Joon-ho held at her entrance, the swollen crown of his cock just barely notched inside Yura's drenched pussy, teasing her with every twitch of his hips. Her legs were splayed wide, knees hooked up over his arms, the sheets twisted in one fist, her other hand locked around his wrist in a silent dare. Her eyes, blown wide with hunger, locked on his face, every breath a shivering demand.

She bit out, voice rough, "Don't keep me waiting, Joon-ho. I want it. I want all of you—now." Her hips rocked, seeking, her cunt flexing, slick and ready, so fucking desperate for him it was all he could do not to lose control right then.

He pressed forward, just enough for her to feel the stretch, the promise of pain and fullness. He loved this—how she turned from cold, unbreakable Seo Yura, goddess of Seoul, to this fucked-out, trembling mess, all for him. He met her gaze, grinding his cockhead at her entrance, watching the way her face tightened with need, her breath stuttering, her body shuddering with frustration.

"Stop fucking around," she snapped, her voice breaking on a moan as he gave another teasing grind, his tip barely sliding in. "Give it to me. Don't you dare tease me—"

He growled, the sound rolling up from deep in his chest. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, hips slamming down, cock punching through her tight heat in one long, merciless push. The room filled with the raw sound of her scream, half agony, half bliss, her back arching so hard her shoulders left the bed. Her cunt squeezed around him, so tight he could feel her body fighting and giving all at once, stretching around his length, molding itself to him, slick and impossibly hot.

Yura's nails scraped his forearm, clinging as if she'd drown. "Fuck—fuck—god, yes, just like that—" she gasped, head thrown back, dark hair fanned wild against the pillows. "I missed this—I missed you inside me—" She moved under him, hips rolling, pussy swallowing him deeper.

Joon-ho gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to just rut her senseless. "You're always so fucking tight for me," he growled, grabbing her hips, pinning her open, driving in to the hilt again, making her sob. "No one else gets you like this. You're mine—mine to stretch, mine to fuck."

She moaned, high and helpless, the sound filling the room as he started pounding her. No mercy, no slow build-up—just pure, brutal need, skin slapping, the wet, obscene suck of her cunt wrapping his cock. His hands slid up her body, groping at her breasts, kneading and squeezing, fingers pinching her nipples until she cried out, hips jerking in his grip.

He lowered his mouth, latching onto a nipple, biting hard, sucking until it was swollen and marked, then moving to the other, his teeth scraping, his tongue hot and rough. Yura writhed beneath him, arching her back to feed her tits into his mouth, her hands in his hair, pulling, nails scraping his scalp.

"Harder," she begged, her voice desperate, already wrecked. "Harder, Joon-ho, fuck me—fuck me like you mean it—" Her body was slick with sweat, shining in the dim light, every muscle tense, every inch of her screaming for more.

He answered with his body, hips snapping, cock driving deep, angle brutal. He found her spot and hammered it, each stroke dragging against that sweet, swollen place inside her, making her gasp, making her curse and scream, her thighs shaking with the force of it.

"Right there—yes, yes, don't stop, don't stop—" Yura's eyes fluttered, her mouth falling open as he battered her g-spot, again and again, until her voice was just a string of broken sounds.

He grinned, lips smeared with her taste, "You love this, don't you? When I ruin you for anyone else. When you're nothing but my fucktoy."

"Only you," she panted, fingers digging into his arms. "Only you can do this to me—make me this filthy, this desperate—fuck, Joon-ho—"

He hooked her legs higher, almost folding her in half, changing the angle so his cock slammed straight into her cervix, every thrust a shock of pain-pleasure. She shrieked, grabbing for the headboard, nails digging into wood, her body quivering as the head of his cock battered her deepest point.

"Oh fuck—oh fuck—my womb—" she sobbed, hips jerking. The mix of pain and ecstasy pushed her right over the edge. Her cunt clenched, milking his cock, her whole body spasming in a light orgasm, sweat slicking her skin.

He didn't let up. He wanted to break her—make her remember him in every cell, every muscle. He drove harder, feeling her cervix begin to yield, the swollen ring fluttering as his cockhead pressed against it again and again, demanding entry.

She was out of her mind, babbling, tears streaking her face, voice high and wild. "Yes, Daddy, yes—please, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, make me your toy—use me—" Her words tumbled out, filthy and frantic.

He spat into his hand, slicked it over his cock, then pressed forward again. The tip caught, then suddenly, with a slick pop, pushed through her cervix, forcing its way into her womb. Yura's scream shattered the room, the pitch sharp, animal, body convulsing, legs clamping tight around his waist.

"You're in," she sobbed, shivering, eyes rolling back. "You're fucking my womb, Joon-ho—don't stop, don't you fucking dare stop—"

He lost what little control he had left. He slammed into her, fucking her womb directly, the fit so impossibly tight and hot he saw stars. Her body clung to him, every thrust sending aftershocks through her, juices gushing, her stomach bulging with the force of him.

"No one else," he panted, sweat dripping down his back. "Only me. Only my cock gets this deep. Only I get to breed you, fill you, fuck you open—"

She wailed, her pleasure raw, helpless. "Yes, yes, fill me, fill my womb, cum in me—make me yours—" Her cunt convulsed, milking him, milking, milking, her whole body seized by orgasm.

Joon-ho felt himself crack, the pressure snapping, his cock jerking, then spurting, thick ropes of cum jetting deep into her womb. He ground his hips in, holding her impaled, leaking every drop inside her, both of them trembling, shaking, lost in the mess.

He collapsed over her, chest heaving, mouth finding hers, kissing her hard, tongues tangling, still pulsing inside her. Her hands stroked his back, nails tracing lines, her whole body shivering with the afterglow, so full, so utterly claimed.

For a while, the world narrowed to the sound of their breathing, the way his cum leaked out around his cock, the heat, the closeness. Yura pressed her face to his throat, catching her breath, her body lax and ruined under him, but still hungry.

He lifted his head, meeting her eyes, sweat dripping from his hair. "You want more?" His voice was hoarse, dirty, thick with promise.

Her mouth curled in a vicious, dazed grin, lips swollen, eyes dark and unfocused. "Don't you fucking stop now," she said, her voice ragged but certain. "You're not done. I want every last drop. Ruin me. Don't you dare pull out—"

He groaned, cock still hard, still buried deep in her messy, leaking pussy. He pulled out just enough to watch his cum drip out, white and thick, before slamming back inside, making her gasp, making her hips buck up to meet him.

They clung to each other, sweat and cum and spit, bodies slick and tangled, not stopping, not slowing, caught in a loop of hunger and need. His hands were everywhere—her tits, her ass, her throat—her hands in his hair, her nails raking down his back, marking him as hers.

Each time she clenched, he felt her walls flutter, her body greedy, wringing every drop of pleasure she could get. He bit at her throat, sucked at her nipples, thumb pressing to her clit to send her spiraling again.

The room was thick with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, her wetness, their moans, curses and praise and filth mixing in the heavy air.

She sobbed, over and over, "More, more, more—please, don't stop, don't stop, fill me again, fuck me again—"

He answered her with his cock, with his hands, with his mouth, giving her everything, holding nothing back.

When he felt himself ready to explode again, he pinned her down, hips jerking, cock buried to the hilt, and let himself go, filling her all over again, the two of them shaking, crying out, utterly spent and still ravenous.

He stayed inside her, pulsing, trembling, his forehead pressed to hers, sharing breath, sharing sweat, lost in each other.

Tomorrow, the world would pull them apart. The city would call, and Yura would become Madam Seo again, flawless and untouchable.

But tonight—here, with him—she was only his, messy and wrecked and gloriously, ruinously alive.

He kissed her one last time, deep and slow, cock still hard inside her, their bodies locked together, both knowing they weren't finished—not yet.

Next, he'd take her another way, make her beg in a new position, until there was nothing left between them but sweat, cum, and the raw, aching certainty that they belonged to each other, body and soul.

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