Never Love Again

45. A Night of Passion

"Is there anyone else more compatible for you to date than me? I'm the one able to bring you unimaginable pleasure than anyone else."

We went to that picnic of his which turned out to be a huge failure. We ended up on a long trail after a heavy downpour and took shelter underneath a leafy tree. I was too hungry to wait so I unpacked some snacks he'd baked for both of us, munching away without giving a care to how soggy they'd become. He watched me, laughing at my swollen cheeks filled with food. I almost choked since his laughter was contagious...I was tempted to laugh with him but controlled myself.

He kept watching me as he often did since I've known him until I almost believed his confession as sincere.

Captivated by me? What was he captivated about? I was quite boring to many, way too frivolous to anyone want to date. Perhaps he was just mesmerized by my scent. Yes, that had to be it...him confusing things for feelings.

That was how it all started. This...how he was beginning to make me feel especially after us copulating multiple times. Obviously I couldn't turn down the offer. Everyone in campus wished to be bedded by him and I'd had my taste.

I was beginning to feel addicted. Still, I was tempted to prove this arrogant arrogant and overconfident bastard otherwise. Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to the sex arrangement and come with him here. He hasn't stoped touching me...no sight restrain from him until I'd beg him every time to stop.

Was my libido this bad?

"Couldn't you ...wait...till we showered?" I spoke between breaths. He'd pinned me to the wall and had filled me up so tight I could barely breath from the tingling pleasurable sensation that kept traveling up and down my spine. He kissed my neck, sending a convulsion through my body down to the tip of my toes.

"I've thought about you the entire ride home...when we were hiking back to the parks parking lot...and I still cant accept your reasons to reject dating me." He began to kiss the nape of my neck, then nibble at it. "Here, this is where I will bite you before you imprint on me and make me completely yours...even though I've already told you times without number I already am."

"Just...move...you talk too much..."

"That's what you say, yet I can tell you're getting further turned on." ...and with a single thrust, he nudged at my insides then stopped, as if he wanted to make me crave for more. Yet how could I when my heart was about to burst out of my mouth?

Stan spoke as he trailed his hand between my legs, his other hand around my waist as his chest pressed on my back, my chest against the door. This horny bastard had tackled me the moment we got here.

"I'm curious what expression you'll make toning for I don't intend to let you sleep Yeon."

I couldn't tell how long he went on thrusting into me, banging my hips at the door, pushing, pressing, caressing my body...my insides, and often calling out my name repeatedly.

He felt hot.

I moaned out aloud as I felt my release, just about the same time as I felt him bite my shoulder and felt him filling me up inside me.

"Raw...you did it raw you...asshole..."

"Yeon...I don't think you're leaving tomorrow..."

"You'll kill me..."

"I'm going to plow you all night Yeon...until my hips grow numb..."

Before I had the chance to fight him, he'd sinned me around and was kissing me. With my chest to his, my back against the door once more, I felt trapped. I couldn't escape him. He was stronger than me, much taller than me.