Jennifer's Lion

Fake ring? Seth told her he couldn’t decide between buying a new car or proposing to her properly. He’d chosen the latter he’d said, because he was head-over-heels for her. Cold anger frothed in her chest. What other lies had Seth forced down her throat?

“He doesn’t deserve you. You’re be better off without him.” Cyeon leaned

closer.

“I’ll help you forget about him.”

He purred, then brushed his lips over hers. Cyeon kissed her. Gently. Jen wanted to melt instantly in his arms. The impact of his kiss caught her by surprise. Fevered heat rushed through her veins. Her nipples went hard. Her pussy clenched, wanting to be filled.

Holy hell. What is happening to me?

Cyeon groaned and deepened his kiss. He palmed her face and opened her mouth with his tongue. He slid in. Demanding. She became lost in his kiss. Before long, she found herself responding to his kiss, nearly feral with lust.

“Jesus, baby.” Cyeon sucked in a deep breath. “You’re so addictive.” His hand slid to her ass, kneading, groping her, as if it would kill him if he didn’t.

Her heartbeat accelerated again. She felt his cock growing hard against her. He ground his pelvis against hers with every stroke of his tongue. She closed her eyes.

Cyeon was…huge.

He trailed butterfly kisses behind her ear, the side of her jaw, her neck. She shivered with delight. Every stroke of his tongue felt like a firebrand searing her skin and reeling her into a deeper ecstasy. He slid his hands to her breasts and kneaded them. She tensed. His fingers pinched her nipples, rolling and tugging, so that each friction jolted an exquisite pleasure straight to her pussy.

Oh god. She heaved. The sensations were sinfully good.

Cyeon released her breast and slipped his hand between her thighs. He hummed with pleasure when he found her soaking wet. “Nice,” he said. “Just the way I like it.”

“Cyeon…” she gasped when he stroked and parted her pussy lips. One of his fingers found her entrance. She tensed when he pushed a finger inside her. Her cunt contracted and clasped around his digit.

“So tight.” Cyeon groaned. Sweat beaded his temples. “Fuck. Are you a virgin?”

Her face flushed hot. “No,” she answered in a small voice.

“So damn tight. So damn wet. Love it.” Cyeon fucked her with his finger. Slow at first, but when she panted, he quickened his strokes. “I want to see you come first—

before I fuck you with my cock.”

“I…” She fidgeted.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “And don’t close your eyes.”

“Cyeon…” Her words got lost. He pushed his finger deeply, until his palm mashed against her swollen pussy lips. His thumb found her clit and rubbed it in small circles. Bursts of ecstasy exploded in her depths. She quickly clawed his shoulders.

Unbelievable. She was shocked at the intensity of pleasure, especially when he curved his finger, hitting a special spot in her; one that she hadn’t even known existed: her G-spot. The pleasure hurled back by a thousand fold. “Cyeon…”

“Good?” He kissed her mouth roughly. “Now come for me.”

She mewled when he finger-fucked her harder. The combination between the rubbing on her clit and the fast, sharp strokes in her pussy quickly teetered her on the precipice of a climax. Her body tensed.

“Don’t close your eyes!” They snapped open. “Good girl. Look at me when you come.”

He stroked faster. The pleasure buzzed like the flight of a million bees. She couldn’t hold on any longer and surrendered. Her climax hit her hard. Unmerciful.

“Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” Cyeon murmured at the height of her orgasm. “So fucking beautiful…” His gaze never left her as she drowned in a thick torrent of pleasure. Her pussy spasmed around his finger, milking it. Cyeon let out a savage grin.

“Perfect. Do this when I fuck you with my cock.” He withdrew his finger and patted her playfully. “Now turn around.”

Still high on endorphins, Jen felt shaky when she did what he ordered. She leaned against the sink as she heard the soft rustle of Cyeon undressing. A heartbeat later, he spooned her from behind. All of her nerves jumped alive when she felt his body against hers. His fevered skin. The throbbing cock that rested on the small of her back. His pubic hair coarse against her skin. And his shaft…

God. That thing felt…how big exactly?