But he should have let me suck on him longer. I didn’t slide the way I used to, and I let out a pained whimper when the tip pushed into me.
“It’s been too long,” he crooned in my ear, his tone low and regretful. “Now your body’s thinking twice about letting me into this tight little hole. Just breathe, beautiful, like I taught you.”
It had been a heady rush to play the goddess with him. But he was back in charge now, and I gratefully ceded control as he drove my hips down, breaching my sex inch by inch until I was all the way seated.
It still hurt, though, and I squirmed, my body’s natural response to the monster invader.
“Don’t squirm. Don’t squirm,” he warned. “You’re so tight around me. You’ll make me bust this nut before I have a chance to make it all better. You remember me. I know you do. Rub your clit on this big dick. Make your body remember too. Ride it, beautiful, come on.”
I’d always been such a good little student. Compliant to a T. And this situation was no different. I did as he said. Instead of running away, I rode the thick, monstrous thing planted deep inside of me, stretching me so wide—I rubbed myself against it until my whimpers turned into moans as my hips move faster and faster. So fast, the only other sound in the room was the mad slapping of my body against his.
“Yeah, you remember. Ride, ride, ride.” His voice was a rough whisper in my ear, and he began to bounce me to the rhythm of his chant. “Make me so fucking sorry, I never try to pull that shit on you again. Come all over this dick—ah, fuck.”
His voice broke on that last word when my body clamped down on his dick, helplessly obeying his command as the orgasm ripped through me.
And that was it for control. For either of us.
He flipped me on my back and drove into me, rutting me like an animal as he confessed. “Missed you so much. So much! Fuck, how did I stay away? You see what you do to me? This tight cunt belongs to me. Mine. Obsessed. Obsessed. I can’t deny you. Can’t stop fucking you. I can’t—”
This time he broke off with his own release. And I flailed like a dying bug beneath him when another unexpected orgasm crests through me, even more powerful than the first.
I had to bite into his shoulder to keep from screaming, and that only made him thrust into me deeper—so deep that he touched somewhere new.
A third orgasm started before the second one even had a chance to recede. And this one didn’t just crest. It destroyed everything inside my mind. My sense of decency, all lingering resentments, any ability to think whatsoever.
We were in his parents’ house, and I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. I completely lost my mind as the pleasure tore me apart.
Fortunately, I had Hak-kan there, and he kept his promise.
He made it better.
He swallowed my screams with his kiss until I calmed down, then he wiped the tears off my damp face, then he held me tight in his thick arms until I stop trembling from those insanely intense orgasms.
Then he made me laugh when he asked, “So we’re back?”
Yes, he made me laugh and answer, “Yes, we’re most definitely back.”
24
Hak-kan held me for a long time after our reunion underneath the Wu-Tang Clan poster taped to his ceiling. We talked and apologized until the house quieted below, and we heard the closing of his parents’ door in the distance.
Around ten p.m., we snuck downstairs and through the side door that wasn’t connected to the house’s alarm system. Safe from prying eyes, we dashed back to the Audi he’d left parked in front of the house.
We were both in our late thirties, but we giggled like teenagers as we sped away.
And when we got back to his place, we did it again. This time slower and more reverently as we basked in the glow of the city lights beyond his window wall.
There was no pain this time. Remember me, he’d commanded, so that was what my body did, molding around him as if it knew it belonged to him.
Maybe I did belong to him. As Lunar New Year’s Eve gave way to Lunar New Year’s morning, I became more comfortable with that thought.
I awoke to the scrape of him opening up a dresser drawer the following day.
“What’s going on?” I asked sleepily—then I jerked up in bed when I saw the time. “I’ve got to get to work!”
“I mean, you could go in,” Hak-kan answered, taking out a pair of sweatpants and closing the dresser drawer. “But everybody would be looking at you funny since I already told them you were taking the day off.”
