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Each movement of his tongue made a wet, sticky sound.
When I tried to push him away, he slowly lifted himself, letting go of my nipple.
But he reached to touch where it was wet and sensitive, making me wince.
Honestly, both sides were in the same state.
“Why does it stay the same color every time, no matter how much I taste it?”
“…It hurts…”
He flicked my nipple with his finger, drawing out a small, pained sound.
“Don’t…”
Even with that weak protest, he lowered his hand and bit my lower lip lightly.
As though by reflex, my mouth parted, and he kissed me gently.
When I wrapped my arms around his neck, he pulled me up slightly and undid my belt.
Moving back, he carefully kept from hitting the ceiling and pulled my legs together.
With a small motion, he removed my pants and briefs all at once.
Between my spread legs, I could see my arousal, glistening under the dim red light.
Whether it was from the alcohol or the pheromones filling the car, my head felt hazy.
“Did you like me sucking on them?”
“No… that’s…not it…”
He teased, brushing his fingertip over the wet tip.
Even that light touch made my whole body burn, making me instinctively pull back.
Doha had a way of ignoring my weight and handling me like paper.
When I tried to escape, he simply caught my ankle and drew me back, just as he did now.
“Don’t try to deny it when you’re like this. Who would believe you?”
“Hah…ah…”
I twisted my hips, desperate to escape the sensation, but his big hand wrapped around me, sliding up from the base to the tip, making me arch.
My hand grasped for anything to steady myself, a soft friction sounding in the stillness.
With his touch, a helpless moan escaped from my open mouth.
Ah…ah…
When he pressed mercilessly against the sensitive dip of the head, I felt my vision go white.
His grip on the base of me, moving upward with firm pressure, sent waves of pleasure pooling dangerously in my abdomen.
“Ah…ah…ahh…”
White droplets had splashed onto Doha’s gray vest.
He wiped the stain lightly and rubbed it into my chest, where I was still heaving.
The sharp sensation tingled, spreading warmth from my chest down to my toes.
“Did it feel good?”
“Ha…yes…”
He lifted one of my legs slightly and brushed the wet opening with his fingertip, teasing as though he might enter.
His fingers traced each fold with an aching slowness before sliding inside.
He entered with two fingers at once, somehow filling me without discomfort.
His fingers moved around, finding that sensitive spot, and when I opened my mouth to say something, he pressed into it.
“Ah! Ah…!”
“Doesn’t it feel good?”
“W-wait… Please…”
“Just a few touches, and you’re dripping from front to back. I think you prefer this to pheromones.”
I tried to deny it.
But when he pressed inside again, the heat in my belly intensified, and I felt myself hardening again.
Each pulse brought me closer to the edge, the precum clinging in delicate threads.
“N-no… ah…”
“Tell me, who did you go meet?”
“Ah… I went to meet Eunjoo…”
At the mention of Eunjoo’s name, his fingers pressed harder, deeper, into that sensitive spot.
I could feel his knuckles brushing against me with each thrust.
“You took so long to say my name, but you say his with such ease?”
A dull ache throbbed in my lower abdomen.
I kept pushing against the leather seat, trying to create some distance, but the dangerous pleasure only grew more intense, forcing me to bite down on my lip to hold back.
“Doha, Doha, please… just, please…”
“Just like that? How am I supposed to know what you want if you only say that?”
“….”
Do I really have to say, ‘Put it in and move’?
Even if I wanted it, saying it out loud was a whole different matter.
But the thought of staying in this awkward position was even worse.
Reluctantly, I bit down hard on my lip, stole a glance at him, and then widened my legs just a bit, grabbing my inner thigh with one hand.
Blinking several times, my heavy, tear-soaked lashes brushed against each other as tears that had pooled began to roll down my cheeks.
“Just… put it in.”
In that instant, my own ragged breaths sounded unusually loud.
Then came the click of a buckle being undone, and Doha lifted my hips.
When his length touched my relaxed entrance, my body tensed involuntarily—whether from anticipation or nerves, I couldn’t tell.
As he entered me in one fluid motion, filling every part of me, my head tilted back in a groan.
A dense, hot pressure surged up to my throat, almost suffocating me.
His steady rhythm pushed me higher, again and again.
“Haa… ah…!”
“Taking it so well… you’ve been craving it, haven’t you? How’d you even hold back?”
“Mm, yes… ah, ah…!”
My moans spilled out as if in response, filling the small car with a sharp, masculine scent.
Each of his thrusts made the car sway.
With a particularly forceful movement, my breath hitched, and any discomfort from the initial entry was overtaken by waves of pleasure.
My entire body seemed to pulse with his warmth, as if about to melt.
With each weighted movement, my body slid a little upward.
A streetlight’s glow filled the view from the wide window, and I suddenly realized we were in a public parking area, right near my mother’s house.
At that thought, my body involuntarily tightened, and Doha furrowed his brow in response.
As he picked up the pace, pleasure and tension mingled, intensifying the heat building in my abdomen.
My body felt on the verge of breaking.
“Ah…! Slower… just… a bit… slower… please…!”
“You’re begging for slow while eating me up like that.”
His relentless thrusts weighed heavily on my lower abdomen, my legs trembling at each movement.
Ragged breaths and broken moans escaped as he pushed deep, his rhythm fierce.
“Someone… might… see…”
With a sudden halt, he wrapped his arms around my waist and shifted our position, keeping us connected. I shot him a puzzled look, but he lifted my hand to his lips and spoke.
“Just making sure you can’t see anything outside.”
His heavy breaths brushed against my flushed skin.
Drawing my arm toward him, he pressed his chest to mine.
Just as I tried to nestle closer, his fingers slid down my waist, making my body stiffen as his hand settled on my hip.
“Now this… this is the perfect view.”
“Ah…”
“See, just like this…”
He whispered into my ear, holding my waist in one hand while gripping my hip with the other.
“From this angle, anyone could watch my movements clearly.”
The position left me partially exposed, and if someone looked, they might assume I was lost in my own enjoyment.
My face heated instantly, and only soft gasps escaped my lips.
When I raised a hand to shield my face, Doha lowered my waist and pushed back inside in a single thrust.
“Aah…!”
“Why? Isn’t putting on a show more thrilling?”
“No, I never…”
“Hard to believe when you’re enjoying yourself so much, taking me in like that.”
I tried to match his rhythm but ended up pulling him deeper with every mismatched movement.
“No… I don’t…”
“Then why are you tightening up at the thought of someone watching? Yura, you’re clenching around me like this is what you wanted.”
My whole body shook.
The mix of dread and thrill made me flush with a sense of guilt.
Grabbing at the hem of my shirt, I tried to hide the spot where we were joined.
“No… no, please… stop.”
“If you hate it so much, then why are you still taking me? Your words don’t match your actions.”
He gripped my hips firmly and lifted me higher, pushing deeper with each thrust.
The lingering haze of alcohol evaporated in an instant, leaving me wide awake. My thighs quivered.
“Why did you go see Ha Eunjoo?”
“This feels… strange… please… please stop… Doha, please…”
I shivered, feeling as if someone might be right outside the window, watching my exposed back.
The thought seared into my mind, making my skin prickle.
A small sob escaped me as I buried my face in his chest.
Doha shifted his hips back, then pressed in again, each shallow thrust sending tingles through my body.
“Answer me, and maybe I’ll finish faster.”
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