105 — In Her Eyes III (NSFW)

Mia’s POV:

The world tilted again, faster this time, like a carnival ride that had forgotten its safety bar. One heartbeat she was a puddle of warm, satisfied goo; the next, she was airborne, legs dangling, cum still cooling on her stomach, Jae-il’s hands clamped under her thighs as he lifted her like she weighed nothing.

His cock—still impossibly, insultingly hard—slapped against her ass with a wet thwack that made her yelp.

“Jae-il—!”

The protest died in her throat, swallowed by the low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

He pivoted, two long strides, and her back met the cool plaster of the living room wall. The impact rattled one of the many framed photos. “I said all night.” He reminded her. “I’m a man of my word.”

He shifted his grip, hooking her knees over his elbows, spreading her open like a book. The angle was obscene. Her own slick, mixed with his earlier release, dripped down the inside of her thigh in a slow, filthy trail.

“Still with me, Noona?” Jae-il’s thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, smearing the gloss she’d worn to the café. “Or did I already fuck the fight out of you?”

The taunt lit a match under her skin. She bared her teeth in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Try harder.”

It was all the invitation he needed.

He captured her in a bruising kiss as he pushed, merciless, all the way in to the hilt.

She was going to be sore tomorrow, no doubt about it. Achy, throbbing, used. She could not wait.

Each slam of his cock set her bones aflame.

She latched onto the meaty part of his shoulder. And she bit, hard, scraped, drawing out the very thing he craved the most. The pleasure and the pain.

His head whipped around with a grunt and a jerk. The muscles of her neck stretched as her hair pulled at her scalp, a sweet agony in and of itself.

He pistoned, pumping in and out of her. Fucking her, into a damn pulp, slamming her cervix again and again, drawing the air out of her lungs, giving her only seconds of reprieves to take shallow sips before starting up again. "Oh shit—ahnng!"

She groaned, a loud, shameful sound that bounced off the living room walls. It should've scared her, that someone might overhear them, but her body was singing an aria of pure lust, and he was taking her there again, coaxing the tension higher with the way his thick, fat girth was ramming into her.

"I... you can't... oh! It's not..." Mia clawed at him, her sharp nails digging into his broad, solid shoulders. Her words were a disjointed jumble, senseless and incoherent, and the last thread of her sanity was so frayed by the relentless thrusting that it didn’t take long for it to snap. "Anngg! Ahnnng! I'm—!"

All it took was one rough thrust, the slap of his balls against her ass, to push her over the edge again. "Oh! Oh! Uh! Ahnng! I'm—I'm coming—!!"

The muscles of her core tightened around his cock, the sharp clamping down triggering Jae-il, his moan echoing deep in her own throat as she kissed him.

Fucked beyond coherent thought, she wasn't even aware when he pulled out, didn't even hear the sounds of his grunts. All she felt was his release spilling onto her abdomen again. The rush of his thick, warm seed splashed on her chest, dripping down her nipples, trailing down the flat plane of her stomach.

Her toes curled up, her eyelids fluttering. A few moments passed before Jae-il finally put her down.

Mia sank to her knees, the tremors that ran up and down her legs making standing an exercise in balance. Her thighs were slick with sweat and sex, her pussy still fluttering around emptiness. She groggily looked up at Jae-il, expecting to see him in a similar state of disarray.

Instead, he stood in front of her, barely winded, cock still hard despite having orgasmed twice. The only hint that he had been engaging in any sort of strenuous activity was the sheen of sweat that coated his forehead and the rest of his gloriously naked body. Mia sat there, paralyzed, blinking, barely noticing the rivulets of his come snaking down her skin, unable to comprehend the sheer unfairness of a single penis.

Wasn't there some sort of refractory period men had to endure? Shouldn't he have been exhausted at this point? He shouldn't look like he could still keep fucking her senseless, and he certainly shouldn't look like he wasn't quite done with the entire evening. Jae-il also wore a look of surprise as he stared down at his own erection.

His cock jumped a little, a faint pulse rippling up and down the shaft, but stayed mostly hard, veiny and flushed, curved ever-so slightly upwards.

"Noona..."

“How—?!” Mia croaked, the word scraping out like gravel. Her knees throbbed against the hardwood, but she couldn’t feel the pain; every nerve was still crackling from the aftershock. She stared at the thing bobbing in front of her face, glossy with their combined mess. "That's... that's illegal!"

And unfair. FUCK.

Jae-il barked a laugh, breathless but triumphant. "You should see your face, Noona." He leaned down to ruffle her hair in a brotherly sort of gesture, like she was the same child who had pestered him for piggyback rides, and not the devilish, hot Noona she grew up to be.

She mustered enough strength to slap his arm. But her arms were shaky and had barely any weight. "Go to hell!" She grumbled, shaking her head. "Seriously. Are we done? Or are you going for thirds?"

He didn't answer immediately. The fingers in her hair flexed a little. She blinked, bleary-eyed and hazy. He didn't need to say a word, really, the way he dragged his eyes hungrily over the ruin he'd made of her did the trick.

"Well, since you're obviously in no condition to continue..." He trailed off, and for a moment she believed him—believed that she'd finally get a bit of respite. That, until, the smug grin that took his lips. "But we could probably keep going. After all, we still haven't used the bed. Which is quite disappointing. Or the bath. Or the kitchen counter. I'd really like to try the kitchen counter..."

She barely held back her groan. But there was still a vindictive fire in her, one that refused to simply admit defeat. “Bastard…”

He merely chuckled.

...

For Mia, everything moved in a blur of color and sound.

There was the warmth, a whole lot of wetness, a quick flash of dimpled light through her half-closed eyelids. There were soft murmurs in her ears.

A soothing hand moved through her damp, tangled hair, then yanked. A hiss escaped both Mia and Jae-il at the same time.

The truth was that Jae-il had mercilessly bent her over the kitchen counter, her bosom flattened across the marbled surface. A whimper escaped her lips when he forced his hand under her hips, lifting her body from the floor so her back was slightly arching and her bottom sticking out like a vulgar whore.

"No one else will ever bend you over like this..."

Was that possessiveness she'd just heard in his tone?

A slap, just where her right cheek and thighs met, made her heart miss a few beats and sent her body in convulsions.

"J-Jae-il, damn it!"

She could barely muster enough strength to turn back and scowl at him. "Fuck." She grunted and shuddered when his purple-pink eyes seemed to be the only source of light she could fix herself upon. It was... unusual. Eyes weren't supposed to do that, surely.

Another slap came in the same area. She yelped, her backside muscles flexing.

The abuse was smoothly followed by a trail of hot, feathery kisses on her back, all the way down to her reddened, stinging cheek. Mia hissed.

"Does it hurt, Noona?"

Her stomach tightened and fluttered.

She bit her bottom lip in shame.

"No..."

She muttered.

Shame because she was getting even wetter.

Then, almost like he could read her mind and guess at every little twisted want, his hand was at her back again, smoothing along her spine and wrapping around the side of her neck. Her whole body trembled, her breaths growing thinner and more rapid.

What...

She braced her forearms against the cold marble surface as Jae-il, with his other hand, guided her bottom out. Making her tight cheeks bulge and showing him her swollen and wet flower. Her neck was in an uncomfortable yet thrilling position. "It... ahnng..."

She trailed off, trying to ignore the sudden pain at the base of her neck, followed by a numbing sensation she couldn't explain.

"Tell me what you want, Noona."

He spoke, his lips, those perfect, tantalizing, soft things, grazed her ear as he hovered over her, trapping her between his tall, lean, athletic and undeniably muscled body and the marbled counter. His arms were a cage around her, leaving no room to move. Her knuckles grew white. She gritted her teeth and growled. "Just fuck me, damnit."

As if a switch had been flipped, Jae-il shoved his cock, hot and full, inside her. So swiftly and brutally, there was no room for protests or whimpers. The action startled a grunt out of him, the impact pushing a loud yelp out of Mia.

He fucked her, drove into her, relentlessly. And just like his kicks and runs in football matches, his motions were steady, yet controlled and precise, driving him all the way in her depths. "Haah. You're so fucking tight, Noona." His fingers sunk into her neck, just as her own fingers had previously left bruises and nail imprints on his back.

"Shit, Jae-il..." She growled in desperation. He hit that one spot that seemed to reach the depths of her soul, so fast she didn't have much room to prepare for the mounting explosion he'd no doubt draw from her.

He pounded her from behind, the noise growing increasingly louder and lewd. Her asscheeks rippled from every impact. They were joined at the hips, with only his balls slapping and the squelching sounds of sex echoing through the space.

"Tell me..." He whispered harshly, then plunged harder, so much so the muscles of his body went tense. The hand on her neck tightened, not enough to close off her breathing but enough to make the rest of her feel conscious. "Is this what you've always been dreaming about, Noona? For your cute little brother to fuck you stupid and senseless?"

"Ahnnnng!"

Her toes curled as she gritted her teeth. Why did he have to say it like that? Like she was more of a degenerate criminal than she already was!

"For him to pound into this juicy, tight pussy and fuck you full of his cum?"

"Ahh! Anngg! Fuck!" She let out a hoarse shout as Jae-il's sack slammed mercilessly against her swollen nub. With her nerve endings singing in so much pleasure, the truth easily came out, unbidden and unmasked. "Yes." She gasped, the confession tearing out on a sob. "God, yes—you, Jae-il. Only you."

Seriously, where was this side of him coming from?!

Mia’s face was currently a distressed visage. Tears. Drool. A little bit of snot that coated the outer edges of her nose. No less beautiful than she usually was, but if there was a mirror facing her right now, she’d immediately look away.

His dick hit her sweet spot again, and she couldn't contain the strangled cry of pleasure any more than she could prevent the telltale flutter in her belly.

Heat flowed through her, cresting on a wave of shuddering intensity.

"Don't hold it, Noona." He commanded, grunting and still jackrabbiting away, completely unstoppable. The hand wrapped around her throat loosened and shifted. A glob of spit trickled down his lips and straight onto the narrow creek of her asscrack. It pooled up on the puckered, tight, pink hole. Her eyes widened.

Then she felt his thumb, gently smearing the viscous gob of his saliva over the tip of her anus, mixing it with the copious amounts of secretion flowing out her cunt.

Her toes, which had already curled into themselves, practically had no recourse but to squeeze tighter until pain shot up through the soles of her feet.

Mia was mortified and exhilarated at the same time at how very depraved it made her feel. "W-W-What are you... ahnggg... doing?!"

But the mere suggestion of touching such a lewd spot made a slick ooze, from deep inside her pussy, spill forth.

He clicked his tongue and spanked her ass again. And again and again. And each time, the area slapped would grow hotter and redder, and so would Mia's cunt, with the onset of an insane orgasm, which had her scream herself hoarse and spasm uncontrollably around Jae-Il's relentless battering.

"I told you... not to hold it, didn't I, Noona?" He chuckled, moaned, panted, as he held a firm hand around her mouth, muffling her shrill cry. Her eyes rolled up. A demonic possession would’ve been less destructive. "Such a stubborn, filthy sister... But, I love you."