Dread coils in my gut because I wonder if he wishes to take me. It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with him. I want it badly. But I am not prepared to handle the repercussions of a carelessly made child.
He sits on the floor, laying on his back. Which is…weird. He grabs my hand and pulls me down with him.
I squat to the side, but he urges my leg over him, and when I comply, to my shock, he pulls me up his body so that I’m straddling his face.
My first instinct is to jump up, but his arms hold me in place as his mouth connects with my core.
Despite being appalled, my body delights in his soft caress.
He pulls my hips.“Sit-down.”
I think he wants me to place my weight on him, and because I can hardly think straight, I comply.
He moans as he works my center, caressing my petals with broad strokes, bringing me closer and closer to that edge he pushed me over yesterday.
A scream wells in my throat. I struggle to choke it down. It’s just so powerful.
“Cum-babee…”Trent growls.
It’s too much. My body wasn’t meant for this. I can’t hold it back.
I grab the lip of the tub, bearing down, grinding against Trent’s hungry mouth, which, judging by his sinful sounds, seems to satisfy him as much as it does me.
This has to be an American thing. My Korean mother never prepared me for this. Or traditional sex, for that matter.
Coming from a legacy line, I was taught manners, that modesty was practiced in public, and sex was something done in private.
It was a wife’s duty to please her husband, not that I had ever successfully pleased Ji-hoon. He endured having sex with me when he had to, and the blowjobs I gave him seemed more to punish me than for his own satisfaction.
Trent isn’t like Ji-hoon, though. He seems more than happy with my body’s reaction to him. In fact, he encourages it.
And for the first time ever, I let go. Not like I did last night when I wasn’t even sure which way was up and which way was down. I give myself over to carnal passion entirely.
I throw my head back, crying out as I chase the high that only Trent can give. He accepts the abuse of his face with vigor, quickening his stroke and giving me exactly what I need to sate the lustful seed growing inside me.
When my body finally settles, I listen, hoping the children did not hear what just happened.
They’re silent.
I sit back on Trent’s chest and look down to see him smiling up at me. I return the grin, elated by how we’ve connected.
I can think of nothing more satisfying than giving him pleasure, but as I’m about to move down his body, he grabs my legs, pulling them up so that I’m supported only by my butt, then he spins me and sets my legs down again, pulling them back so that I’m straddling him backwards.
The thought of him looking at my bottom makes me blush, but as soon as I see his cock bobbing, eager for attention, I lose my modesty.
But before I can take him in, my hips yank back. Trent has laced his arms through my legs, and he’s pulling, pulling until I’m seated once again on his face.
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TRENT
Suki gasps, which makes me leak pre-cum like a damn teenager.
I love how sensitive she is. How it’s like she’s discovering her body for the first time.
After a few gentle licks, she moves eagerly against me. I bring a hand down to my cock and run it along my shaft, hoping she gets the point.
Like I’d hoped, her small hand closes around mine, and a moment later, my head is bathed in warmth.