed; his words always made my heart swell. "I love you too, baby." I replied.

His lips kissed mine passionately, his tongue entering my mouth. I sucked his tongue eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His lips sucked mine with hunger; his hand held my hair tight in his fist. He kissed me with all the passion he had in his body.

While we were eating our Indian scran sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, I heard the train's brakes squealing somewhere outside of our flat.

A new kink formed in my mind; getting fucked on the Tube could have been the weirdest thing I had ever done.

"Baby, I got an idea..." I exposed him to my train of thoughts. 

"Are you out of your mind?" he questioned, getting red at the idea. "No fucking way."

I laughed and pounced on him, pushing him on his back on the mattress. "Be brave; you won't regret it." I whispered, biting his lips.

He gave me an uncertain look, but I knew he was just playing hard to get; he would end up agreeing eventually. And he did. 

"If you say so, baby," he said, giving in. "But if we get caught, we will go to jail."

"We'll be careful." I promised. "Trust me, this is going to be great." I assured.

He looked at me, his blue eyes full of love and admiration. He trusted me and would have followed me anywhere; I loved him so much for that. 

The following Tuesday after his class finished, I showed up in front of his school wearing a small white skirt that barely covered my bum. I had paired it with a blue cardigan and black stockings. He would have been so embarrassed to be seen with me in public, but that was part of the fun. 

He took my hand and pulled me into his arms. "Isn't this outfit a bit too revealing?" he whispered into my ear.

I giggled. "You know I like to show off." I whispered back. "Don't be so shy."

He sighed but didn't say anything. He took my hand again and guided me to the train station. 

We waited for the train to arrive, his hands around my waist, pulling me tight against him. 

When the train arrived, we got in, finding a quite empty carriage. He sat down on a seat; I stood in front of him before sitting down on his thighs and wrapping my legs around his hips. 

The train started moving, and his hands moved under my skirt, cupping my bum cheeks. He squeezed them tight and whispered, "You have such a perfect ass."

I giggled, biting his earlobe playfully. "Thanks, baby." 

The other passengers stared at us, but we paid them no attention. 

His hands began to slide up and down my thighs, squeezing them tight, making me giggle.

I dried humping on his crotch, making his member grow hard. The people next to us looked away; they had to figure out what was happening. 

One of his hands went down my panties and found my clit. He rubbed it gently, making me moan. His other hand grabbed my tit through my cardigan, squeezing it tight.

I unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his length. I guided it to my pussy and began to ride him. His cock slid effortlessly inside of me. I began to bounce up and down on it, fucking myself with wild abandon. 

His head leaned on the back of the seat; his eyes were looking up at me adoringly. His hands were holding tight on my hips, keeping me still. 

As the train moved out of London, fewer people remained on the carriage.

His hands squeezed my hips tight and thrust me down on his length, bottoming out inside of me. His cock hit my cervix, making me scream in pain.

"Shhh," he warned me, covering my mouth with his hand. 

I moaned and began to move my hips again, fucking him as fast as I could. My pussy squeezed his length, milking it.

He leaned forward and bit my shoulder, sucking my skin. I felt his cock swelling inside me; he was about to explode.

I bounced harder on his length until he released his load inside of me, his hot cum filling my pussy. His eyes rolled back, I shushed our moans, kissing him in the best way I could.

My skirt raised up on my back, a pair of hands were caressing my bum cheeks, making me squeal.

"I love your ass," my baby panted. 

"You have been a good boy. Wait to be at home." I laughed.

I cleaned us up the best I could, and we left the train at the next stop. 

Back at home, I let him have his way with me. He fucked me on the sofa, on the coffee table, on the floor, anywhere he could.

His cum was leaking from my pussy all over the place. At the end of the day, he fucked me so hard that I couldn't even walk. 

But I was happy; he had done as I told, and that had paid off. 

I looked at him; his skinny body was knackered from all the sex we had; he could barely move.

I held his hand tight. "Thanks, baby." I whispered. "I know it was weird."

He smiled at me with a tired expression. "Anything for you, Nayeon."

I kissed his lips softly. "You are the best boyfriend ever."

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Photo just captured. Anyone can get the reference?

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Mirror

Note: please this is all just a fantasy for reading and have fun.

I was taking a mirror selfie after a long at work for my current boyfriend. He loved this kind of attention,  espicially with me smirking sexually at the camera.

I was a pro at taking selfies; my focus was drawn to making the perfect facial expression to get him hard with just one photo. 

I was so into the process that I didn’t hear the door opening by my son. 

My bum was poking through my bathrobe, and I was completely naked underneath. He didn’t say anything but lifted the hem of my robe up; his fingers slid down in between my cheeks. 

My son rubbed my bare ass, his small hands massaging my flesh with love.

“Mum, your skin is so soft, your butt so round, and perfect." he praised.

I grinned at him through the mirror. "Keep rubbing it, baby." 

I was pleasantly surprised by his actions; normally he was timid and not a touchy person in the slightest. I rotated my butt around, allowing him to see the front and backside of my pussy.

I was getting very turned on by the intimate massage he was giving me. "Baby, what made you decide to do this?" 

He stared at me through the mirror, his eyes shy but with a hint of determination. "I saw how you act around him, always trying to please him. I was thinking of doing something different, something to make you feel good."

My heart swelled at the thought of my son thinking about how to please me. "Oh, that’s so sweet of you to think of me." 

I turned around and held him; he didn’t pull away from my embrace, his face burrowed into my shoulder. His hand rested on the top of my thigh, the other resting on my shoulder blade. 

I nuzzled my cheek against his forehead. “Did you like rubbing me?"

He mumbled into my shoulder. I couldn’t hear what he said, so I pushed him back a little so I could see his face clearly. "Can you repeat what you said?"

He looked down, and his hands slid to my hips; his fingertips rubbed my hipbone. "You are so beautiful, Mum." He repeated. 

I couldn’t help it and let out a squeal; his compliment went right to my heart. "Thank you." I murmured back to him, the tension was building between us, a newfound intimate energy I never thought I would feel around him.

I cupped his face, making him blush. "May I have the honor to kiss you?" I teased him.

His eyes widened, and he shook his head. I took it as a no, but then he lifted his head up to meet my lips. Our lips grazed each other; he had a soft mouth that was still a little bit full from youth. 

I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, pulling him closer so our bodies were flush against each other’s. His hands ran along my lower back and squeezed my ass; I pulled back and held his wrists in a gentle but firm grasp. 

“ Do you like kissing me?" He didn’t answer and instead licked my neck and bit my collarbone; I squealed and smacked him on the chest. "You little scamp." 

He lifted his head and smiled at me, adoration brimming from his eyes. "I love everything about you, Mum."

My heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his stare. "I love you too." I replied back.

He let go of my hands and slowly slid off my robe that was bunched up around my waist. It pooled at my feet; my naked body was presented before him. His eyes  were filled with hunger, as he scanned me from head to toe. 

I stepped back and spread my legs, the cool air caused my pussy to pucker. His gaze fell on the strip of hair and wetness in between my thighs; the tip of his tongue peeked out and licked his lips. 

“May I please lick you there?" he asked as he pointed to my pussy. 

My pussy clenched at his suggestion. "Of course you can, baby." I urged him forward.

He dropped to his knees and grabbed hold of my hips. His breath fanned over my sensitive area; he blew on it gently, causing me to moan.

“Can you keep your mouth open? It felt really good when you did that." I encouraged him. 

He opened his mouth wider so I could feel a stream of warm air flowing over my pussy. "Like this, Mum?" he asked in a muffled voice. 

"Yes, baby." I breathed.

He dipped his head closer and licked the entire length of my slit. His tongue parted my folds and dragged itself over my clit; I jerked at the sudden contact.

“Oh, baby." I gasped. I ran my hands through his hair; the strands fell in a silky curtain across my fingers.

His tongue explored my pussy further, licking and swirling over my entrance. He licked my taint, then back up to the top. His head lifted up, and he stared at me with hooded eyes; his pupils were dark with lust. 

"I’m going to make you cum with just my tongue, Mum." He promised as he plunged his tongue inside me.

I gasped and arched my back; his tongue felt amazing inside me; it curled and probed into the depths of my pussy. He wiggled it around and moved his head side to side as he licked me.

I pulled his hair gently to bring his tongue to my clit. I couldn't take it anymore, he was too good. "I'm going to cum, baby." I warned him.

He looked up at me with a wicked grin; his eyes shone with pride. He lifted up his head and stuck his tongue out; it was dripping with my juices. I put my hands behind his head and rode his tongue. I felt a wave of pleasure crash over me; my pussy spasmed and clenched around his tongue.

I collapsed back, panting heavily. His arms went around my waist, and he pressed his face into my stomach. I rubbed his head and ran my fingers through his hair. "You were so good, baby; I love you." 

"I love you too, Mum." He smiled at me.

We stayed like that for a while, basking in the pleasure he gave me. "Would you like to try your dick inside me?" I offered him. 

He bit his lip and nodded enthusiastically.

We went to my bedroom, and he pulled his clothes off; his shaft was perfect for my idea of a man's cock. It was quite long and thick enough to make me have a good time. 

I made him lie on the bed, legs wide open. I began kissing his legs from his toes up to his knees. My hands massaged his thighs and calves; I heard him groan under my touch.

I sat on his thighs and rubbed myself against his dick. His hands went to grab my hips, but I swatted him away. "No touching, just let me do this, baby." I instructed him. 

His arms fell to his sides as he watched me rub my pussy against his shaft. The friction of my wet pussy sliding against him was turning me on again; I could feel myself getting wetter.

I lined his head up against my pussy and slowly lowered myself down. I gripped his shoulders; I took my time sinking down on his length. His cock was long enough to reach the back of my pussy and stretch me out.

I moaned and grinded on him; his cock felt amazing inside of me. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he groaned at the feel of my pussy around him. I was dripping wet for him, coating his dick with my juices. 

I found a rhythm and rode him harder; my hips bucked faster as I rode him. He moaned and begged me to go harder.

His pleading caused my pussy to clench around him; I started riding him faster.

"Oh fuck, you're so fucking tight." He grunted.

My breath got stuck in my throat when he asserted that; it sounded dirty and sexy coming from his mouth. "Say that again." I ordered him.

He nodded enthusiastically. "You're so fucking tight, Mum, fuck, you’re amazing."

I groaned at his words and slammed down hard on his dick. He grunted in response, his fingers dug into my hips and thighs.

My orgasm started to build up, my pussy clenched, and my walls started pulsating around him. " I’m gonna cum again baby." I warned him. 

"Cum all over me, Mum, please," he begged me. 

My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I slumped over his body, my limbs feeling boneless. My pussy spasmed and clenched down on him, causing him to gasp.

I heard his breath catch; I looked down and saw his face was red and sweaty. His eyes were closed as he groaned loudly, his hands tightened around my waist. 

He grunted as his dick started to twitch inside of me; I felt a surge of hot liquid shoot into me. His cum was hot against my walls, I let out a satisfied sigh as I felt him fill me up.

I lay on his chest and ran my fingers along his neck and jaw. His arms circled around me, holding me close to his warm body. 

We stayed like that for a long time; both of us were satisfied in the aftermath of sex. He stroked my hair and back; I nuzzled deeper into his embrace.

"Am I better than your boyfriend?" he inquired, putting me in a vulnerable position.

I sighed and bit my lip. I had to answer truthfully. "You did fantastic cutie pie, for your first time; but you can't compare yourself with Yuki."

The latter has been my boyfriend for the last six months; he is everything a woman can look up to. He has the body of a god, tall and lean with well-defined muscles. His hair is dark brown and slicked back, not to mention his 10 inches of full glory.

My baby scoffed; his teeth grazed along my shoulder as he nibbled my skin. I felt a shiver, and goosebumps broke out at his touch. " I don't believe you." he affirmed playfully. 

"Should I invite him over and make you testify to what he can do to me?" I dared him.

"Oh please do it, I'm not afraid," he replied back with the confidence gained after our incercourse. 

I smiled as I looked down at him; my mind was working overdrive at the prospect of how he would have reacted to see his mother getting fucked like a cheap prostitute. Either it would have turned him on more than he would have liked to admit, or it would have caused severe problems. Either way, he asked for it.

I pulled myself up and sat cross-legged in front of him. My hand ran along his dick and stroked it gently. His eyes closed at my touch, his hand cupped my breast and played with my nipple.

"Maybe we can plan this for the weekend; I can get Yuki to come over to us." I suggested him.

"Why not tonight?" he questioned. 

I bit my lip and considered it. "Tonight, I am all yours; you can fuck my brains out again and again."

He beamed at me and pulled me to him. I smiled at him as we cuddled together, my head rested on his shoulder. My hand played with the sparse hair on his chest as we drifted off to sleep. 

It wasn't until later that evening that I started thinking about what he had said about my current boyfriend. That maybe he was better for me than Yuki. I shook my head, of course it was a silly idea. Yuki and I have been together for six months now, and he has proved himself, especially in bed. 

But in the back of my mind, I couldn't help but feel a little bit of doubt creeping in.

Friday night, the night where  my boyfriend Yuki was supposed to come over.

 My baby and I were sitting on the sofa watching TV; he was still playing with my breast. His fingers had been all over me since that day in the bathroom. I didn't mind; he was my son, and I wanted him to feel comfortable around me.

I looked at the time on my phone; I had to get ready for the night. "I have to get ready, cutie." I whispered to him.

I got up and went to my bathroom; he followed behind me. I took off the bathrobe I was wearing and started to get ready in the shower.

I could see him through the glass of the shower stall, staring at me. His hand had a tight grip around his dick as he rubbed himself off. His mouth was open and his eyes were dark with hunger for me.

I didn't have much time to get ready before my boyfriend would arrive at any moment. I dried myself and put on a pair of black stockings and a pair of black stilettos with a white silky robe to cover it.

I came back to the sofa where my baby was eating some biscuits; crumbs were falling from his mouth as he chewed. I picked one of them up and placed it on the tip of his nose. He grinned at me as he wiped it off.

A loud ring from my doorbell made him stop.

I pecked him on his cheek and stood up. "That must be Yuki." I noted as I walked away.

I opened the door to find my boyfriend standing in front of me, looking like a god with his broad shoulders and well-defined muscles. He smiled at me and stepped inside.

"Hey babe, you look sexy tonight," he stated as he wrapped his arms around me. 

His hands groped my ass, and his lips met mine in a wet and sloppy kiss. His tongue probed into my mouth, his dick pressed against my leg.

I pushed him away, my heart beating wildly. "We have a guest, Yuki." 

He raised his eyebrow, and his arm slung over my shoulder. "Who?"

I led him to the sofa, where my baby sat staring at us. His eyes dark with something I couldn't explain. It could have been anger, lust, or jealousy. Maybe all the things combined.

Yuki stiffened up beside me, his hand tightening around my shoulder. "That's not your son, is it?"

I smiled at Yuki and nodded. "Yes, it is."

Yuki stepped in front of me and glared at my son. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else, like your room or something?"

My baby snorted and stood up. He went to stand in front of us and held Yuki's eyes with a smirk. "I do live here; if you aren't pleased with my presence, you can leave."

Yuki narrowed his eyes at my son. "How dare you, you brat."

My son scoffed at Yuki. "What are you going to do about it?"

Yuki's hands tightened into fists, and he gritted his teeth. "That's it, you little piece of shit."

Before I could intervene, Yuki stepped forward and grabbed my son by the collar. He lifted him up like he weighed nothing, his feet dangling off the ground.

My son struggled. I made my move and pressed my body on Yuki's back, my hands gripping around his waist. I pressed my face into his back and moaned. 

"Let go of him, Yuki."

His body stiffened up at my voice, his grip around my son's collar loosened. My son took the opportunity and jumped back onto the sofa.

Yuki turned around, and his fingers undid the knot of my robe. It pooled around my feet as he cupped my breasts and sucked on my nipples. I groaned and ran my hands down his back, feeling his muscles through his shirt.

"Bedroom." I instructed; my son stood up and followed us, never leaving me with his eyes.

I felt Yuki's hot breath on my ear as he kissed his way up my neck; his hand gripped my ass and kneaded the soft skin. His teeth bit down on my neck gently as he pulled me to my bedroom.

Yuki deposited me on the bed and undid his belt. I could see my son's reflection in the mirror behind Yuki; he had an intense gaze as he watched us.

"Lie down and spread your legs." Yuki ordered. 

I obeyed him and let my thighs fall apart. His hands pushed them further apart, exposing my pussy to his view.

His hand covered my pussy as he took place on the bed in front of me. His mouth kissed my inner thighs, making me moan and wriggle on the bed.

His mouth closed around my pussy; his tongue swirled and licked me. My son stepped beside the bed, his gaze getting darker as the minutes passed. Yuki moaned into my pussy; my hand grabbed hold of his head and pulled him closer.

Yuki sucked and licked my pussy furiously, my orgasm built up fast. His name fell out of my mouth as I came hard, my pussy clenching down on his tongue. 

It swirled around and lapped up my juices; he pressed a kiss on my pussy. I heard my son groaning from beside the bed; my hand stretched to grab his, and my thumb caressed his palm, soothing his stress out.

"Stay here and watch me." I instructed my son. 

I pulled myself off the bed and stood up. My gaze found Yuki's reflection in the mirror; his lips and chin were wet with my juices. He gave me a lazy grin as he leaned against the bedpost, his arms crossed on his chest.

"Should I return the favor?" I purred.

He smiled and nodded. I crawled on the bed in front of him and gripped his cock with my mouth. I sucked on the head and then took him fully in my mouth, sucking hard to get him hard for me.

He moaned and caressed my hair, pushing it to the side so he could see his cock being sucked by my mouth. His hips jerked as he thrust his cock inside my mouth; I gagged on it.

He pulled back and then shoved his cock back inside my mouth. My fingers dug into his thighs as he started to fuck my face; his thrusts were slow but deep. 

"That's it, babe, suck it like a good girl," he grunted.

I sucked and licked him eagerly, saliva running down my chin. I was choking on him, but he didn't care as he grabbed a fistful of my hair. He pulled back and let out a breath as he stared down at me.

His cock was hard and red, dripping with saliva. I swallowed around his shaft as I sucked him again; his hips jerked, and he let out a loud moan. 

Yuki smirked at me and pushed his cock down my throat; his balls hit my chin as he bottomed out. His hand tightened on my hair as he started to choke me with his dick.

"That's right, babe, choke on it." Yuki grunted. 

My eyes were watering; my throat was burning. He pulled back and rubbed his cock on my face. My mouth was drooling saliva on the floor; Yuki groaned and pulled me up.

He pressed his lips on mine, and we shared a sloppy kiss; his hands kneaded my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock brushed against my pussy, causing both of us to groan.

He laid me down on the bed and pushed my legs up to my chest. His cock lined up with my entrance; all his ten inches went in in one stroke.

I let out a pained groan, his length and girth stretching me out widely. I loved the way he filled me up, making me feel whole. My hands rubbed down his back and clutched him to me.

He thrust inside me slowly and deeply; his moans joined mine as we fucked each other.

Yuki kissed me again and then moved down to my neck and licked along the curve of my shoulder. His thrusts sped up as he fucked me harder, his balls slapped against my ass with every thrust.

"Fuck yes, baby, you feel so tight and warm." He groaned against my neck.

My orgasm built up; my pussy was clenching around him. His cock was stretching me so good. "Make me cum." I begged.

He just had to give me a few more thrusts to make me shudder. I clutched his shoulders as my orgasm took over, my pussy spasming and squeezing him tight.

He continued his duty, pounding me in the earnest with no sign of slowing down; his hands gripped my thighs and pushed them wider apart. His moans got louder as he grunted with each thrust, his breathing heavy against my ear.

He reached a hand between our bodies and found my clit. He rubbed it in circles; his thumb massaged the nub with firm pressure.

"That's right, baby, cum for me.” he grunted pinching my clit and rubbing it. 

A wave of pleasure crashed over me; my pussy pulsed and spasmed around him as my second orgasm of the night hit me since he had entered me with his meat.

My son was leaning in, watching me with a mixture of lust and anger in his eyes. I opened my mouth and licked my lips, giving him a wink as Yuki pulled out of me.

"Time for you to do a bit of work," he affirmed, lying on the mattress. Before I kept going with him, I leaned towards my son, giving him a heated kiss. He moaned in my mouth and clutched my head to his chest, his tongue curling around mine.

I had to break the kiss; Yuki was calling my attention back. I pushed his legs apart and licked his balls and cock; I was dripping with saliva as he pushed my head down on his dick. I gagged and choked on the length, my fingers wrapped around the base. 

I sucked him faster; my head bobbed up and down his length. He was getting harder and thicker in my mouth; it felt amazing. My teeth grazed along his sensitive flesh as I sucked on his head.

"You're such a slut for my cock, aren't you?" Yuki praised me. 

I nodded and let out a moan, my pussy clenched at his dirty words. His hand tightened in my hair as he pulled me off him; his cock was dripping with my saliva. 

He flipped me over on my stomach and lined up his cock with my pussy. He entered me in one thrust, all of his 10 inches filling me to the brim.

I gasped as his cock stretched me, his length pushed against the back of my pussy. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he bit my skin gently. "You're so fucking tight, I'm going to cum hard."

I nodded and encouraged him to keep fucking me; his thrusts started again and went faster. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass echoed in the room. 

My pussy clenched around him as I felt my fourth orgasm of the night; my pussy spasmed and squeezed him tight. My thighs trembled, and my moan was muffled by the pillow.

Yuki groaned, his thrusts getting faster and more desperate. I felt his cock twitching and jerking inside me, he grunted out as he came hard inside me. His cum sprayed and coated my insides; he gasped and held me tight.

"Oh fuck." He breathed into my neck; his cum overflowed from my pussy and dripped on the bed sheets.

I nodded in agreement; his orgasm was mind-blowing; it was hard to compare to the feeling he gave me. He pulled out slowly and leaned beside me.

His finger parted my pussy lips and rubbed his cum inside me. "You're leaking all over the bed, you filthy slut," he chided. 

I gave him a lazy smile; his hand wiped his cum off my thighs. He put his digits over my mouth so that I could lick them clean. My tongue darted out and licked his fingers; he let out a satisfied moan.

I looked at the watch on my nightstand; we have banged for more than an hour now. 

"Tired?" Yuki asked. 

I was sore from the pounding feast, but I wouldn't sound the wimpy card. I shook my head. "I can go on for longer." 

Yuki chuckled; his dick got back in full glory in a matter of minutes. "Ride me, show me what you got," he dared me. 

I grinned; it sounded like a good opportunity to prove my skills. My body crawled over his; my knees went on either side of his thighs. My pussy lips parted, and my juices dripped on his cock. I aligned his head with my hole and sank down slowly.

He groaned as he entered me, his head hitting the back of my pussy in the same moment. My eyes rolled back in my head at the feeling of him filling me so perfectly.

"Oh god, you're so big." I moaned as I settled on his dick. 

His hands cupped my ass and pulled me closer. I leaned over him and kissed him, our tongues dancing around each other’s.

With the corner of my eyes, I spotted my son rubbing his eyes, my pure creature; he was so adorable when he was jealous. 

I began to ride him, my pussy clenched down on him as I slid up and down his cock. He moaned in approval, his fingers dug into my hip bones.

"That's it, babe, show me your skills." He praised me. 

My hips started to buck harder, my ass slapped on his thighs with each thrust. I was making him feel so good; his fingers tightened on my hips. 

"Mum, please stop." My son's voice cut through the room; I diverted my look towards him. It was poignant seeing him crying over what was happening.

"What is it, cutie?" I stopped my actions and held his gaze, Yuki's cock was still buried deep inside me.

" I hate all of this." he asserted. I would have loved to jump over him and hug him, but Yuki prevented my actions. The two of them clearly hadn't clicked in the slightest.

He made me lie flat on his body again and took me roughly; his thrusts began to take over my thoughts. 

I squealed as his monster dick plowed me in the earnest; I sunk my nails in his shoulders and clutched at him.

"Ohh, oh god, it feels so fucking good." I screamed out loud. His length was stretching my pussy widely, and he was fucking me like he owned me. His hands were still clutched around my hips as he held me in place. He fucked me hard; his balls slapped my ass, and I could hear the sound of it echoing in the room.

"Mum, please." My son repeated himself; I was at a loss for words to soothe him.

Yuki pinched my chin and made me hold his gaze. "Don't mind him; focus on me," he ordered.

I nodded and held his gaze. His lips were hot against mine as we kissed each other with all the passion we had in our bodies. 

I gave in, cumming for the umpteenth time; I was pretty sure that he wasn't going to be finished anytime soon. We kept going for only God knew how much; he got me to cum again and again.

My son had his head down on the edge of the bed as he watched us in horror. "Baby, let me finish, and then I'll take care of you." I promised as I kissed his head.

He didn't answer me back; Yuki fucked me like he wanted to kill my pussy with his 10-inch monster dick. His grip on my ass and legs was bruising me; I welcomed every touch.

My last orgasm was the most intense one; my pussy clenched and spasmed so hard I almost lost my breath. 

"I'm close, babe," he announced as he pumped into me harder. 

"Fill me up, please." I begged. 

He smirked. "Convince me," he dared me.

I whined in annoyance at his antics; we had gone in for a lot; it wasn't time to be playing. "Just cum already." I scowled at him. 

I ground down on him as he thrust into me; our movements became wilder and sloppy. He grunted, and I heard his breath hitch.  I felt him twitching inside of me. 

"I'm going to fill your pussy up now," he warned me.

His words sent me over the edge again as I felt his cock spray hot cum in me. I clenched around it tightly and moaned loudly.

"Ohhh yesss, give me all you have." I praised him as he kept filling me up.

Yuki pulled out of me slowly and collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy. I cuddled in his arms and ran my fingers down his chest. I felt relaxed and sated; my body was sore but in a good way.

"Have I proven my point now?" he asked as he kissed the top of my head.

"What was your point?" I murmured against his chest.

"That I can do better than him." He pointed out towards my son.

I lifted my head and looked at him with confusion. "What are you talking about?"

He chuckled and put his mouth next to my ear. "That I can fuck you better than he does." 

I gasped; he was right; my son had been amazing, but it was nothing compared to what I felt just now. 

"That's not true." I denied.

"Of course it is; don't be shy to admit it," he challenged. 

I looked at my son through the corner of my eyes; his expression was pained as he listened to our conversation. I got out of Yuki's hold and got up. 

His cock was spent, but it still looked magnificent in my eyes. He smirked as I stared at him. "It will be back in full glory in no time; just give me a few minutes." He boasted.

I ignored him and went to my son; he still had tears running down his cheeks. I cupped his cheeks and made him look up at me. "What's wrong, baby? Did you not enjoy the show?"

He looked at me with hate; it anguished me to see him like that. "Am I not enough for you?" he asked.

His question startled me; it made me question what he had really seen tonight. "Of course you are, baby; it's just that..." I stopped myself and sighed.

I didn't have the words to answer him; I didn't want to hurt him more than he was already hurt.

"Spill the tea; you can't hurt me more than I already am," he stated poignantly and honestly.

I had to tell him there was no other choice. I cupped his face in my hands and took a deep breath. "Yuki is better than you." 

He stiffened up, and his expression went cold. "I knew it." 

I sighed as I put my head on his shoulder. "You can't deny it, baby; you have been wonderful, but you can't compare to him."

I could feel his breath catch, and his arms pulled me away from his body. 

"Little shits like you should learn to stay in their places." Yuki mocked him from the bed. 

I turned my gaze to my boyfriend glaring. "Shut your mouth." I ordered him. 

He smirked; he was getting on my nerves tonight. I looked at my son, and his cold expression made me worried.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" I asked.

"He is just a tosser, who won't get any pussy in his life." Yuki mocked. 

My son got hurt by those words; I could see him falling apart.

"Stop saying things like that; it's enough." I admonished him. He didn't reply, instead he looked at my son with disgust.

"I'm baffled that someone like you is in a relationship with a piece of shit like him," my son cried out. 

It was my moral duty to protect my son from everything that life could have thrown at him, including my boyfriend.

"Yuki, that's enough." I growled. 

He scowled and got up from the bed, approaching us menacing. "I don't let anyone insult me and get away with it."

He kicked my son right in the stomach, making him fall to the floor. "No, stop it." I got on Yuki and tried to pry him from my son. 

I knew he had a temper but never like this. My son was curled up in a ball as Yuki kicked him hard. "You little scum, you won't ever be man enough for her."

"You have done enough." I slapped him as hard as I could, the sound ringing through the room. His head turned back, and he stared at me with shock.

He glared at me but let go of my son. I fell on my knees and cupped his face. "Are you ok, baby?" 

He nodded weakly, tears falling down his cheeks. I scooped him up in my arms and rocked him gently. "Shhh, it's going to be alright; he is not a good person."

Yuki sneered at us from the corner of the room. " So what? Are you going to leave me now?"

"Very much so, you did the only thing that could make me do it." I glared at him. 

He snorted and took his things from the floor. I could hear his mocking laughter as he got dressed. My son is still in my arms, staring down.

"It's your loss, Nayeon; I can find another bitch that wants to be fucked by me," he taunted as he went out of the room.

I stared after him for a few seconds, my heart beating wildly. My son looked at me. "Are you alright, Mum?"

" Yeah baby." I assured him. "We are going to take a bath together; are you ok with it?"

He seemed reluctant at the idea for a second but nodded. I carried him to the bathroom and got into the tub with him. I held him in my arms as we let the warm water soak our bodies; I felt better with my baby against me.

"Cutie pie, do you want me to help you out?" I had noticed his dick getting hard from our skinship.

My hand reached down, he held my wrist blocking it. "Leave it alone, for tonight it seems to me you have already made enough mistakes." 

I winced at his words and sighed; he was right. My mind was a mess with what I had to deal with now.

We got out of the tub and put our clothes on, he looked so cute in the t-shirt and underwear I gave him. 

"Let me fix you some food." I suggested.

He nodded and followed me to the kitchen; he sat on the counter, watching me prepare the meal. We didn't speak, but the silence between us wasn't uncomfortable in any way.

After dinner he sat on my lap, his head resting on my shoulder. I kissed him on the head and ran my finger through his hair. His arms wrapped around me, hugging me tightly.

"Mum," he murmured.

"Yes, baby?" I hummed back. 

He lifted his head and held my gaze; he seemed hesitant about something. "My bad for having refrained you from pleasuring me before; I still had the image of you and your ex together imprinted on my mind," he explained. "But I'm getting better at staying close to you now." 

I smiled at him; his words warmed my heart. He leaned his head against my shoulder, and I kissed it again. "You are so sweet, baby."

He shifted position, facing me, and my hands pulled him into a deep kiss. His hands grabbed my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss. His tongue curled around mine; our kiss was deep and passionate.

"Mum." He whispered against my lips.

I pulled back and held his gaze. "What is it?"

"Your lips are so addictive; kiss me like you mean it," he exhorted me. 

My cheeks flushed at his words; I couldn't help myself and pressed my lips against his. "Like this baby?" I purred. 

His fingers caressed the back of my neck and pulled me deeper. "Mhmm, perfect." 

I laughed at his moan and deepened our kiss; my hands grabbed his ass and squeezed it. He jumped up into my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist. I carried him to his bedroom, still kissing each other. 

We plopped on the bed and sneaked under the duvet; he stationed above my body, and our tongues danced a tango of their own. His dick was hard against my stomach as we made out.

"Cutie pie, I think your dick wants more." I stated against his lips. 

"Even if you are turning me on terrifically, I prefer to wait till I'm feeling better." 

I pouted; it was my fault, and I deserved it. He leaned on his elbow and gazed at me; his dark eyes were so intense and captivating.

"If you want, I can eat you out, but nothing more," he offered. 

I bit my lip and considered his proposition; his mouth would feel amazing on me. 

"Would you do that?" I asked him.

He nodded as he pulled the duvet down and sat between my legs. "Let me feast on you, Mum." his voice was hoarse with lust. 

He kissed my inner thighs and then lapped at my pussy. His tongue parted my folds and swirled my clit. I arched my back off the mattress at the sensation. 

"You're so fucking good at this." I complimented. 

He looked up at me with a smirk. His fingers spread my pussy open and his tongue thrust inside of me; it felt like heaven having his tongue inside me.

"Oh shit, it's too much." I panted as he flicked his tongue around my walls. 

He pulled back and looked at me with confusion, his mouth dripping with my juices. "Is anything wrong?"

I shook my head, I just had to get used to the sensation. "Keep going, baby."

I watched him go back to work, his tongue was swiveling and licking me in perfect rhythm. His fingers spread me open and played with my pussy. His finger rubbed on my clit and pushed two inside of me.

My pussy clenched around his fingers as his tongue licked on my pussy. I felt his teeth gently grazing my clit; it was too much. I came hard with his fingers and tongue inside of me; my thighs were shaking as the pleasure crashed over me.

"Mmhm, so good." I praised him. 

His mouth moved up my body, kissing and licking every inch of me. He licked my nipples and kissed my neck. His tongue lapped at my mouth, and our tongues swirled together as we kissed again.

He snuggled into my embrace, and I rocked him like I would a child. He looked up at me with adoring eyes and kissed my lips softly.

"Mum, it seems to me that I'm quite effectively on your body," he teased.

" You don't even know how much." I reciprocated the kiss.

For the rest of the night we enjoyed our slumber, sharing the heat of our bodies. We woke up early in the morning for breakfast, his hand was wrapped around mine as we walked to the kitchen. 

We got ready for work, and I gave him a peck on the cheek. "Have a good day, baby."

"You too, Mum. See you later." He smiled and kissed my cheek back. 

I watched him walking out of the door; he looked so hot in his work uniform. His black coat hugged his shoulders well; his trousers clung to his ass and thighs. He waved back at me and disappeared around the corner.

I took the decision to get rid of all the clothes and pieces of jewelry Yuki had ever bought me; they would have been a constant reminder of the moment he kicked my son and insulted him. I was going to make myself a nice day with my son tonight, and nothing would ruin it for me.

I came home first; I had the idea of taunting my son so much he would have no choice but to take me on my desk. I knew him and his limits too well; I knew how much he hated being teased and pushed away. I wanted to see him lose control over himself and his senses.

I locked the door behind me and started undressing, letting all my clothes fall to the floor.

My bra got unhooked and my panties fell to my ankles; I kicked them away and stood there in my bare glory. My hands ran down my body and played with my tits, squeezing and pulling my nipples.

I proceeded to my office room and sat on my presidential chair, playing with myself. As the clock ticked closer to my son's arrival time, my anticipation grew. I got up and went to sit at my desk, spreading my legs wide.

I heard the sound of the key turning in the lock and the door opening. His footsteps echoed in the hallway; they were getting closer.

I could hear him breathing heavily as he walked inside my office. 

"Mum, I need to talk with you.” he exclaimed as he approached.

I turned my head and gave him a sultry grin. "Come here, baby, and we can talk." 

He blushed and came to stand before me; his hands gripped my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge. My legs went around his waist, and I hugged him tighter.

"What is it, baby? Don't you want to see your mother naked?" I asked as I ran my hands down his chest.

He stared at me, his face reddening in embarrassment. "Yes, it's not that," he countered as he stared at my tits.

I bit my lips as I leaned towards him, licking his lips softly. "Don't you want to kiss me? You said you were better." I taunted him. 

He groaned and pulled me off the desk; his lips crashed with mine. My tits were squashed against his chest as he pinned me down on the desk. His kisses were fiery and demanding, his tongue curling around mine.

I rubbed my pussy on his thigh and moaned. "That feels amazing." I hummed. 

He pulled his mouth off mine and looked down at me with lust. "You are teasing me again, aren't you?" he growled.

I shook my head in denial; his glare cut through me. He turned me around; his hands grabbed my hips and pulled my ass up to him. His hands slapped my ass and made me cry out.

"Don't tease me again; don't do that," he warned.

I nodded and bit my lip; his cock was hard and pressing against my ass. His hands rubbed my ass cheek and then spread it wide. He leaned in and licked my pussy from behind; I moaned at the sensation.

His mouth closed on my pussy and sucked hard, his tongue licking and swirling around. My moans echoed in the room, my toes curled as I felt my orgasm building up.

His tongue pushed inside my pussy, making me cum hard. His hand muffled my scream, and he licked my juices clean. 

His finger rubbed my clit as his mouth closed on it again; I came a second time in his mouth. My pussy clenched around him as he licked me clean.

"You feel so good, Mum," he praised me. 

I nodded and leaned back against him; he rubbed my stomach and back as I panted for breath. His cock was still hard against my ass.

"Maybe I should suck you off; would you like that, baby?" I teased him. 

I felt him shudder against me, his hands tightening on my body. He kissed my spine and moved to my neck, licking and kissing my skin.

"You're so naughty," he muttered. 

I turned around and leaned into his arms; his lips kissed me deeply. His hands cupped my ass and lifted me up in the air.

I wrapped my legs around him, and he carried me to the sofa, laying me down. His hand spread my legs wide, his dick pressed against my pussy.

"Look what you have done to me," he grumbled as he rubbed his cock against my pussy lips.

"You can just fill me up and calm yourself." I stated with a smirk.

He growled and rubbed himself again on my pussy lips; my juices ran down on my thighs as he did that. He pushed his cock inside of me slowly, filling me with all his inches.

"That feels so good; fill me up, baby." I moaned.

His moans joined mine as he started to thrust inside me. His pace was slow and deep, his balls slapping on my ass as he fucked me. My hands scratched on the sofa, and I writhed under him.

"You're so fucking tight," he grunted as he pushed into me harder.

"Your dick feels amazing inside of me." I complimented him.

His hand came up to squeeze my tit and pulled on my nipple. "You love being fucked like a little whore," he stated.

I moaned at his words and nodded. "I do, please fill me up more, baby." 

His hands lifted my legs in the air and bent my knees; he pulled out and pushed into my pussy with more force. His thrusts were hard and fast; I gasped at the feeling of him filling me so deep.

His hand rubbed my clit with vigor, making me see the stars. My orgasm crashes over me, my pussy clenching down on him. He cursed as my pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock for his cum.

"Fuck, you're cumming," he grunted.

I nodded; my pussy was squeezing him tight and hard. He gasped, and his cock twitched inside of me; he filled me with his cum. My pussy was overflowing with his seed. 

" Fuck I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cum in you," he apologized.

I patted his back as he pulled out of me, his cum dripping from my pussy to the sofa. "It's fine, baby." I assured. 

I got up and sat on the desk; he understood what I wanted and knelt in front of me. His mouth closed over my pussy and licked my juices and his cum clean.

"Mmmm, delicious," he hummed as he kissed my pussy. 

I cupped his head and pulled him closer; I could feel him stiffening again. His lips were hot against my skin as he licked and kissed me.

The doorbell rang as I was getting back into the mood; he cursed and got up. 

"I'll get it," he said as he left the room.

I didn't follow him as I heard him talking with the delivery man. He came back inside the office holding a box of pizza; he put it on the table and came back in between my legs.

"We are going to heat it up later; now you are more important," he told me as he parted my legs.

His head leaned in and started to lick my pussy; I moaned and held his head tight. He licked and sucked on my pussy, his fingers playing with my clit.

"That feels good, baby; please don't stop." I begged. 

He pulled off my pussy and smirked. "Beg me properly," he dared. 

My fingers tightened on his head. "Please suck my pussy, please." I pleaded.

He smirked and put his mouth back on me, licking and sucking my pussy. His fingers pushed inside of me and hooked upwards, hitting my spot.

My orgasm took me by surprise as it washed over me. His mouth sucked me dry and then licked my juices.

He moved his shaft against my folds without pushing in. His dick was hot against me, I whined in frustration.

"Please, fill me." I begged.

He chuckled and pushed inside me, his length stretching me and filling me to the brim. His hands gripped my hips, and he held me down on his shaft.

"You are going to take all of it, you hear," he growled. 

I moaned as he thrust inside of me hard and deep; my pussy took all of his length. His moans joined mine, the sound echoing in the room. 

His thrusts were harder and wilder than before, making me scream out his name. My thighs were trembling and my nails scratched the wood of the table. 

His fingers pinched my nipple, and his mouth sucked on it, his moans vibrating on my skin. His thrust got more desperate as I squeezed my pussy tight.

"Oh baby, you are going to make me cum," he grunted. 

"Fill me up, please." I begged again.

His cock twitched inside me, and he gasped out my name. His cock filled me with his seed; I moaned out in pleasure as his cum overflowed from me. His dick stayed hard in my pussy as we panted for breath.

His kiss was hot and deep on my lips, his hands running down my spine to my ass.

I purred as he pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs. "Bend over this beautiful desk," he demanded of me. 

I did as he told me, putting my hands on the wood and bending over. His hands spread my ass cheeks wide, his fingers pushing inside my pussy.

His head dipped down and his tongue licked my pussy, drinking all his cum. His fingers moved in and out of my pussy, his mouth licking and sucking on my clit.

My orgasm built up as I felt him pushing more fingers inside me. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" he asked.

I nodded, my walls clenched around his fingers. His head looked up at me as he continued to lick me. "Say it," he ordered.

" I'm going to cum baby." I admitted as my orgasm took over, my pussy spasming and squeezing his fingers. 

His tongue and fingers didn't stop as he licked my pussy and rubbed my walls. My second orgasm hit me as I shuddered under him.

I collapsed on the desk as his fingers pulled out of my pussy. He kissed the back of my knees and rubbed my legs softly. I watched him through my eyelashes; he seemed lost in his thoughts. His dick was still hard and dripping with my juice. 

He looked down at me and smirked as I rubbed my tits on his cock. " Do you have more energy for round three, mum?" he teased.

I smirked back and nodded, "I always have energy for my baby." I teased back. "Would he be brave enough to take my ass like my boyfriend should do?"

He smacked my ass cheeks. "So now I am your boyfriend, huh?" he questioned.

I shrugged; his hands rubbed my ass. "Are you not?" I asked back. 

His face was so adorable in thought, his fingers played with my ass cheeks. I could see his mind working on a decision. His hands closed around my waist and turned me around to face him; his cock was still hard and leaking. He rubbed it on my pussy lips, making me moan.

"Daddy, stop making me wait." I complained in a high-pitched tone, cringing within myself.

His expression hardened. "What did you just say?" he asked in a low tone. 

"I said, stop teasing me." I denied. 

He slapped my ass, and I whimpered. "Tell me again what you said," he asked again.

I blushed and looked down at the floor. "Daddy, please stop making me wait." 

He lifted my face up with his finger, his eyes looking into mine. "How many times do I have to ask you the same thing?" he chastised.

"Sorry, Daddy," I answered.

"You better be," he warned as he turned me around and bent me over the desk. He spanked my ass again, making me squeal.

He rubbed the sore spot and soothed me. "This time it's my turn to tease you," he murmured.

"Yes, Daddy," I replied. 

His hand spread my ass wide, and his cock pressed against my pussy. "Do you know how bad you make me feel? Do you know how much I want to fuck your ass?" He growled in my ear.

I nodded with my eyes closed; his breath was hot on my neck. He kissed and licked my spine, making me shudder with lust.

He wetted my rim with his saliva and pushed his pinky inside my ass; I gasped as he stretched me. "Breathe, breathe," he murmured.

He gave me time to get adjusted, then he moved his finger in and out. My walls clenching around it, the feeling was different from before. 

"That's good, baby." He praised me as he added a second finger. I gasped and shuddered as I got stretched wider. He fucked my ass slowly with his fingers; his tongue licked my rim.

"I need your dick." I whined.

His mouth sucked on the back of my neck, and his fingers moved harder. "Don't worry, baby, I'll take care of you," he assured me. 

He pulled out his fingers and rubbed my hole with his dickhead. I gasped at the sensation of him pressing on my rim, I was nervous of what he was going to do.

"Push back on me; it will help," he instructed. 

I did as he said and pushed back; his head entered me slowly. I felt him stretching me; I had never felt such a pleasure pain before.

His breath was hitching as he entered me slowly, his length filling me completely. He held himself there for a few minutes, letting me get adjusted. His hands ran on my back and down my ass.

His mouth kissed my neck as he leaned in on me, making me feel safe. "Mum, just give it a go, and I'll make you feel good," he assured.

I nodded; his head went back, and he pulled out slowly. He groaned as my walls clenched down on him; my ass was already feeling the pain of being stretched.

He thrust back inside of me faster this time, making me cry out. His hand covered my mouth to muffle my screams; his thrusts got harder and wilder.

His fingers rubbed my rim and played with my clit; I was cumming again on his dick. His moans were louder than mine as he took me harder.

"Ohhh baby, you're so tight," he cursed as he fucked my ass.

His dick twitched and jerked inside me as he filled my ass with his cum. I shuddered at the feeling and held myself on my arms, my legs trembling as the orgasm washed over me. I could hear him groaning behind me, his hand rubbing on my spine.

His cock stayed hard inside me, and he fucked me with it, making me take all of his cum. His cum is overflowing from my ass and dripping on my thighs.

I collapsed on the table as he pulled out his softening dick; I felt exhausted but sated. He rubbed my ass cheeks and cleaned my pussy and ass. He lifted me in his arms and carried me to bed.

He laid me down on the bed and put a pillow under my ass to elevate it. I pouted at him as I turned back to look at him. "Why did you do that?" I asked. 

He shrugged. "I thought you would want to be cleaned up," he replied with a smile.

I nodded as he went to the bathroom to get the wipes; I had noticed his hard-on dick, and I didn't feel like stopping him.

He came back and spread my legs and cleaned me slowly; his mouth licked my juices. He parted my ass cheeks and licked me clean, his tongue swirling around my hole.

I shuddered at the sensation of his tongue on my rim; it was a feeling so dirty and wrong yet so good. He licked me from behind as he fucked me with his fingers; I came on his mouth as he drank my cum.

His face was a mess with my juices as he looked at me; I couldn't help but laugh at him. He pouted at me but kissed my lips softly.

"I love you, Mum," he confessed.

I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him deeply. "I love you too, baby, with all my heart." I told him as I hugged him tightly.

He pulled me closer, his hard cock rubbing on me as we hugged. I looked at him with a mischievous look as I pushed him on the bed.

His eyes were confused as I sat on his dick, feeling the warmth of his dick entering me again. His breath hitched as his hands gripped my ass and pulled me down on him. I rode him hard and fast, our movements wild and sloppy. We were making proper love.

"You are insatiable," he complained. 

I smiled and licked his neck. "You can't take it, baby?" I teased.

He moaned and thrust into me as I rode him. He was filling me so good with his cock; I felt his dick twitching inside me again.

"Cum for me, baby." I encouraged him.

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My next two uploads are going to be about my favourite bunny in the world in two quite different scenarios.

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Oh, you write about other people besides Twice?

Do you take requests?

I will write about other idols who inspired me somehow, but mainly about Twice members. As for the request it’s a no for now

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Nanana

I've had long hair since I can remember, but it felt like the right time to trim it. When I looked at myself in the mirror, my face looked so different with this new haircut.

The hairstylist seemed to be at a loss for words. "Ma'am, this cut suits you incredibly well." 

I smiled at him, paid up, and headed home.

When I got back, my baby boy was at home studying. He's always been such a good boy; he never gives me trouble. He just needs some motivation to keep going.

I approached him and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed and said, "Mum, you look astonishing."

I blushed and lifted him in my arms, he weighed light a leaf.  "Thank you, darling."

He was still red as a tomato; he didn't even know where to put his hands. I slowly undressed until I was down to my underwear.

His eyes widened. "Mum, what are you doing?"

"Relax, baby boy, we are going to take a shower." I affirmed. " Tonight your mum will head out with some of her friends." He nodded his head; he knew he had to stay alone sometimes.

I got him dressed in his pyjamas and kissed him on his forehead. He went downstairs to watch something while I got ready to leave.

I opted for a black set of bra and panties that would accentuate my curves, along with some high heels and a skirt that showed off my legs. My outfit made me feel sexy as hell; I couldn't wait to go out tonight.

I called my son upstairs to give him a goodbye kiss. He walked into my room and stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes glued onto my cleavage.

"Mum... You look amazing," he whispered. His eyes wandered from my tits to my hips, then to my legs.

I smiled at him and patted his head. "You're such a sweet boy; thank you, darling." He was still looking at me with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mum, I don't want you to go." He confessed. His voice trembled as he wrapped his arms around my naked legs. He was rubbing them gently; I was sure he didn't realise what he was doing. I cupped his cheeks and tilted his head up to meet my gaze.

"Baby boy, I have to go. But you can sleep in my bed so we can cuddle all night when I come home," I proposed. He smiled at me and agreed.

I kissed him one last time on his lips; he held it for a little longer than usual, but I let him; I was his mother after all.

I left my flat and headed to meet my friends for dinner. The evening was quite nice; we laughed about silly things and enjoyed each other's company.

We ended the night by going clubbing. I danced like crazy and drank far too much alcohol. As predictable as a guy hitting on me, he was quite handsome. He was called Yuki; he was toned and tall; he had messy brown hair and brown eyes. He had a cute smile, and he smelt incredible.

We danced glued together, and his hands groped my waist and my ass; he tried to touch my tits, but I slapped his hand away; it wasn't the time yet. He did get discouraged and moved his lips on my neck, exploring every inch of it.

I was getting horny; I took his face between my hands and brought him close enough to lock our lips together. Our tongues intertwined, and I moaned into the kiss.

Yuki was shocked; he hadn't expected a woman like me to be so forward. We broke the kiss, both of us panting hard. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the exit.

Once outside, he asked."Want to go to my place or yours?"

"My place." I answered quickly. I wanted to fuck him before I forgot how he was done.

The cab ride was a crescendo of tension and anticipation. We were kissing each other without any shame.

I unlocked the door and walked in first when we got to my apartment. Yuki followed behind me and locked it again. He pushed me against the wall and resumed his assault on my mouth.

I felt like a teenager again, not caring about anything except him.

He pressed his body on mine, making me feel every inch of his muscular build. He started sucking on my collarbone and moved lower and lower until he reached my tits.

He pulled my top down, revealing my breasts. He gasped in awe, taking a breast in his mouth and starting to suck and lick it. It was absolute heaven, I moaned in delight as he switched between my two nipples. My pussy was soaking wet at this point.

Yuki grabbed me and hoisted me up; I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me into my bedroom.

Before we entered, I got off of him and proceeded into the room first. My baby was sleeping in the middle of the bed, looking like an angel.

I crawled on the bed, leaning on my side. He didn't flinch at my presence; he was sleeping soundly.

"Yuki, come inside." I whispered. In the meantime he had gotten naked; I gasped at the sight of his cock. It was huge and girthy; my pussy clenched in anticipation.

He lay beside me, giving me a sweet kiss. "Can I ask, who is he?" He said, pointing at my child. He wasn't awake yet, thank God.

"He is my son." I admitted shyly. Yuki smiled and said nothing more, instead opting for kissing my lips passionately.

I felt my son moving behind me, I hoped he wouldn't wake up yet, I really needed this release.

I rolled on my other side, giving Yuki my back. "You know what to do with my underwear." I mumbled. 

He unhooked my bra and slid it off my shoulders; he caressed my back softly and slowly started to pull down my panties. He threw them on the floor and resumed kissing my back.

His lips travelled from my shoulders down to my ass, which he gave a soft smack. He licked and sucked my ass cheeks, giving me goosebumps everywhere.

After he was satisfied with my butt, he leaned down behind me in a spooning position. He rubbed his cock against my pussy, teasing me. I tried to reach behind me to grab his dick and guide it into my pussy. But he blocked my hands.

"Not yet." He whispered. He kept rubbing himself against me, making my pussy drip with arousal.

Suddenly I felt my son waking up; he stretched and yawned, giving a big sigh. Yuki held still, his breath halted on my skin. I waited for what felt like hours to see if he woke up completely, but he settled back down.

Yuki exhaled in relief; I could feel his heart pounding on my back. He continued his tease, sliding his cock between my thighs, but not entering my pussy yet. He massaged my clit and played with it until I came hard.

I covered my mouth with my hands to avoid waking my son. He whimpered in his sleep.

Yuki wasted no time; he aligned his cock with my entrance and shoved it in with one thrust. I stifled another moan, biting on my fingers. I felt so full, his dick bottomed inside out with ease.

He stilled, letting me get used to his size; one of his hands roamed over my tits, squeezing and playing with them.

I tried to rock my hips backward, wanting him to start fucking me, but he didn't move.

 "Please..." I begged quietly. His other hand hovered over my vagina, moving his digits on my clit. I came once again, feeling my orgasm wash over me like a wave.

Finally, Yuki started pumping in and out of my cunt. His movements were slow and deliberate, making sure I felt his entire length.

 My tits jiggled with each thrust; I felt my pussy eating his dick with hunger.

He sped up his rhythm, fucking me like his life depended on it. His hands on my boobies tightened, squeezing them harshly. I moaned loudly, unable to hold it anymore.

Yuki slapped his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries. He fucked me faster, ramming his dick into me brutally. I was screaming behind his palm, quivering under his ministration, my orgasm rolling through my whole body.

Yuki grunted; he kept fucking me with all his might. "Ahhh." I moaned into his hand. 

The bed was shaking like crazy; my baby stirred once more. This time he sat up, rubbing his eyes confused. He opened them and found his mother being fucked mercilessly by a stranger. 

My son's eyes grew wide in shock, and his face paled. My mouth was still covered by Yuki's hand, preventing me from talking to him.

I bite on his palm, hoping to make him remove his hand. He finally understood and released my lips.

"Mum!" My son exclaimed, tears forming in his eyes. "What are you doing?" He asked hurtfully.

"Honey, I'm sorry." I whispered while Yuki didn't budge and continued fucking me.

The situation was getting embarrassing by the minute; my son was staring at me horrified.

I sighed. "Baby boy, this is Yuki. He is a friend."

My son looked at Yuki with confusion but didn't say anything. "Go back to sleep; I will explain everything in the morning." I reassured.

He shook his head. "No, I want to stay." He insisted.

I pouted. "Okay then, sit on the edge of the bed and watch." I told him.

Yuki withdrew his length. "Let's switch positions,” he said, pulling me on my knees. I leaned my chest on the mattress, my ass facing upwards.

Yuki smacked it with force, making me cry out. "You naughty girl." He growled. My son's eyes were fixed on my buttocks, his mouth hanging open.

"You liked it when I did that, didn't you?" Yuki questioned. I nodded enthusiastically.

He positioned himself behind me and plunged into me deeply. My pussy hugged his length eagerly; he grabbed my ass and fucked me rougher than ever.

My tits swung freely, slapping on the bed. My son stared at them intently; he was licking his lips unconsciously.

I cried out in pleasure; Yuki kept ramming inside me, his balls smacking loudly against my pussy. He groaned, grabbing my ass harshly. "You feel so good, you slutty bitch." He grunted.

My son's eyebrows furrowed; he looked offended at those words. I smirked and wiggled my butt enticingly.

Yuki spanked me again, eliciting a squeal out of me. "Dirty girl." He muttered.

I rocked back to meet his thrusts, my tits bouncing wildly. My son looked hypnotised by their movement, he was stroking himself through his pants. I winked at him; he turned bright red in embarrassment.

Yuki was getting close.” Turn around, I miss your lips," he panted.

I flipped over, allowing him to continue fucking me while lying on my back. He bent down and kissed me passionately. His tongue danced with mine, making love to my mouth.

I could feel his cock throbbing inside my pussy, stretching me out. I squeezed his length tight, trying to milk him dry. He moaned and picked up pace, his hips snapping fast.

"Ahhh." I screamed out as the most powerful orgasm hit me. "I'm cumming." I screamed at the top of my lungs.

My juice flooded his dick, making him slippery and allowing him to move easily. Yuki fucked me wildly; I came multiple times while he ravished me. My tits bounced violently; my son looked entranced by them.

Yuki tensed up; his moans turned into growls. "Ahhh, I'm going to cum." He announced. 

"Do it outside." I ordered him. I didn't want my pussy overflowing with his semen.

He groaned in frustration but obeyed my command. He pulled out of me and sprayed his cum on my belly and tits. He shot rope after rope, covering me completely in his load.

Yuki collapsed on my chest, panting heavily. "Fuck." He cursed.

"That was amazing." I giggled and gave him a peck on the lips. "But now leave. I need to handle this situation."

He stood up and gave my son a nod. "Goodnight." He wished him well and left the room.

I sat on the bed beside my baby, looking at his flushed cheeks. "Are you okay, baby boy?" I asked.

He nodded and whispered. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be; I love you whatever you do." I cooed. He sighed and snuggled into my arms.

"Did you enjoy watching me and Yuki?" I questioned.

"Yes." He mumbled. "And no." He added. He looked conflicted.

I squeezed him. "What did you not enjoy?" I probed.

"The things he said to you." My son whispered. "They were mean; he shouldn't talk to you like that." He explained.

"Oh, baby, don't worry about it. He meant those as compliments."

My son frowned; he wasn't convinced. I kissed his head. "Come here." I said.

I scooped him up in my arms and brought him to lie on the mattress. I cleaned myself with a bunch of wet wipes in front of him; his blue eyes were eating me up.

"Lie next to me." I demanded. He did so hesitantly, his eyes wandering from my boobs to my crotch.

I took my breasts in my hands and squeezed them together. "Like these?" I asked him.

He nodded enthusiastically; he was practically drooling. I brought a tit close to his mouth and whispered, "Taste."

He latched onto my nipple, sucking it like he was hungry. I groaned loudly as he played with my breasts.

"Baby, please." I whined. I felt like he was awakening something inside me.

He sucked and licked my tits with gusto, switching between the two enthusiastically. My pussy started dripping again; his innocence was turning me on so much.

I pushed my tit further into his mouth; he started to gag but kept sucking. I shuddered and came on him; his spit dripped down my breast.

I pulled him up for a kiss. "You're an amazing kisser." I complimented.

He smiled at me shyly, his lips red from my lipstick. He got bolder poking his tongue in my mouth. I moaned and allowed him to explore my mouth thoroughly.

I wrapped my arms around his small frame; his body was on fire. His chest rubbing against mine was setting my pussy on fire.

I broke the kiss. "Is there anything else you'd like to do?" I offered.

He stared at me with more lust than I could expect; his fingers moved my hair away from my eyes. "Anything that stranger did to you."

His words sent chills down my spine; I smiled seductively. "Okay, baby boy." I consented.

I rolled on the bed and showed my bare pussy to him. "Look at how wet you made me, you little scamp." I teased.

His eyes were glued to my cunt; he swallowed thickly. Mum,"" he said. His voice was shaky. "Please..."

"What is it, baby?" I cooed.

He pointed at my pussy, his cheeks burning. "May I touch?" He begged. His voice sounded almost pitiful.

"Of course you may." I encouraged.

He scooted closer to my crotch, his finger hovering on my folds. He dipped his finger inside, making me gasp.

"Oh baby, that feels great." I praised him. "Keep touching me." 

He explored my cunt slowly, learning every crevice of my pussy. "How does this feel?" He asked curiously.

"It feels amazing, like you're caressing my soul." I praised. He chuckled and kept fingering me.

My son's fingers were clumsy but perfect; he hit every spot inside my cunt perfectly. My tits wiggled as I rode his fingers; I grabbed my breasts and squeezed them tightly.

"Mum." He whispered, his eyes looking at me adoringly. "May I taste?" He asked shyly.

"Yes, baby." I replied without hesitation. 

He lowered his head in between my thighs and licked my slit. His tongue was clumsy at first, but he got the hang of it pretty quickly.

He sucked my labia in his mouth, flicking his tongue over my clit. I was so sensitive to Yuki, it didn't take much to send me into oblivion. 

"Ahhh, I'm cumming, baby." I cried out. "Suck harder." I urged him.

My son hummed in agreement; his mouth worked its magic on my pussy. My juices dripped on his chin, but he didn't mind; instead, he sucked harder. I orgasmed like crazy, shivering under his ministrations.

My son removed his tongue from my pussy, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You taste better than my favourite juice."

I chuckled, pulling him into a hug. "Thank you, baby, I think you are pretty tasty too."

He smiled widely and buried his face into my shoulder. "More, I want more of you," he whispered.

I smirked widely. "To have more, you have to remove your clothes." I hinted. He nodded and got naked.

I watched him, my eyes feasting on his skinny body. I noticed he had an erection; he looked embarrassed about it.

"Don't worry, baby, it's normal." I assured. His fully erect cock was a sight to behold; I grabbed his hands and placed them on my tits. 

"You know how to play with these." I reminded him.

He grinned mischievously and started kneading my boobs harshly. "Ow." I protested weakly.

He apologised. "Sorry, Mum, I forgot you're sensitive." He murmured.

I smiled and grabbed his cock, bringing it close to my mouth. "Open your legs wider." I commanded. He complied without question.

I licked his cockhead, swirling my tongue around his pee hole. He moaned loudly at the sensation.

I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his length until he hit the back of my throat. He tasted salty but not bad; my baby was clean after all.

He gripped my hair in a fist and started thrusting into my mouth. I relaxed my throat, allowing him to fuck it as deep as possible.

"Ahah, Mum." He cried out. "I'm going to come soon."

I sucked on his length eagerly; I wanted to taste his load. He grunted and filled my mouth with his hot cum. 

I swallowed all of it and cleaned his dick with my tongue. He fell on his back, breathing heavily. 

"I'm tired." He confessed. 

I chuckled. "Hold on, baby." I purred. "The best is yet to come."

His eyes shone bright at those words. "Really?" He asked excitedly.

I nodded. "Lay down on the bed." I instructed.

He complied, his cock already showing signs of life. I straddled his lap and sat on his thighs, my pussy inches away from his cock.

I grabbed his dick and brought it to my entrance, pushing him inside me slowly. My cunt hugged him tight; he moaned at the feeling.

"You're so tight." He commented. I smirked and started to bounce on his cock; I felt him filling my walls perfectly.

I ground on his length, moaning as he stretched my pussy out. His cock twitched inside me, and his hips rose to meet my thrusts.

"You feel amazing, Mum." He whispered. I bit my lip and rode him faster, my tits bouncing wildly.

"Ahh." He gasped. "Faster."

I obliged, impaling myself on his length roughly. His eyes glowed brightly as he watched me.

His hand sneaked down to rub my clit; his thumb brushed over my nub. My pussy contracted; my muscles spasmed around his cock. 

"I'm going to cum." I warned. I didn't stop; instead, I bounced harder, wanting to milk his cock dry.

His hips snapped upwards, fucking me as hard as he could. I cried out, squirting all over the place; my body collapsed on him.

His mouth attacked my tits, sucking them roughly. I moaned, grinding myself on his still-hard cock. He rolled me over and pinned me under his small body. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

"Now it's my turn." He declared.

He fucked me wildly, slamming his hips into mine. "Ahh, baby." I cried out, my tits swinging to and fro. I was riding a new wave of pleasure. 

"Take all of me." I moaned. I felt my second orgasm building up.

Yuki's words echoed in my ear. 'You naughty girl.' I felt empowered by the phrase, and I started calling myself dirty names.

"Fuck your whore mum." I moaned. "Make her cum."

He grunted, fucking me harder. His grip on my wrists tightened, and I felt the pressure build up in my belly. 

"Harder." I demanded, lifting my hips to meet his. 

His balls slapped against my ass loudly; he pounded into me relentlessly. I clenched around his shaft and came like crazy.

I screamed out loud, my voice echoing in the room. He didn't falter his rhythm, fucking me through my orgasm.

I felt his cock swell inside me, he shouted. "Ahah, I'm cumming."

He exploded inside me, bathing my womb with his seed. He collapsed on top of me, panting like a dog.

"That was amazing." He breathed.

I smiled widely, kissing his lips. "We aren't done yet."

His eyes lit up; he grinned at me. "Really?"

I nodded. "Sit on the edge of the bed."

He complied. I straddled him and sat down on his dick, taking it into my pussy fully.

My baby gasped in shock; I held still for a few minutes. I leaned back and lay on his chest; his hands held my hips and kept me steady.

I stayed in this position, feeling my son's cock throb inside me. After a few minutes, he was ready to fuck again.

His mouth attacked my neck, sucking it softly. His hands made me grind on his dick. I moved my hips up and down, fucking him slowly. 

His mouth trailed down to my tits; he licked and sucked them greedily. "You have amazing breasts." He complimented.

"Thank you, baby." I cooed, moaning loudly. He was playing with my nipples, pinching them and tugging them.

He kissed his way to my lips, swallowing my moans with his mouth. I could feel his cock twitching inside me; I moved faster and deeper.

His breath hitched. "Mum..." he warned.

His cock bottomed out inside me, making me scream in pleasure. I clamped my legs around him, keeping him deep in my cunt. 

"Fuck me, baby." I pleaded. He did just that, fucking me so deep I thought his cock was going to split my pussy in half. 

I came so hard I lost count, his cock milking my cunt for every drop of my arousal. His teeth sunk into my collarbone, his hips moving erratically.

"Yuki had fucked me much better." I taunted, slowing down my rhythm.

He glared at me and made me take his cock as hard as I could. "Nasty girl, mocking me to get fucked more." He growled.

He slammed his hips against me, my pussy clamping on his cock desperately. "Yes, baby, use those dirty words." I begged.

He grunted in frustration. "Nasty whore." He groaned. His fingers dug into my hips, bruising the skin.

"Harder." I yelled. I wanted him to break me in half with his cock. I lifted my ass and impaled myself on him again and again.

His cock swelled inside my pussy; he was about to come. "Ahh, Mum, I'm coming." He shouted.

He spurted inside my cunt, filling me with his warm load. He fucked me through his orgasm, making me quiver underneath him.

We collapsed back on the mattress; he was holding me tight, his cock still twitching inside my pussy. 

"Mum, that was incredible." He admitted, his voice sounding dazed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I smiled and kissed his lips lightly. He held me tighter, not wanting to let go.

I wrapped my legs around him and rested my head on his chest. He stroked my hair soothingly. "Sleep, baby boy; tomorrow we are going to talk." I whispered.

Morning arrived; the air was still in my bedroom. My baby boy was asleep on my chest, his breathing heavy.

We were sweaty and stinky; we need to get cleaned. I dismounted him carefully and got to the bathroom to run the water for a bath.

I turned back to my room and crawled to him. I brushed his hair out of his face and kissed him gently. "Wake up, baby boy."

His eyes fluttered open, his blue orbs meeting my black ones. He smiled at me shyly and sat up. He yawned and stretched his body.

He looked at me confused. "Where am I going?" He asked.

"Bath." I explained simply.

He got off the bed, following me to the bathroom. We got into the tub, sitting in front of each other. I poured some shampoo on my hand and washed his hair tenderly.

After he was clean, he returned the favour. He lathered up his hands with soap and started washing my body slowly.

His fingers roamed over my breasts, making me shiver. He kissed my neck and trailed his mouth down to my shoulders, his lips ghosting over my skin.

I sighed in contentment. "This is so nice." I murmured.

He hummed in response and continued his work. He cleaned my belly, his fingertips trailing over my hipbones. 

He reached down and soaped up my thighs, spreading them apart to clean in between. I gasped as he touched my pussy.

"Relax, Mum, I won't touch your private parts." He promised.

His hand lingered on my inner thigh for a few seconds before continuing to clean the rest of my body.

We rinsed ourselves and dried each other. Once we were done, he asked. "Do you want breakfast in bed?"

I smiled. "Yes, that sounds lovely."

He nodded and left my room to prepare us food. I changed into a simple robe and lay down on the bed.

Twenty minutes later he walked back carrying a tray of food. There were pancakes and fresh fruits, along with some juices.

We ate our meal happily, feeding each other bites. Once we finished, I cleared the plate and put it aside.

"So, what do you think happened last night?" I asked curiously. He looked at me for a second, deciding how to answer.

"As far as I'm concerned, we copulated a few times; I definitely fancied every single second of it," he stated seriously. "I beg your pardon, but restrain from bringing strangers into this house; it's unpleasant for me and not necessary."

I looked at him in surprise; he sounded so mature and adult. "Of course, baby, only you and me." I agreed.

He smiled in satisfaction. "Good." He paused. "No more strangers roaming around you."

I chuckled at his possessiveness and sat him in my lap; my hand ran through his hair. "Only you, baby boy, I promise."

He melted into my embrace, his head resting on my shoulder. He closed his eyes and relaxed; he felt safe and loved.

"Mum, can we go to the park later?" He requested softly.

"Sure, we can do that." I nodded. He sighed in happiness and snuggled deeper in my arms.

I held him close, running my fingers through his silky hair. We stayed like this for a while, enjoying each other's company.

After a while he got up from my lap. "I need to brush my hair and wear something comfortable." He informed me. I nodded and let him go.

A few minutes later he appeared wearing some shorts and a shirt. He looked adorable, his black hair combed back neatly.

"Ready?" I asked. He nodded and took my hand, leading me out of my flat.

The walk to the park was enjoyable; the weather was sunny but breezy. We were holding hands, walking side by side. 

Once we got to the playground, I sat on a bench, watching my baby run and play with the others.

I was wearing a simple dress, but my tits were clearly visible. Some of the fathers were ogling me, it made me giggle. 

After a while Yuki messaged me asking me out. I replied dryly. "That was a one-night stand and nothing more." I texted. "Also, I'm not interested; I have someone else." I concluded.

The day passed peacefully; we spent some quality time together. He climbed on the jungle gym and waved at me, his grin reaching his ears.

I waved back at him and blew a kiss; he pretended to catch it and put it in his pocket. He jumped off and ran towards me.

Once he reached me, he straddled my lap and hugged me tight. "Can we go home?" he begged.

"Just if you let me carry you." I replied, knowing how much he hated to be treated like a kid. 

He pouted, making my heart skip a beat. "Okay, but you owe a favour." 

I hoisted him up in my arms and carried him like a baby, his arms around my neck. His face nestled on my neck, his lips brushing my skin occasionally.

We walked back home, enjoying the silence of the evening. I laid him down on my bed and tucked him in, giving him a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Wait for me; don't fall asleep." I ordered him to leave for the dressing room. I needed to change into something comfy for the night.

I went to the closet and slipped off my dress. I opted for grey underwear; I desired to let my baby have fun again. I walked back in my bedroom and found him sleeping.

I crawled next to him and spooned him from behind, giving a kiss on his shoulder. His scent invaded my senses; he smelt so good.

He woke up and rubbed his eyes. "Mum..." he murmured, turning around to face me. His eyes landed on my tits and widened.

"Nice bobbies." He appraised.

"Thanks, baby." I chuckled; his compliment warmed my heart.

"You want to play some more?"

He nodded eagerly. I pulled him on top of me and started playing with his hair. "What do you want to do?" I questioned.

His face reddened; he seemed unsure on how to reply. I laughed at him. "Come on, baby boy, tell me."

He gulped. "Kiss." He muttered quietly. His request surprised me, but I decided to comply.

I pulled him in for a kiss, his lips opening slightly as he let our tongues intertwine. His kisses became hungrier; he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled it lightly.

I moaned into the kiss, feeling desire pool in my stomach. His little hands wandered over my body, making goosebumps appear on my skin.

He pulled away from the kiss. "Touch me, Mum." He pleaded. 

I smirked at him. "Where do you want me to touch you?"

He gestured at his cock, which was poking out of his shorts. I reached down and cupped it in my hand, stroking it lightly.

His head fell back, his mouth opening in a silent moan. I continued to stroke him, his cock growing harder in my palm.

He started rocking his hips, humping my hand. His eyes met mine; they were blazing with lust. 

"Take off your clothes." I whispered. 

He nodded and stripped himself out of his clothing. I admired his small frame; his muscles weren't defined, but he was lean and sexy.

I pushed him on his back and took his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the tip. He gasped loudly, his hand tangled in my hair.

"Shit, Mum, you're amazing," he groaned.

I smiled and sucked his cock into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. His cum leaked onto my tongue; it tasted bitter but not unpleasant. 

I pulled away to catch my breath; he looked at me pleadingly. "Please don't stop." He begged.

I licked my lips and swallowed his length again. I sucked him faster this time, my tongue working the underside of his dick. 

His hips started bucking, fucking my mouth harshly. I gagged around him; he apologised for being too rough. 

He grabbed my head and kept it in place, fucking my face brutally. His moans filled the room, his eyes wild with pleasure.

His thrust became erratic; he was close to coming. "Aaaaah, Mum," he cried out.

He exploded in my mouth, spurting rope after rope of cum down my throat. I swallowed all of it and licked his cock clean.

He lay down panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I crawled on his lap, straddling him and lining his cock with my pussy.

I sank down on him slowly, making sure he was comfortable. He hissed in pleasure, his length hitting my cervix. 

"You're so deep." He moaned, his fingers digging into my hips.

I started to move up and down, my tits swaying wildly. His hands came up to squeeze them, his thumbs tweaking my nipples.

I rode him fast, bouncing on his cock hard. He moaned in bliss, his hands grasping my tits harshly.

"Harder, Mum." He urged.

I sped up my rhythm, impaling myself on him brutally. "Look at how wet you make me." I praised him, rubbing my clit roughly.

His eyes widened in shock. "So wet..." he gasped.

I clenched around him, his cock swelling inside my pussy. "You're so big." I moaned.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. Our lips met again, our tongues dancing together.

I felt my orgasm building up; I needed more. I moved my lips to his neck, sucking a mark on his skin.

"I'm a naughty girl." I whispered in his ear. "All wet for you." I licked his earlobe.

He growled, pounding me in the earnest, his lips reciprocating my kisses. "Bad girl." He agreed, his fingers pinching my nipple.

I moaned loudly, grinding myself on him. He matched my rhythm, slamming into me roughly. "That's it, fuck me, baby boy." I urged.

He grunted, his hips pistoning into me wildly. My tits bounced in his face; his tongue licked them eagerly.

"Baby boy." I whispered, my orgasm approaching. "You feel so good."

His lips captured mine in a kiss. I shuddered around him, clenching his cock tight. He kept fucking me through my orgasm; he was relentless.

"More." He demanded, his voice low and raspy.

I agreed and lay back on the mattress, my legs spread wide. He followed me; he rubbed the head of his dick on my sensitive clit, and my hands flew to cover my pussy.

"No, no, no." I cried out. "Too much." My voice sounded strained.

He smirked and slapped my hands away, rubbing his cockhead on my clit. I sobbed, my orgasm still rolling through my body.

"Naughty girl." He taunted and carefully plunged his shaft inside of me.

He leaned on my body, his mouth kissing and sucking on my lips. His hands roamed over me, one of them settling on my clit.

He rubbed my nub in circles, his hips pumping into me slowly. His mouth trailed down my neck to my tits, sucking on them gently.

I gasped and writhed under him, my orgasm building again. "Don't stop, baby." I begged.

His thrust sped up, fucking me roughly. His cock was bottoming out inside of me, hitting my cervix with every thrust.

"Bad girl." He murmured. "Look at you begging for my cock."

I nodded frantically, desperate to get him to fuck me harder. His hips snapped into mine; he fucked me with total abandon.

My orgasm crashed into me, my body convulsing. I felt my pussy flooding with arousal, his cock slipping easily inside of me. 

He moaned and continued fucking me, his breath hot on my ear. "I'm going to fill you up, naughty girl." He warned.

I came again and again, my body shivering. "Please, baby." I begged, my voice barely audible. 

He ravaged me, slamming his dick into me like his life depended on it. I orgasmed once more, my cunt clamping on him hard.

"Your cunt is eager to suck me dry." He grunted. He fucked me fast, his balls slapping loudly against my ass. 

He stilled suddenly, his moans filling the air. He exploded inside me, shooting rope after rope of his seed.

His lips brushed against mine, his tongue tasting me gently. He rolled off me, collapsing next to me.

I felt exhausted but happy. I cuddled him in my arms, his head finding a spot on my shoulder.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"You're welcome, baby." I kissed his forehead and hugged him tight.

We slept like that for a long time, wrapped in each other's embrace. We woke up late, the sun shining brightly on us.

He stretched his small body and snuggled against my boy. His hand squeezing boobies, he was clearly in love with them.

"What's your plan for today?" I asked, running my fingers through his silky hair.

"Spending time with you is the only thing I care about; the kind of activities we do are the same with you by my side," he answered, meaning his words. 

I blushed at his sweet words; I really loved spending time with my baby boy. He was so attentive and caring. 

We spent the rest of the week together, fucking whenever we wanted. I discovered he loved oral sex, both giving and receiving. 

One evening I woke up with a wet pussy; I realised he had been playing with my cunt while I was sleeping. He sucked my clit hungrily, making me squirm under his attention.

"Bad boy." I chastised him, but secretly loved every moment of his ministrations.

He licked my pussy with gusto, slurping my arousal greedily. I came on his tongue, crying out in pleasure. 

He pulled back and smiled widely at me. "Tastes delicious." He praised.

I chucked and pulled him into a kiss, licking my juices from his mouth. "You're so talented." I complimented.

He glowed in pride at my praise. "I'll try to do better," he promised.

"Oh, you are not going to get free with your sweet words; now you have aroused me." I retorted, smirking.

He blushed; he was still my little adorable baby. "What do you want me to do?" his voice was full of lust.

"So far you have been excellent; you have been mastering everything I ask you to do." I praised him. "Now I want you to give attention to the last hole you haven't touched yet."

I turned on my side and presented my ass to him, my pussy still dripping with arousal. "Please don't be too rough." I begged. 

His hands roamed over my backside; he kissed the spot where his hand had connected. "I promise I'll be careful." He vowed.

He lapped at my arsehole, making me gasp. I never knew rimming was so good; his tongue felt amazing on my starfish.

"Ohh fuck, yeah." I moaned. "Lick it harder." I demanded.

He sucked and licked my ass, his tongue probing my hole lightly. I cried out in pleasure, my pussy soaking my thighs.

His hand sneaked down to rub my clit; he played with my nub expertly. I was in heaven; he was playing my body like an instrument.

"Bad boy." I gasped. "Too much." My orgasm approached; I was ready to come.

He inserted his tongue into my hole, making me shudder in pleasure. I clamped on it hard, his finger rubbing my clit furiously.

I came like crazy, screaming out my pleasure. "Ahahah, keep going, baby." I pleaded.

He kept licking and sucking my ass, adding another finger to rub my G-spot. His fingers moved in a curl motion, rubbing my nub perfectly.

I orgasmed again and again, losing count. His tongue was magic; he knew exactly where and how to lick me.

He inserted another finger into my ass, making me cry out in pain. His fingers worked me slowly, expanding my hole.

When he deemed it, I went on all fours, raising my butt in the air. "I'm going to fuck you." He warned.

I nodded, desperate for him to penetrate me. He lined up his cock and slowly slid into me.

His cock stretched me out, filling me whole. His hips moved slow and steady, allowing me to adjust to his length.

Once he was fully seated inside of me, he sped up his rhythm, fucking me in the earnest. His cock was so deep inside of me I felt like I was going to split in half.

My body trembled under his ministrations; he pounded me like a man possessed. He reached down to rub my pussy, making my cunt clamp on his shaft.

"Ahah, baby boy." I cried out. My body shook like a leaf; I couldn't hold my orgasm in.

He growled in my ear. "Don't hold back; I fancy seeing you coming."

I came loudly, my body convulsing under him. My pussy squirted with force, coating everything beneath. 

His free hand ran through my short hair, his mouth biting my earlobe. "You're so dirty for me." He whispered. His words set me off again, making me climax harder.

He kept fucking me ruthlessly, my body unable to take more. My pussy was sore and my ass hurt, but I couldn't help the needy noises that escaped my lips.

"Fill me up." I begged him.

"Ask it properly." He rubbed my clit more intensively. 

"Please fill my arsehole with your cum, daddy." I cried out.

"Daddy?" He raised his eyebrow in amusement. I shrugged; I didn't have the energy to explain my reasons.

"Tell me why you call me 'daddy' or I won't finish you off." He warned me. 

I turned my head to face him. "Because it makes me horny, and you own me, Daddy." I replied honestly.

He grinned at me, his cock swelling inside me. "Then call me again," he commanded.

"Daddy, please, I need you to come in my ass." I begged.

He moaned and picked up the pace, going in and out of my back door like a piston. His fingers tweaked my nipples; his mouth sucked and bit my neck.

"Fuck me, daddy." I whimpered, his cock hitting a spot inside me that made me see stars.

His hands spanned my waist, pulling me onto his cock. He bottomed out inside my ass, making me scream.

His teeth sunk into the crook of my neck. "Dirty girl, look at how much cum you produce," he whispered. His thumb rubbed my clit furiously, sending me into oblivion.

His name spilt from my lips repeatedly. "Daddy, daddy, daddy." I called out, my body trembling like crazy.

He exploded inside of me, his cum leaking down my leg. I clenched around him as hard as I could, milking him for more.

He kept thrusting into me through his orgasm, his teeth marking my skin. "Such a nasty slut for me." He grunted.

His words set me off one last time, my body shaking so hard I was afraid I would collapse. 

He rolled me on my back and kissed me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth. I returned the kiss fervently, his taste making me drunk.

When we broke apart for air, he smiled at me lazily. "You look adorable, covered in our nasty fluids." He complimented.

I chuckled. "You should see yourself, Daddy."

His hand groped my breasts and ass; he was claiming his ownership.

"I love you, baby boy," I admitted.

"I love you too, Mum," he replied. We cuddled together, enjoying each other's warmth. 

"We might burn in the heavenly fire, but I don't give a damn fuck till I'm with you." I kissed his lips like it was for good.