84 — The Monster that Sleeps Inside that Beauty III (NSFW) (Conclusion)

This body of mine was made from tough, pervy stuff. So I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't looking forward to another round. And possibly another one after that.

I pushed in.

The feeling was just as intoxicating as I remembered. A tight, wet heat that enveloped me, a perfect, silken sheath that seemed made for me. Perfectly lubricated. Her back arched off the bed, a silent scream on her lips as I filled her completely.

The moment I reached the hilt, her eyes rolled back.

Her inner walls clamped down on me like a vice, rippling and fluttering around my shaft.

"Oh my God, Jae-il you're so hard right now!" Mia's voice came out as a breathy moan. "Ah! Ah! I missed this so much... I missed your cock so much..."

Her words were a litany of pure, unfiltered filth. Hearing your own sister say this would typically set off alarms in any normal man's mind. But to me, it was the sweetest form of poetry. The ultimate validation. My hips began to move. Slowly at first, a deep, grinding motion that let me feel every inch of her. Each pull-out was a sweet, torturous drag, each thrust back in a homecoming.

My hands released her wrists, one gripping her hip, the other tangling in her hair, pulling her head back to expose the pale, vulnerable column of her throat.

I leaned down and kissed that delicious expanse of pale skin. I felt the frantic beat of her pulse against my lips. I bit her. Not hard enough to break the skin, but just enough to leave a mark. A brand. A small, dark red circle that would blossom into a purple hickey by morning.

Mia's response was immediate and visceral. Her legs wrapped around my waist, ankles locking behind my back, pulling me deeper, urging me on.

I pulled back. Mia wasn't fully naked yet. I grinned. She grinned right back at me. Her top had to go. She struggled to pull it up, while I swiftly yanked it off, nearly tearing it apart.

When our naked chests crashed, skin to skin, the heat, the sweat, that beautiful glide and squishiness of her soft breasts crushed against my hard chest was a tactile delight I'd been craving for weeks.

Her hard, pebbled nipples scraped against my skin with every thrust.

I set a relentless pace, my hips snapping forward with a brutal, percussive beat. My name was a prayer on her lips. A chant. A mantra. A curse. "Jae-il... Jae-il... Jae-il..." Each syllable was punctuated by a sharp, needy gasp. Her hands, now free, clawed at my back, her nails leaving fiery trails in their wake.

I liked it. The pain was a sweet counterpoint to the overwhelming pleasure.

"Harder... fuck me harder... you bastard..." She begged, her nails raking across my shoulder blades. "Don't you dare hold back on me... give me everything..."

I obliged. I drove into her with a ferocity that bordered on violence. The bed creaked and groaned in protest, the headboard slamming against the wall.  In a burst of sudden sobriety, I slowly dragged Mia away from the headboard and positioned her right in the middle of the bed, far away from the walls. I then went back on top of her, my heavy, thick cock sliding back into her like a hot knife into butter. I then hammered her without mercy, my own groans and growls mingling with her cries of ecstasy.

The world outside this room ceased to exist. There was only the scent of our sweat, the sound of our bodies coming together, and the feel of her.

The tight, wet heat of her pussy, the softness of her skin, the desperate way she clung to me.

"You're so fucking tight, Noona..."

Sex had never felt so good to me before. Never felt so... complete. Every nerve ending was on fire. My senses were overloaded, but it wasn't a chaotic overload. It was a focused, intense, all-consuming burn that centered on the point where our bodies were joined.

I could feel my own release building, a tight, coiling pressure in my groin. I tried to hold back, to prolong this exquisite agony, and I had to will the upcoming surge down with every ounce of self-control.

I looked down at her, at her face contorted in a mask of pure pleasure. Her blonde hair was a wild mess spread across the pillows. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream. She was beautiful—every woman lost in the throes of ecstasy was, but there was an added edge to her beauty that was uniquely, intoxicatingly Mia.

And then I felt it.

A sudden, violent clench around my cock. A fluttering, a spasming that signaled her impending orgasm. Her eyes flew open, wide and unfocused. "Jae-il... I'm... I'm gonna...!"

Her back arched off the bed once again, her body going rigid as a bowstring. A strangled, high-pitched cry tore from her throat, immediately muffled by my own lips on hers. Shit, she really made a lot of noise.

Still, the sight of her coming undone beneath me, the feel of her tight little pussy convulsing around my dick, it was too much. It was purely by divine will that I hadn't come yet.

Then again, a large part of me was waiting for Mia to finish first. After all, what kind of man would I be if I left a woman wanting? It was my job to pleasure her, to make her scream my name, to make her forget her own name.

But her climax had left me teetering on the very edge of my own.

I clamped down hard on my jaw, my body shaking with the effort of holding back, and kept pounding into her through her orgasm, extending her pleasure, pushing her higher.

Mia’s eyes went wider, her gasp became a continuous, keening cry, her nails digging into my shoulders so hard I was sure she'd drawn blood.

“Jae-il!”

Her body was a live wire, and I wielded the electricity that coursed through every nerve of her.

I slowed my pace as her shudders subsided, transitioning from the brutal, punishing speed to a slower, deeper grind. I wanted to savor this. The aftermath.

She went limp beneath me, a boneless, sweat-soaked, panting mess.

Her legs were still wrapped around me, but the grip had loosened. Her hands, which had been clawing at my back, now rested there, limp and trembling.

I rested my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling in the humid air between us.

"Jae-il..." My name was a hoarse whisper on her lips. I thrust once again, and she gasped, her body jerking from the overstimulation. "Ohhh!" Her eyes fluttered open, a dazed, glassy look in them. She looked completely and utterly fucked out.

"You still with me, Noona?" I asked, smiling against her lips.

She nodded slowly, a small, delirious smile playing on her lips. "Barely... you..." She took a ragged breath. "You're trying to kill me."

I chuckled. "I'm just giving you what you wanted."

"Too much of a good thing..."

"Nonsense." I kissed her again, a slow, deep kiss that tasted of sweat and sex and her. "There's no such thing." Not when it came to me fucking her brains out, at least.

I could feel my own release still coiled tight in my gut, a hot, heavy weight that throbbed the longer I went on.

She was wet. Dripping.

Her juices had soaked the sheets beneath us, creating a large, dark patch. My cock slid in and out of her with an obscene, slick sound. Squelch, squelch, squelch. The sound was driving me insane.

I pulled back, my cock almost completely leaving her, then slammed back in, all the way home. Now that I was relieved of the burden of making her come, I could fully, and selfishly, focus on my own pleasure. Gosh, I wanted to have Mia completely fall apart. Again and again. Turning sex into a punishing, relentless pleasure so extreme it would be agony.

Time was tight, tighter than the woman beneath me; we'd messed around long enough, and probably loud enough too.

I wanted to continue, to hold myself back, to savor the feeling of her tight walls milking me. But the reality of our situation was a cold, sharp shard of ice in my veins.

The longer we stayed, the higher the risk. Su Ah Noona was just down the hall. Her door was probably shut, but even then, would the sound be completely muffled?

And there was no telling whether Eun Ha was still in her room or decided to wander out.

I had to end this. I had to finish.

"Noona, I'm about to—"

"Inside." She cut me off, her voice a desperate command. Her eyes, which had been dazed and unfocused, were now sharp, burning with a fierce, almost unholy light. Her legs tightened around my waist, her ankles locking behind my back, trapping me. "Don't you dare pull out. Do you hear me? I want all of it. Inside."

"What?" Still, I didn't stop thrusting, because now that the mental block had been released, I was a train without brakes. I was just a few moments away from cumming. "We can't. Noona, we can't."

"I don't care."

"I care."

"I can take the morning-after pill."

Enticing, but not a good enough reason. Mia moved her hips, meeting my thrusts. "You are not thinking straight." I gritted my teeth, resting my forehead against hers. She gave me a quick kiss, nibbling my bottom lip as she thrust up.

"I am." She whispered, her nails dragging across my shoulders again, gentle, this time. "I'm thinking clearer than I ever have. I want to feel your cum, Jae-il. I want to feel you filling me up. I want to feel it for days. Don't deny me this."

The image of my cum leaking out of her, her walking around with my seed deep inside her...

It was the most tempting thing at the moment, but I coldly banished the image from my mind. I had to think rationally even in a situation where rationality had long become a foreign concept. I wouldn't be here if I had any.

"Give it to me, little bro... please?"

Such doe eyes.

This minx.

This bitch.

I pushed her away from me just as the last thread of self-control snapped. With a growl, I pulled out, my cock glistening with her arousal. She cried out at the sudden emptiness. A flicker of disappointment flashed across her eyes.

My hand wrapped around my shaft, slick and hot. I gave it a few quick, brutal strokes, my eyes locked on hers. Her gaze was fixed on my cock, her lips parted. She watched, transfixed, as my hand flew up and down the length, my hips bucking into my fist.

Then, with a guttural groan, I came.

It was a violent, explosive release. A thick, white rope of cum shot out, painting her stomach. Then another, and another, splattering across her breasts, her chest, her neck, the sides of her face and her lips. I had so much of it coming out that I was as shocked as she was.

Like a volcanic eruption, a torrential downpour of thick, creamy jizz that covered her.

The sheer volume of it was staggering. I seemed to have an endless supply. I just kept cumming, my body shuddering with each powerful spurt.

Mia lay there, captivated. My seed dripped down her sides, sliding and conjoining between her breasts as she found the strength to sit up. She didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, she seemed to revel in it. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face as she scooped up a bit of my cum from her chest with her finger and brought it to her lips.

Her tongue darted out, tasting it, her eyes never leaving mine. She seemed to like it.

"Look at the mess you made."

My own body went slack. I leaned forward, bracing myself with a hand on the bed beside her head, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You look... good, like that." I said, chuckling.

"Covered in your cum?" She smirked, her chest heaving. "You perv."

"Says the one who's licking it off her fingers."

Mia snorted, slid the offending digit between her lips with theatrical slowness, then lunged for a kiss. I jerked my head; her sticky mouth smacked my cheek with a wet splat.

"Ugh—hey!" I yelped.

She cackled, the sound bright and reckless. It echoed in the room, mixing with the sound of the rain outside.

"Come ooooon, lil bro, gimme some sugar~"

"Get off me, you human glazed donut."