4. The Trans-Siberian Railway #8
As he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, he lightly bit her earlobe.
Louise moaned feverishly as if melting under the heat of him.
Taekjoo buried his lips in her warm ear and whispered.
“You’ll be sorry for inviting me. I’m not the gentle type in bed.”
“Ah!”
Louise was flipped around in an instant.
Her face sank into the pillow, her hips raised in the air.
Down there, Louise felt so soft. Taekjoo rubbed his hard cock on it.
Until now, his cock had only known the grip of his own hand and rarely a woman’s touch recently.
It visibly pulsed at the scent of real soft skin.
The dip along her spine deepened with anticipation.
Nervous and excited at the same time, she reached back and clutched at Taekjoo’s thigh. “Wait—ah—”
But before she could slow Taekjoo down, his rock-hard dick pushed in.
Her breath hitched at the sudden, unrelenting thrust.
There had barely been any foreplay to prepare her.
Taekjoo weighed down on the shaking, fair body and pushed in all of his fat cock.
The sharp, wet sound of skin slapping echoed in the room.
Zhenya smirked. That was brutal—even he didn’t start like that.
If needed, he would suck on the woman’s tits and wait for her to get wet enough.
It was a price he paid ahead for the pleasure that would come later.
It was also what made human intercourse different from that of animals.
But Kwon Taekjoo ignored all of that and was only focused on penetration itself.
The woman had dreamed of living out some exotic romance.
But instead, what she got was nothing different from beasts mating, her body down and spread beneath him.
Taekjoo railed Louise. Louise moaned—a tangled mix of pain and pleasure spilling from her lips.
As the thrusting became faster, Taekjoo’s breaths turned shorter as well.
His brows had long been furrowed, and he was quickly drenched in sweat.
The toned muscles in his body started glistening as well.
Zhenya sipped his drink, watching the entire scene unfold. His eyes were fixed on Taekjoo’s ass, which clenched tight at every thrust. It was strange how much a man’s body could entertain Zhenya.
Taekjoo ground his teeth so hard it was audible.
With his head hanging down, he started going faster.
He tried to hold them in, but he couldn’t stop the moans and breaths escaping his tightly clenched lips.
That slick, gleaming body squirmed with pleasure, then tensed—rock solid, carved from stone.
Zhenya could see even the smallest muscle trembling.
It was closer to playing sports than having sex.
Maybe that was it. Somewhere along the line, Zhenya forgot about his drink—his eyes locked on the scene before him.
A bead of sweat clung to the tip of Taekjoo’s chin.
It would probably taste ripe—salty and warm.
The jet-black eyes turned warmer and warmer.
The reddish tinge around his eyes gave him a suggestive look.
Zhenya was leaning in now, completely absorbed.
His eyes were fixed on Taekjoo. Taekjoo’s flexed thighs squirmed at the intense waves of numbing pleasure.
Thick enough to fill a palm—taut, tense.
The shoulders were wide, the waist narrow, the limbs long and straight.
From behind, there was barely a curve—except for one.
Naturally, the eyes dropped to the waist, to the only arc that stood out.
The man’s round, firm ass was shining with sweat.
Zhenya wondered what it would feel like to squeeze it.
His gaze lingered at the base of his spine, tracing the shadow between his cheeks.
“Ah—ha...”
Taekjoo kept clenching his jaw, looking down. A vein appeared on his smooth forehead. Sweat darkened his brows and lashes. The relentless pounding slowed, replaced by deeper, more fluid thrusts. With each slapping thrust, his ass quivered. Watching it made Zhenya’s jaw ache.
He was aware that his glass was empty, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off Taekjoo.
His brows were furrowed. His fingertips were tense.
His lips formed a tight, straight line. A wave of moans surged inside his mouth, begging to be released.
Zhenya didn’t miss a single detail. He engraved every one of them in his head.
If Zhenya had touched Taekjoo with his tongue the way he did with his eyes, the man would already be dripping.
“It, it feels so—ah, ah!”
“Ah!”
At that moment, Taekjoo buried his cock in, and the moan he’d been holding back all this time finally broke out of him. His cock reached its limit, which also caused his ass to clench tight as well.
Zhenya’s eyes flashed as he reached for Taekjoo’s ass, unable to help himself. The movement wasn’t conscious—his hand moved before he realized it, driven by instinct. Just as his fingers grazed the curve of flesh, he froze. Zhenya looked up, dazed. Taekjoo was looking at him, panting.
Taekjoo scrunched his nose in disgust. Only then did Zhenya come to his senses.
He stared down at his hand, stunned by what he’d just done.
Of all asses to covet, a man’s? Zhenya asked himself.
He was so baffled by himself, he couldn’t help but laugh.
There was nothing special about it. It was a man’s ass, for crying out loud.
It couldn’t possibly be the reason his mouth felt parched, the reason he felt so thirsty.
“Try pulling that shit on me one more time, and I’ll kill you.”
Taekjoo growled, shoving Zhenya’s hand off. Zhenya simply grinned, laughing at himself.
Taekjoo had finished once. He let go of Louise since he wanted nothing more from her.
Louise was drained. She didn’t move and stayed still for a bit.
Taekjoo took a chug of vodka straight from the bottle.
It didn’t help the thirst, but he kept drinking anyway.
Vodka trickled down his neck and chest in thin streams.
Taekjoo sat down, leaning against a wall.
Louise shifted closer and rested her head on his thigh.
Taekjoo didn’t say anything but just passed her the vodka.
She reached for the bottle—but Zhenya yanked her back by the ankle.
“Give me ten minutes. Let me rest for just ten minutes.”
Louise spoke in a hoarse voice. Her voice was caught between a plea and a complaint.
But Zhenya simply grinned and pulled her even closer.
Louise kept mumbling, ten minutes, but as soon as Zhenya sucked on her breasts, she gave in and giggled.
He licked the thick streak of cum along her side.
Louise just laughed, feeling ticklish, but Taekjoo grimaced while watching. Their eyes met—just for a second.
Taekjoo ignored him. He deliberately gave no reaction.
Taekjoo was thinking of what to do while the two were at it.
Should he take a shower? Yes, his mind and body would feel better once he had taken a shower.
Then, he would go to sleep right away. He didn’t care if they fucked or put on a circus all night.
He had humored them enough in their wantonness.
Taekjoo stood up, thinking so.
“Oh!”
Louise let out a soft yelp as she collapsed onto Taekjoo.
She was practically thrown at him. Taekjoo had no choice but to catch her in his arms.
It took him a moment to realize what was happening.
After pushing Louise to Taekjoo out of nowhere, Zhenya lifted the woman’s legs.
Her weight shifted forward, pressing him down with the full force of her upper body.
Zhenya folded Louise in half and rammed his massive cock inside her.
As the huge thing paved its way inside the woman, Taekjoo, pinned beneath, felt every inch of pressure as Zhenya drove in.
He couldn’t understand what this crazy bastard was thinking.
“Ah, ah... Mmmhh—ah!”
Untamed moans rang in Taekjoo’s ears. Whenever Louise moved, Taekjoo felt it vividly.
The movement was delivered directly to him.
When Zhenya’s thighs touched Louise’s ass cheeks, Taekjoo flinched.
Zhenya buried himself to the base and let out a ragged breath.
The position made him look a lot bigger.
He couldn’t seriously mean to—Taekjoo’s eyes flickered with disbelief, sensing something awful coming.
Almost at the same time, Zhenya’s lips drew a devilish smile.
Taekjoo tried to push Louise off him, but Zhenya didn’t allow even a bit of space to come between them.
He pulled back—and slammed in again. He began pounding deep.
With every thrust, Louise’s body was pushed back, pushing Taekjoo as well and hitting his head against the wall.
“Ah, ah... It’s—it’s too—ah!”
Louise was losing her grip on herself. The pleasure was so intense that she was seeing flashing lights.
Her moans turned into borderline screams as she thrashed uncontrollably.
Taekjoo couldn’t fathom where her strength was coming from, but the woman, lost in her bliss, crushed him beneath her, over and over.
Zhenya didn’t care. He just kept digging in deep.
Zhenya’s thrusts were so brutal, it felt like Taekjoo was the one being fucked.
When the distance between him and the bastard maniac closed in, Taekjoo felt like he was violated somewhere deep, behind his navel.
Even his crotch throbbed from the overwhelming sensation.
Taekjoo pushed Zhenya to get out of the situation.
Well, that was what he was attempting to do, but Zhenya was faster.
He grasped Taekjoo’s wrists and wrenched both furious arms.
Taekjoo tried everything to free himself, but he was no match for the monstrous strength.
The trembling wrists were finally pinned against the wall.
Now that Zhenya had blocked all of Taekjoo’s movement, he started pounding hard.
“You fucking—!”
“Mmmhh, ahhhh!”
Just as Taekjoo started cussing, Louise started moaning like her life depended on it.
She even held onto Taekjoo’s thighs to stop herself from slipping.
Taekjoo was helpless against the couple rushing toward their ecstasy.
He glared at Zhenya, his eyes full of anger.
shot Zhenya a furious glare. Zhenya didn’t flinch.
Their eyes locked, and the tension snapped taut.
In fact, Zhenya hadn’t taken his eyes off Taekjoo—not even before it all began.
Fucking crazy bastard. What the hell does he want?
Taekjoo looked away, but Zhenya’s gaze persisted.
Zhenya’s face twisted from the intensity, but his eyes never left Taekjoo.
The more he pounded, the more Taekjoo felt like his nonexistent hole was being penetrated.
It was a strange experience. They were both men, but Zhenya’s body was so big it was enough to intimidate Taekjoo.
Taekjoo felt like might burst—come apart into something shapeless.