Looks like I got here just in time. Play date's leaving. That sounds fucking awful. At least the parents aren't outnumbered. Two 'mothers', two kids, it can't be that bad. The little girl shrieks as her mother tries to buckle her in. She's got a voice on her! I wince at the ringing in my ears. I guess it can be that bad.
At least my little tiger has a boy. Boys have gotta be easier than girls. I scowl watching the car leave. What the fuck am I even thinking about this shit for? I just came to check on my little tiger and make a few things clear.
He's mine now.

I guess that's only one thing, but still. I need him to agree to that. And then I can play with Jisung and see just how rough my little tiger likes it. I palm my dick, thinking about that ass. Fuck yeah, I'm definitely getting in there tonight. Normally men don't turn me on, but he did here. I gotta fuck him out of my system and he's definitely down to fuck.
I walk up the sidewalk to his house and stand next to a car, pretending to look at my phone. I've never stalked a person before. That's not what I do. I know a guy to call if I need someone found. But I'm feeling a little awkward at the moment. He kicked my ass out a few hours ago; he's probably giving his son a bath, or reading stories, or just fucking watching Rugrats with him. I don't fucking know. I'm not going to knock.
Fuck that.

I grimace, not knowing what to do. I always have a plan of some sort. But I'm flying by the seat of my pants over this board. When he puts the kid to bed, that's the time to pay him a visit. But I don't know his bedtime. I don't know any of that shit. I run my hand down my face. Am I really going to creep around his house to figure out if he's putting him down for bed? I think about knocking on the door and imagine him standing there with the little guy on his hip. Yeah, I'm gonna fucking peek. I need to take a look and see what's going on in there. I'm not playing Connect Four with the little guy. Not when all I want is to get some ass. He's really gotten under my skin. I need to fuck this board out of my system.
I walk to the backyard. No fence, so that's easy enough. I slink around the corner of the house. I'm probably looking conspicuous as fuck, but I can't fucking help that. I don't think anyone saw me though. It's pretty dark, but I stay in the shadows.
He's got a nice deck. Real fucking nice. A sunken hot tub, although the cover is carpeted in leaves from the oak trees lining his property. They look like they've been there for a year. There's a giant trampoline in the back that's covered with netting. I huff a laugh.
He seems cautious. Protective. I like that, but he also seems uptight. Except when it comes to fucking.

My chest rumbles with approval and I have to readjust my hardening dick. I have to admit he brings out a virile side of me. A primitive need I don't think I've ever felt before. I fucking love it. I'm not sure how long it will last, but I'm sure as fuck going to enjoy it while I can.
The stairs to the deck are on either side - not smart. Anyone could sneak onto his deck and get to the glass sliding doors to his kitchen easy. Someone like me. I keep my steps even and stay quiet as I move up the stairs. I take a peek inside. I don't want to startle my little tiger, I just wanna see if the coast is clear.

His kitchen is pristine. Other than a pizza box sitting on the blue-speckled marble counter, there's nothing out of place. Steel pots hang above a massive island. His gas stove is large enough to cook for a dozen people, easy. This man is serious about his cooking. That reminds me about his restaurant. I'll have to head over tomorrow and check it out. I was too busy today at the office. I cringe, remembering how a jerk-off tried to convince me he needed more time. What he needed to do was stop wasting his wife's hard-earned money on gambling. That's what he needed to do. I'm sure he won't be doing that shit anymore. Not after today.

I take a few steps in front of the glass. I can see the living room from the kitchen and there are stairs on the right that lead downstairs. I can't hear or see either of them though. I look at the handle to the glass door and wonder if he'd leave it open. He better not. He seems too smart for that. I take a tug and sure enough, it's locked.
Good boy.

I press my ear to the door, but I still can't hear a damn thing. I almost leave, but then I see him. I stand perfectly still. I can't even fucking breath.

What the fuck am I doing? It hits me this very second that I'm gonna look like a psychopath if he sees me. I push my grin down, afraid even that will alert him to my presence. He's making me fucking crazy. But I fucking love it. I never have to work this hard for anything.
A broad smile appears on his face as he raises his hand and wags his finger. His eyebrows raise and I can clearly understand the mouthed word 'bedtime' as he disappears from view.
Fuck yeah, it is. Time for me to take him to bed. As soon as he's presumably gone and wait on the doorstep. I immediately send a text.

          I want you right now. - Minho

I know I'm gonna need to wait a minute while he puts his son to bed. I'm not a very patient man though. I lean against the wall of his front porch and frown at the text. I shouldn't have added Minho. He's already got my number programmed in his phone. I should know, since I put it in there. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck before crossing my arms over my broad chest. Any minute now. I look down, waiting for the delivered text to be seen.
What the fuck is wrong with me? He's got me all tied up over him. I shake my head at the thought, feeling like a little bitch. This isn't me. I don't sneak out to men's houses and second-guess my text message. Fuck no! I send them a text and they come running to me. What is it about this broad that has me wrapped around his little finger? Just as I push off the wall and consider leaving, my phone beeps.

          I shouldn't. I'm sorry.

I stare at the text. That's interesting. He doesn't want his dirty little secret anymore? No, that's not it. He wants me. I fucking knew he wants me. Before I can respond though, another text comes through

         I really can't. I'm sorry for earlier.

Sorry for earlier? What the hell does that mean? For kicking my ass out the second he came on my dick? That better be what he meant. I think about how to tell him he's going to be apologising for that shit on his knees while he chokes on my cock, but he sends another text.

          We just aren't good for each other.
          I know it's just sex to you, but I can't do that.
          It's just that I've just lost my husband.
          Well... you already know that.

This broad really doesn't care about excessive text messages. I run my hand down my face. What the hell am I doing?

        I don't mean that as a bad thing
        it's just too soon.

I finally message him back before he can continue this one-sided conversation.

          Stop overthinking it. I wanna fuck. Now.

He responds immediately:

          I'm sorry, I can't.

I smirk at the phone. The fuck he can't. He was pretty quiet earlier. We won't wake up his son. I'll just cover his mouth while he cums.

          Yes, you can.

I didn't come all this way not to get laid. And I want that ass. I decided to make it easy on him.

          I'm here. Come let me in.

I'm not taking no for an answer. He's obviously uptight, used to being in his own little world. And I'm not the type of guy he usually dates. That's fine. I don't mind. He's not my usual type either. But this is just sex. Hot sex. I palm my erection. I want it. He wants it. He's just got to get out of his own head.
I grin at him as he opens the door. He must've changed after putting his son to bed. He's wearing a robe now. Black cotton. It's simple and ends at his knees. He's clutching it to his chest as he opens the door for me to come in.
"What are you doing here, Minho?" I don't like his tone.
" I told you, I want you."
He bites his lip and closes the door as I stand in his living room. I take a good look at him. His makeup has been removed and he looks tired as hell. Still fucking beautiful, even more so. He doesn't wear a lot of makeup, not that I remember, but without it, his natural beauty shines through. His hazel eyes are a little larger, while his lips look rosy and plump. His cheeks are flushed, although that could be for a different reason.

He swallows and runs his hand through his hair, looking fixedly at the floor. He looks uncertain. He looks like he's coming up with excuses. I'm not done with him. He walked into my office, into my life. I'm not letting him leave so easy. Not when I've only had a small taste of him.
"Don't say anything." My voice interrupts his thoughts and his eyes spark with desire as he licks his lips. His mouth parts, but my tiger is obedient. He presses his lips together and nods.
"Good boy." I step closer to him and grab his hip in my right hand, pulling his body to me and wrap my left arm around his back to fist the hair at the nape of his neck. It won't hurt when I tug it. But it'll give me the control I need to make this perfectly clear to him.
"You're mine, kitten. When I want you, I'll have you." He knows the word to say stop this. But he won't. He wants this just as much as I do. The question is, just how fucking dirty does he want it? I smirk at him and pull his hair back so I can kiss his neck. I run my teeth along his neck and up his throat before squeezing his ass. His chest rise and fall with his swallow breathing.
I loosen my grip and take his lips with mine. His plump lips are soft and mold to mine. He parts them easily and I take a moment to massage my tongue along his. He moans into my mouth and that's all I can take. I pull back and smack his ass. "Bedroom."

He leads the way down the hall and up the stairs quietly. Very quietly. I can tell when we get to his son's room because he looks back at me with hard eyes and clenched fists and walks with slow, deliberate steps. "Relax Mama bear, we won't wake him up," I whisper in his ear and give his hips a squeeze. "I'll just have to find something to put into that loud mouth of yours." His cheeks flush a beautiful red hue and his pace speeds up at my threat.
That thought turns him on. I smirk at him back as we near the last door on the right. I bite my lip and come up with a plan. His boxer. I'm definitely going to shove his boxer in his mouth. That's fucking happening.
Instead of opening the door, he hesitates and looks back down the hall. I give his ass a pet and open the door myself.
At first, I'm confused. This can't be his room. It's too dark, too masculine. I just can't see my little tiger in here. But whatever, I guess if there's a bed, it's good enough.

"Strip now." I don't waste a fucking second and I start unbuttoning my shirt and ripped off my clothes. A robe and boxers, that's it. Fuck yes. The simple robe drops to the floor and pools around his feet. He looks anxiously at the bed
"Uh-uh, little tiger," I admonish him. "Boxers, too. Then get up there and get on all fours for your punishment."
His mouth parts with a gasp, but he's so fucking obedient. Even while he's stunned by my words, his thumbs hook into his boxers and drop them to his feet. He steps out and climbs onto the bed. I groan as he lifts his sun-tanned ass into the air. It's firm, but I can tell a hard pounding will get it to jiggle. I stroke my dick, fuck yes. First I've got to spank that ass for him being so rude earlier.
I climb up behind him and push him back down with my hand. He presses his cheek to the bed and looks back at me.

Waiting for his next direction. He's so fucking good. I loved his fight earlier. But his submission is even better. At least right now.
"Are you going to take your punishment like the good boy I know you are?" I'm so fucking condescending with this tone as I gently stroke and then squeeze his ass. He moans a yes into the pillow. He's turned on and primed already. His dripping member can just be seen between his thighs. "You wet for me?" I ask as I gently stroke his member. My eyes almost roll back in my head as I hear his needy whimper. I took a quick look at his hole, which was contracting in the air. It wants to be filled by my cock. I stroke my index finger along his cleft and a suppressed moan sounds. "You want to be filled by me. You want to be ruined by me."

I squeeze his ass firmly rather than spank it. Shit. I forgot about the kid. How the fuck am I going to spank him without making any noise? It's not going to happen. Fuck.
"You were a bad boy today. Do you know why?" I bet he gets this wrong. I bet he says he was bad for fighting me. But that wasn't bad at all. I fucking loved every second of that.

"For kicking you out." I'm fucking floored.

"That's right, little tiger." I run my fingers down his back and leave a trail of feather-light kisses down his spine.

"I'm sorry, Minho. I'm ready for my punishment." Fuck, he's so good. I line up two fingers with his hot entrance and slam in, not at all in punishment. Fuck that, this is all reward. I stay deep inside him, buried all the way to the hilt and give him tight ass a second to adjust to me. His tight walls wrap around my fingers and beg me to fucking pound into his wet hole as it squeezes me. It takes everything in me to stay still. His face is hidden in the sheets as he muffles his scream.

"Quiet, little tiger." I grip his hips with my hand. I wanna be rough. I wanna fuck him raw and hard into the mattress. With agonisingly slow movements of my fingers, I massage his ring of muscles. He sticks his buttocks up further and presses himself towards my fingers. He pushes his back through to get closer to me, but I pull my fingers out further and further. A desperate whimper comes from Hannie. "Now, now, my little tiger, this is supposed to be a punishment." I grab his hips and pull his ass cheeks apart. I lick my lips and watch his little hole twitch. I get another idea how to give him a sinful punishment.

I massage his ass cheeks with my hands. He makes a pleasant moaning sound. I kiss the right side of his ass and bite into it. He squeals and startles. I lick and suck on the spot. With my left hand, I hit his ass and caress his battered skin. Slowly I kiss my way to his cleft and lick his hot entrance. Again and again, I run my tongue over it. I stop briefly and look at his face. I can see his tears in the corners of his eyes. He has bitten into his pillow to suppress his sounds. I detach myself from Hannie. "Little Tiger turn around and look in the mirror. I want you to see me eat you up." Sluggishly he obeys the instruction. I undo my trousers and take off my clothes. I take my boxers and push them into his mouth.

"Don't make a fucking sound while I punish this ass," I hiss into his ear. He lets out a small whimper and closes his eyes. I reach into his hair at the nape of his neck. "Open your eyes and watch." I kiss him and slap his ass again before kneeling behind him. Slowly I insert my tongue into him and fuck him. He presses himself against my tongue and cries out briefly. I taste it more intensely and have to stifle a growl. His behaviour and the fact that he hears so well turns me on. My penis demands attention, but I can't detach myself from him yet. I insert my finger in addition to my tongue. With my left hand, I slowly pump his member. His pre-seeds drip onto the sheet and a puddle has formed. His glans is reddened. He moans louder and louder and grips the sheet desperately. You could see his white knuckles. I detach myself from him and remove the boxers from his mouth. Breathing heavily, he slumps down. "Little Tiger, lie on your back and slide to the end of the bed. Your head will fall over the bed, but you should keep watching. Watch me own your ass."

With that statement, I ram my penis into him. His body jolts forward. I push harder, making his back arch. His fingers clutch at the sheets as he closes his eyes and bites down on his bottom lip. Nope. That's not watching. As if hearing my thought, he quickly opens his eyes and stares, transfixed on the image of us in the mirror.

I dig my fingers into his flesh and rut into his heat. My spit makes it soaking wet, which makes the movements easier and more fluid. The smacking sounds of me punishing his ass fill the room and fuel my need. I grunt as I hit his prostate. His body trembles and a look of pain crosses his face. I know he's got to be on edge with a mix of pain and pleasure. The intensity heightening his need to cum. It'll make it that much better when he does. He takes it though, he takes every blow like a good boy.

I keep up my steady pace and reach forward to grab his nipple. My fingers squeeze and pull his nipple. I slowly twist his hardened peak, feeling his ass clamp my dick. Fuck yeah, I know he fucking loves that. He thrashes and fights his need to pull away while also needing to push back for more. I fucking love that this is torturing him. His eyes never leave the mirror though. I switch hands, still slamming into his welcoming heat and twist and pull his other nipple. A small squeak escapes his lips and he bites down on his arm in response. He's trying so hard to listen. To take me fucking him while being quiet and watching. His ass tightens as a cold sweat breaks out along my body. I'm going to cum any minute and so is he.

"You don't cum till I tell you to," I snarl. He whimpers and shakes his head. "Don't you fucking dare." His body heats and shakes beneath me, needing its release. He struggles to hold on and obey. I don't make it easier for him because I also pump his member. He's so wet for me. He bites his lips and barely keeps his half-lidded eyes focused on the mirror.
"I can't." His voice cracks as he moans his words. I feel him tightening around me. He better fucking not. I gather his juices on my finger and move to his lips. He licks them off. Then I grab his member and squeeze the shaft. "Yes, you can. And you will, little tiger; you won't disappoint me." His eyes flash from the mirror to mine.

"Eyes back on the mirror." His eyes immediately go back to the mirror. He's so fucking good. I speed up and love how he has to hold in his screams, how his body fights for pleasure, but he's denying it, waiting for me to allow it. His gaze immediately goes back to the mirror. He is so fucking good. I speed up and love how he has to stifle his cries, how his body fights for pleasure but he refuses it, waits for me to let it happen. I give his shaft a quick press before letting go and my hand moves to his neck. I increased my speed again. I squeeze his throat shut. In the mirror I see him letting out silent cries from his open mouth. His tears of pleasure flow down his face. Goosebumps run down my spine at the sight of him. "Cum Hannie. Cum for me." I slam in again and push my finger against his hole, waiting for his cum. Waiting for it to relax, so I can slip in. I slam into him once, twice, three more times and then he does it. His mouth hangs open in ecstasy as his body shudders and heats with waves of intense pleasure.

My finger slips in and he goes off like a fucking firecracker. The most delightful noises I've ever heard are ripped from his throat as pleasure rocks through his body. Sweat forms on my brow as I fight the need to cum. But I'm not blowing my load just yet. I twist my finger and fuck his ass as he relaxes around me, aftershocks rocking through his limbs. I slowly pull out of him, both my finger and my dick. I'm so hard it hurts. I need to cum. His eyes are closed and he's slumped on the bed. His cheeks and chest are flushed. He was so relaxed, so beautiful. I smile as I look down on him.

That's a good thing, because he's gonna need to be relaxed for me to fit my dick in this tight little hole. I sit down at the head end and grab his hips. He puts his arms around my neck. I position him over my cock. Greedily I kiss him and push my tongue into his hot mouth. I look into his lust-veiled eyes and press him down on my cock. He throws his head back. I kiss his chest. Without giving him a moment, I ram into him. He knows what to say if he doesn't want this. His eyes spring open and his hands grip my shoulders as he realises what's about to happen. His entire body tenses. I pet his lower back. "Relax, little tiger. Push back and relax." He nervously bites his bottom lip and watches with a mix of apprehension and desire flashing in his eyes. More than anything though, excitement is written on his face.

He's so tight. I push the head of my dick a little deeper and try to sink in, but he's so fucking tight. I know I must be the only one to have taken him like this. The way he fell for me. His legs tremble with pleasure. Drool runs out of his mouth. Pride makes my chest swell. I'm going to take him just like this. "Your husband never fucked you like this, did he?" I don't need him to answer, but I still want to hear it. I want to hear I'm his best.

His back arches and twists and his body pulls away from me.

I pull his hips back and he resists me slightly, "You're giving me this ass, little tiger." I pull his hips to my dick and watch him bury his face in the crook of my neck. It doesn't seem right. Something's off. I don't like it. Fuck it, I'll have to wait until I can continue. That's fine. I got in a finger today and I know he loved that shit. He just needs to work up to it. My fingers run along his ass before dipping in. "Your greedy hole wants more, little tiger?" I fuck my fingers in and out of his twitching, sore hole, making sure hit the sweet point.

I don't get the reaction I expect. There's no moan, his eyes aren't on the mirror and he pulls away from me. I still and my chest tightens. Fuck, he's hurt. What the fuck happened? I gently place my hands on his hips and try to pull him toward me lightly, but he doesn't budge. My heart clenches and adrenaline pumps through my veins. Anxiety floods my system. He didn't safe word. I know he didn't. I would've heard him. "What's wrong, little tiger?" I keep my voice calm and even, but inside I'm freaking the fuck out. I don't like to see men cry. And sure as fuck not because of me.

"I hate you." His breathy words barely register as he lifts his head from my crotch. His eyes are red-rimmed and glassy from tears. His chest spams as he takes in a shuddering breath. He may as well have punched me in the gut. What the fuck happened?

"I hurt you?" I just don't see how. I don't know what I did. "I didn't mean to hurt-"

"Get out!" he screams with tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and then covers his mouth with his hand. He winces as his son lets out a wail from down the hall.

I don't know what the fuck happened. I open my mouth to protest, but he moves past me to get off the bed and immediately puts on his robe. He leaves the room without taking a look back.

He hates me? Did it really hurt that bad? It couldn't have. I didn't even get the head of my dick in. I slowly climb off the bed as I walk myself through everything that happened. He was loving it.
Your husband never fucked you like this, did he?  I close my eyes and let my head fall back. Fuck! I groan out loud and grab my shirt off the floor. Fuck! How could I be so fucking stupid? I lean my forehead against the wall and close my eyes. I'm such a fucking asshole. He's not some bitch, looking for a night of fun and running around on his husband. He's a widow, for fuck's sake.
I bend down to put my underwear on, trying to think of a way out of this shit. I need to backpedal fast. As I reach for my pants, I catch a glimpse of something under the bed. I sink to the floor and cover my face with my hands. There are boxes under the bed with his name on them. I look on the dresser and see pictures of them. A cute fucking family photograph catches my eye.

I feel like such a prick. He just fucking died. I shake my head and scowl. He doesn't need this. He doesn't need some prick bossing him around and using him like I am. I swallow the lump growing in my throat and pull my pants up. I need to get the fuck out of here.
He deserves better than this. Better than me.
I huff a humourless laugh and push my emotions down. He's too good for me anyway. And I have no place in my life for him. I start to open his bedroom door, but I can hear him humming a lullaby to his little boy. My heart clenches and tears prick at my eyes. I don't fucking cry. He said he hates me. Told me to get the fuck out. That's fine. I can do that for him.
I take a peek down the hall. The door is only cracked. I clench my fists and walk silently past the door and keep going. I don't look back or even wince when the floorboards squeak on the stairs. I don't stop moving until I'm at the front door. I hesitate, but only for enough time to hear his words in my head over again.

He hates me. I take one last look at the house before opening my car door. His picture-perfect home that I forced myself into. I climb in my car and leave him behind. It's only after I'm halfway home that I realise I forgot my tie. At least he'll have a piece of me to hold onto. Sadness overwhelms me. I'm sure he'll just throw it the fuck out. I would. 

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