Chapter 30: Riding him

Namjoon’s lips were wrapped around YN’s breast, sucking eagerly as her hips moved rhythmically on top of him. “Yes, just like that, baby,” Namjoon groaned, his voice low and raspy. “Keep riding my cock.” His hands were gripping her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him, her small frame looking like a child sitting on its father’s body. That’s how massive Namjoon was in comparison to her petite figure.

YN’s fingers dug into his broad shoulders, her nails scratching softly as she pushed her face against his muscular chest. She was softly crying, overwhelmed by the pleasure. The angle of his cock hitting her just right, each thrust making her shudder with pleasure. Her body was trembling as she continued to move, her thighs burning with the effort of keeping the pace, but it felt too good to stop.

Namjoon’s hands slid down to her ass, squeezing her cheeks firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he helped guide her movements. When YN began to tire, her pace faltering, Namjoon took over. His strong hands gripped her hips, and he began thrusting up into her from below, his cock driving into her with deep, powerful strokes. YN let out a wild cry, her body arching in response to the intensity of his movements.

The sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the room, a rhythmic, primal sound that matched the growing heat between them. Namjoon’s grunts grew deeper as he thrust harder, his pace relentless, and YN clung to him, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

It had been two months since she had trusted Namjoon again, two months since she had let him back into her life after everything. She still wasn’t sure about herself, still wasn’t sure if her feelings for him were purely love or something else entirely, but what she did know was that she felt safe with him now. She had let herself go in his arms, her body and heart craving him as much as his craved hers.

YN’s hair was a mess, sticking to her flushed face, and she moaned against Namjoon’s chest, her voice shaky. “I’m close,” she whimpered, her hips grinding down harder against him. “I’m gonna come.”

Namjoon’s thrusts became more urgent, his cock pounding into her as he growled, “Milk my cock, baby. Come with me.” Only Namjoon, a 25-year-old young man, had the audacity to call a 40-year-old woman "baby." But with his giant body and her small frame, she felt like one beneath him.

His thrusts grew harder, faster, and within moments, they were both teetering on the edge. YN’s body tightened around him, her walls clenching as her orgasm hit, and Namjoon’s body followed suit. With one final thrust, they exploded together, their bodies trembling in unison as they rode the wave of pleasure.

YN collapsed onto Namjoon’s chest, her body still shaking, and she hugged him tightly, as if he might disappear if she let go. She remained on top of him, her breathing ragged as she tried to come down from the high. Namjoon lay still beneath her, his arms wrapped around her protectively, waiting for a few seconds before gently shifting their position.

He rolled her onto her back, hovering above her now, his eyes soft as they met hers. “Open your eyes, my love,” he whispered, his hand caressing her flushed cheek softly. YN hesitated for a moment before she grew bold, pulling his face down toward hers and kissing him roughly, her lips demanding and fierce.

Namjoon smiled against her lips, amused and satisfied by her sudden boldness. He kissed her back, his lips moving against hers with tenderness even as she kissed him with fiery passion. When the kiss finally broke, Namjoon gazed down at her, his smile growing. “The night is still young for both of us,” he said, his voice filled with promise, as he leaned down for another kiss.

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