Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

15: F*cking is All That Matters (M)

                  

"Money is irrelevant when it comes to fucking you. You're...different."

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Sex with Mr. Jeon became frequent, from two days a week to almost every day. I was required to leave work early to meet his demands. My bank account was increasing in digits and I was becoming fascinated with my client. What kind of sex would he introduce to me tonight?

"On all fours." He commanded with a dominate tone. He looked extra sexy tonight, his boss like outfit in a messy look with his satin button-down shirt exposing his abdominal muscles. His sleeves also rolled up, veins streaming predominantly, and pants unbuckled. The music softly playing in the background to enhance the moment, but my clients breathing and occasional touches triggered my sexual response.

I obeyed his words and planted myself in a doggy position on the cream-colored silk bed. My body was already bare in front of him, my naked behind a complete view. His hand slapped across my cheek, reddening the other to balance out. I winced from the hurtful yet satisfying stinging pain.

Wordlessly and slowly, his thick cock pressed forward sinking into me inch by inch.

"God.... that feels so good..." His breathing mixed with gratification.

"Fuck.." I whispered under my breath, his dick filled me wholly every time. Big and hard in each stroke along my vagina.

His hands settled on my hips and his pelvic bone beating along my sensitive ass. His friction quickening in pace, his grip pressing into my skin. My head deepening into the bed, my back in a tilted stance.

"Back...on your hands..." He grunted with his continuous bang.

My arms feeling limp from his strong rhythmic force, I fixed onto my palms. The smell of smoke emerged in the air of the bedroom, I turned to look at my client.

"OW!" A burn sizzled on my lower back, the outer skin blistered.

"Face the front. I didn't say you could look at me." His hands smacked my ass cheek once more.

My eyes tearing with the tingling scorch but minimizing in distraction from his hardness pumping in my hole, losing balance slowly with my hands.

He flipped me over like an animal, my burn recovering from the cool sheets. Completely inside me, his pubic bone bumping against mine, I could visually see his cock head probe along the corners of my cunt. His hands pressing my thighs down to guarantee full access; his cock slid in with my inner labia folding in and folding out with his stroke out. Watching his submerged cock was exceptionally stimulating.

"Christ..." His muscled chest grazing along my bouncy chest, his hot words blazing along my neck, small wet kisses traveling up my neck. My hips rolled with his to drive his shaft deeper into me.

In a sudden inspiration, his elbows locked under my knees and he lifted me up to fuck in a standing position. His sweat beaming lightly as he easily picked my body to only feel his cockhead inserted and then allowing gravity to fall back on his stiff erection.

My moans all over that place as he drove his cock in and out with the same pattern, so deeply. My arms finally finding the energy to wrap myself around his neck.

"Right there!" I cried.

"I'm...almost there." His words clustered, skin slapping filled the room. My body was squirming and twitching, his arms holding me tightly so I wouldn't fall.

"Oh my god!... Fuck... Mr. Jeon!" My walls tightening along the sides of his length.

"Say my name again baby... "He grunted

"Mr. Jeon!" I screamed.

He pushed me against the wall, his body banging in an unnatural force, my hips grinding along his. He was panting for air, I was in a desperate cry.

"Fuck....Fuck you." His balls tightening in me, his orgasm exploding.

He dropped me on the bed roughly.

"That was...incredible. It's worth the money." His breath heavy.

It certainly was never felt anything in my life like it. Never this good of a sex, extraordinary. The amount he was throwing at me per session still questioned me.

I flipped myself on him, drawing circles on his upper chest. The air conditioner above me blew along my swollen skin. The cigarette stuck between his lips. "You're good looking, I'm sure girls are all over you, but why pay for a slut like me? How do you even pay that much?"

He released his puff of smoke as he tilt his head back, then discharging the ashes. His stare parallel with mine as his exhalation was a strong tobacco smell.

"The payment is my concern. I like fucking you. You're different. I don't know... there's something about you." He smoked the last bit of his cigarette. His words consisted in a bland emotion, his facial expression stern as always and the depressing look in his eyes. Feeling his heartbeat from our closeness, mine made its own rhythmic pattern. An unknown perception filling me wanting to know this man's story.

Little did I know of the pain that I would encounter in the future.

If I only I knew.

A/N: Next chapter is longer...I promise. Things will get interesting, I'm excited ☺️. I almost forgot to mention, THANK YOU SO MUCH for 2k views on this shitty smut book lol. I really appreciate every single one of you, all my ghost readers as well. (J)Hope everyone's day is going great! And be safe, use a condom. lol idek. BYE for now. 🌞💋