Chapter Seven #6
Hyunwoo swallows around me. I can feel his throat working, taking everything I give him, a few drops escaping the seal of his lips and running down his chin.
He pulls off with a wet pop, his lips swollen and shining, and wipes the spilled cum from his mouth with his thumb.
Then he sucks his thumb between his lips, tasting it, his eyes half-closing.
“God,” he says, his voice rougher than before. “It tastes sweet. Sweeter than before.” He pulls his thumb out and licks his lower lip. “Must be the pregnancy hormones.”
My eyelids flutter, my body still buzzing with aftershocks, and I barely take in Hyunwoo rising over me before his hands are on my shoulders, pushing me gently but firmly onto my back.
The mattress dips as he climbs over me, settling between my legs.
I feel his cock against my inner thigh—hard, hot, smearing a line of precum across my skin.
He’s already pushed his pants down at some point, I didn’t even notice when, and the full length of him presses against me as he lines up, the blunt head nudging my entrance.
He leans forward and presses his face into the curve of my neck, right against my scent gland, and inhales.
The sound he makes between a groan and a growl, deep in his chest, vibrating against my skin.
His tongue drags a hot line up the side of my throat, tasting the concentrated sweetness of my pheromones, and I shiver beneath him, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders.
Then he pushes in, and my breath leaves me in a rush.
His cock spreads my hole and sinks into me in one smooth, deep stroke, the slick easing the way so completely that there’s no resistance at all—just the thick, heavy stretch of him filling me up, his shaft dragging against my walls, every ridge and vein tangible against my oversensitive nerve endings.
He bottoms out and I feel him everywhere, that fullness that I’ve come to crave even though I won’t admit it, the weight of him inside me settling deep.
But it’s not deep enough. He’s in to the hilt, his hips flush against my ass, and the head of his cock is right there—nudging the entrance to my womb, pressing against the tight opening, tantalizingly close but not quite through.
My body knows what it wants. Before I can think about it, before I can stop myself, my legs hook around Hyunwoo’s waist and my heels dig into the small of his back, pulling him deeper.
My hips tilt up, changing the angle, and I hear myself make a desperate, needy whine.
Hyunwoo adjusts, angling his hips, and drives in hard. The head of his cock breaches my womb.
I cry out—sharp, loud, my back arching off the mattress—and come.
My cock, trapped between our pressed-together bellies, spurts hot between us, painting both our stomachs.
My womb clenches around the head of his cock, gripping it, pulling it deeper, the muscles spasming in waves that make my whole body shake.
Hyunwoo groans against my throat and starts to move, fucking me into the mattress with deep, forceful strokes that push past my cervix each time, his cock filling my womb over and over.
His teeth scrape the thin skin over my pulse point—right over the bond gland, close enough that some distant alarm bell rings in the back of my brain.
But he catches himself, wrenching his mouth away.
His rhythm goes harder, faster, his hips snapping against mine, the wet sounds of slick and skin filling the room alongside my gasps and his rough breathing.
Then I feel the base of his cock starting to swell.
The knot flares inside me, growing steadily, stretching my hole wider and wider around the expanding girth.
I whimper, my fingers digging into his back, my nails raking lines across his shoulder blades as the knot locks into place—too big to pull out, sealing him inside me, the massive swell pressing against my prostate and the walls of my womb simultaneously.
“Yes,” I gasp, and come again—so hard my eyes roll back and my vision blanks, my entire body convulsing around the knot, my womb clenching in desperate pulses.
Hyunwoo comes with a shuddering groan, his cock pulsing as he spills deep inside my womb.
The hot flood of it fills me in thick, heavy spurts, the knot holding everything in, and the warmth spreads through my lower belly until I feel full and heavy and complete in a way that satisfies something deep inside me.
We stay like that. His body curved over mine, his weight braced on trembling arms, our foreheads pressed together. Both of us breathing the same air, our chests heaving in tandem. I can feel his heartbeat through his chest where it’s pressed against mine, fast and hard, gradually slowing.
My eyes flutter, exhaustion pulling at me, and I stare up at the ceiling past Hyunwoo’s shoulder.
His weight is warm above me. His knot pulses gently inside my womb, still locked, still holding his cum in place.
My body hums with residual pleasure, my muscles loose and heavy, my hole clenching lazily around the knot in slow, contented waves.
Well, I think. I could see how it might be mutually beneficial.
I guess.