Struggling he ripped my panties off almost violently and fumbled with his jean buttons. Yanking, he pulled his boxer shorts down and whipped his cock out which was standing hard and proud, swollen and red, glistening and moist.

Rising, his hands behind my knees, he pushed my legs, lifting my ass slightly off the floor for better access. Sitting down on his knees, he spread open my pussy folds with his searing member, the lips opening wide around his shaft. Clearly enjoying the view, the spread my juices around the dark, wet opening, using his swollen helmet. He let out a deep, sexy sigh, biting his lower lip, denting it. He was cracking...

"Please." I whined, with my hips grinding, trying to impale myself on his cock.

He briefly stopped right on the verge of entering and looked at me directly in the eye. I flushed with need under the direct stare.

He pushed in, fought his way in in one strong, slow push, all the way to the hilt. A long growling hiss escaped his lips and in ecstasy, he closed his eyes, his lips lifting and thinning over his grinding teeth, his dimples tight across his cheeks.

"Oh yesss..." I panted. I opened to him like a flower, inside and out. He touched the deepest part of me.

The feeling of finally being filled after all the hours of teasing was mind-blowing. My legs shook, sweat was gathering along my spine, I could smell my soft, sweet scent rising from between my legs...

My soaking wet, tight hole sucked him in so deep, it drove me wild with desire. He straightened his legs to lie on top of me and stalled. I clawed at his derriere peeking over the elastic of the boxer shorts, pulling him harder against me, desperate for movement. I scratched his back under his shirt, squeezed his thick biceps.

I wanted to grind and writhe against his hardness, to feel him move inside me but Namjoon just kept me still with his weight, with his cock. It felt as if I were staked to the floor by his spear.

All I could do was plead: "Please...please, Namjoon... please..." desperate.

Yanking his neck, I managed to pull him down and I pushed my tongue into his mouth, pulling his hair.

Groaning, he snapped out of his trance and started to move.

"I'm sorry, this is going to be quick. I. can't. take. It. Any. More." He pushed at each syllable, each thrust faster and harder than the one before.

Gladly, I took it, opening myself as wide as possible, adjusting my hips and grinding against him.

Despite just climaxing, need lifted its impatient head again.

"Oh god, yes, Namjoon.... harder...."

He grunted in frustration and stood up, pulling out, leaving me fully exposed, pink wetness leaking juices onto the floor. He yanked his jeans and boxer shorts off in one swell swoop, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor.

Briskly, he stuck his hand out to me and barked:

"Up. Now." His expression dark, lustful. Urgent.