10 rules of a Secretary chapter 61- MATURE

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As I let out a ragged breath and closed my eyes, he gently traced the outline of my areola with his fingertips, then pushed the shirt back into my mouth.

The wet, slippery fabric slid softly into my mouth, filling it completely.

“Ah, ha… si, huh…”

“I like it too.”

His member, which had only been shallowly withdrawn, forcefully re-entered, splitting my inner walls. Huaa…!

I gripped the shirt with my weak hands, trying to keep it in my mouth.

My chest was fully exposed, my back quivering with the mattress moving beneath me.

Grabbing the backs of my knees, he lifted them up and immediately began thrusting vigorously.

The only thing supporting me below was the place where we were joined.

The slapping, smacking sounds filled the room, the sensation of his cock entering and exiting my fully stretched entrance creating a tension that made me clench.

My waist hovered slightly off the bed, shaking constantly.

Each time an obscene noise emanated from where we were connected, filled with both semen and fluids, a shiver ran down my spine.

The rod entering me seemed to grow even larger.

I could feel the head swelling more and more with each thrust.

It felt like the walls of my insides were being squeezed and melting.

I shook my head at the sensation that was hot enough to melt me.

“Mmph, huh, nn, ugh…! No, stop…!”

As his thrusts grew stronger, my grip on the shirt tightened.

Squishing, slapping sounds filled my ears, my insides seeming to bubble.

My inner walls clamped down on his member, gripping and releasing repeatedly.

“Can you feel it, the way you’re munching on my cock?”

“Yes, mmph, huu, mm…!”

It was strange.

So strange. The unbearable sensation surged from deep within my body.

I had climaxed and ejaculated several times, but I’d never felt anything like this.

What ran down my spine wasn’t just pleasure; it was an even stronger urge.

I reached out for him, needing something to hold onto, needing his warmth.

“Even if you act spoiled, I won’t go easy on you. That’ll just become a habit.”

Although he had always thrust into me, I had never felt this way before.

Or rather, it was the first time since our initial encounter, when I had to take all of him inside me.

A sense of fear bubbled up like bile.

Squish, squish.

His swollen rod pushed out the fluids that had soaked my insides.

Obscene noises echoed continuously.

No, I can’t take it anymore…

At that moment, his cock drove deep, grinding against my prostate, and I trembled, clenching my fists.

I needed something to hold onto, something to steady myself.

I finally pushed the shirt out of my mouth with my tongue and cried out, begging.

“Please, don’t, uh, stop…!”

“You’re biting down and won’t let go, but you’re whining?”

It felt like something was going to burst.

If I could just get through this moment, if I could just rest a bit, I’d be fine.

I looked up at him, trying to think of something to say to make him stop.

Through my hazy, wavering thoughts, I instinctively blurted out.

“Kiss me, kiss me, huah, ah, aaah…!”

“I guess I have the worst habit of all.”

He intertwined his fingers with mine as he dug his other hand under my lower back and lifted me up.

Suddenly, he sat on the edge of the bed, with me on the outside.

Panting face-to-face, I obediently opened my mouth as his lips captured mine, biting down on my lower lip.

His tongue slipped inside, exploring my mouth.

The motion halted for a moment, but then he wrapped one arm around my waist, lifting me slightly before dropping me back down, thrusting up from below.

The rough movement, as if splitting me apart, made my waist tremble.

“Hnng…!”

The moans that barely escaped vanished down my throat.

Even while he continued his deep kiss, his thrusts didn’t stop.

“Nngh, uh, mm, uhhng…”

I tried to pull away for breath, but before I knew it, he had freed our clasped hands and grabbed my nape, preventing me from pulling away.

I was running out of breath.

The pleasure tickled my brain, and it felt like my inner walls were tightening around his cock.

Desperately patting his shoulders, I finally managed to pull away, holding his face in my hands, tearfully speaking.

“I, I… If I don’t go home today… It’s okay… Please, just let me rest… Just a little…”

“Hyung…”

He stopped moving, looking at me with what seemed like pity, and kissed my lips repeatedly before slowly moving down my neck as if he were smelling me.

Burying his nose in my neck, he inhaled deeply, mumbling like someone intoxicated.

“But if I let you, you’ll get spoiled.”

“Hnnng…!”

“Oh, you’re so pretty.”

Holding my waist with both hands, he lifted me up before slamming me back down.

“Aah…!”

My breath hitched as a moan escaped.

It felt like my eyes were rolling back. I clung to his shoulders, trembling.

“Hick, mm, ah, aaah…!”

“How could I ever take you outside like this, damn it?”

His last words were barely audible.

Clinging to him, I had to take all of him inside me.

Drool dribbled from my parted lips, dripping down my chin and wetting my body.

I barely managed to turn my gaze, seeing the coolness of the night seeping into the room through the window.

“Open your eyes.”

The sound of soft kisses on my cheeks and lips didn’t stop. Barely managing to open my eyes, I blinked slowly.
“Ha…”

As I let out a low sigh, he kissed my cheek once more before patting my butt.

Burying my face in the sheets, I let out a heavy breath.

I was so sleepy, I wanted to sleep more…

“You need to eat. You haven’t eaten since yesterday, so if you don’t, you’ll collapse.”

If I were to collapse, there was a 99.99% chance it would be because of Han Doha, not because of the food.

The remaining 0.01% was for any unexpected circumstances.

Panting heavily, I barely managed to move my lips. My voice barely came out, almost a whisper.

“I want… to sleep…”

“Eat and then sleep. If you just sleep, you’ll collapse.”

“I’m so tired…”

“Oh? Were you?”

Saying that, he let out a satisfied laugh, like a well-fed beast.

While I was practically dying, he seemed perfectly fine.

Meanwhile, I was so exhausted, wrapped up in the bed sheets, I could barely move a finger.

Was this the strength of an alpha?

It made me feel a little depressed.

He kissed my cheek again, coaxing me, asking what I wanted to eat first.

“Ha…”

I looked at the spread of food on the table, too exhausted to even comment.

My eyes barely scanned the dishes, sighing at the sight of so many.

Freshly made soufflé pancakes, croissants with a nutty aroma, milk and apple juice, orange juice, fried eggs with perfectly cooked bacon, grilled bell peppers and tomatoes, smoked salmon, roasted eggplants, a salad with beets, apples, tomatoes, and kiwi.

There were also nicely cut dragon fruits, bananas, and grapefruit on the table.

Beside them was a pale fruit that I didn’t even want to look at or name.

My eyes clouded over as I thought I should eat something.

Slowly, I pulled my hand out from the bed sheet and stretched it forward.

My target was the fork.

Seeing my bruised and trembling hand reaching for the silver fork, pain stung the back of my hand as it was slapped away.

Looking up with a frustrated expression, I saw that the fork was in Han Doha’s hand.

He cut the smoked salmon in a practiced motion and placed it on the fork securely.

“Say ah.”

“I can… eat… by myself…”

“Oh, did I misunderstand? Are you saying you have enough strength to eat on your own?”

I immediately opened my mouth.

The smoked salmon that slid in was perfectly seasoned.

As I gently chewed, savoring the soft texture, Han Doha kissed my cheek and began to bring something else.

I think he did this last time too…

Well, it’s not like I mind being fed… It’s actually nice to use my hands less.

Rationalizing this way, I obediently opened my mouth.

After a while of accepting various bites, I suddenly realized he hadn’t eaten anything.

I glanced back and forth between the set table and his face.

The food looked barely touched, with only a bite or two taken from each dish.

“Aren’t you going to eat, CEO Han…?”

“Feeding you comes first. You need to gain some weight.”

As he spoke, his hand subtly groped my buttocks.

Telling me to gain weight while his hands kept fondling my buttocks—did he believe this would make me gain weight?

“You’ve got a slender figure, but your butt is nice and plump. Do you know? It’s genetic. If you’re going to gain weight, it happens everywhere, not just on your butt. That’s why when you hold it like this… it feels nice, almost like a soft rice cake.”

“Please… stop it… CEO Han.”

“Why do you keep calling me ‘CEO Han’ when you know my name? Try calling me Doha, or just Doha. Earlier, you said it so easily, so why suddenly call me CEO Han again? I’m tired of hearing it—so much that I don’t want to hear it anymore.”

A shiver ran down my spine. Is he really crazy?

I was at a loss for words, my mouth agape.

Then a piece of soufflé pancake was placed into my mouth. I closed my mouth and chewed it immediately. It was soft and delicious.

As I chewed for a few moments, I had a sudden realization.

It’s like one of those things, right?

The witch from the gingerbread house who lures you in with delicious treats, planning to trap you in him pot.

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