Where I Belong

Chapter 6: Angry

Having dried themselves, Minseok led Solbin to the side of his bed. "Bend over," he ordered. His tone carried not just authority but also eagerness, and it made her more and more curious as to what he had in mind.

Efficiently, she did as she was told, awaiting his further instructions. Her ass was in the air and her head was propped up by her hands. Her stomach was on the mattress and her legs were spread comfortably. But deep inside she wished he would fuck her till her knees gave in.

He approached her from behind, stroking her slick folds a few times with the right amount of force, just enough to give her pleasure and be a tease at the same time, and he was too damn good at this. "Someone's wet, hmm?" He whispered, nibbling her earlobe and kissing the shell of her ear. It was clear to both of them that she was entirely under his control now.

"Yes, Minseok," she admitted breathlessly. How she missed this feeling. She was not going to hide this anymore. She was going to enjoy every single moment of it with him. "I'm wet for you."

"Can't wait for me to take you?" He teased her, not just with his words but also by nudging her entrance with his tip. Ah, she so desperately wanted him to enter her and claim her. His hands were on her hips already, so what was he waiting for? She knew he wanted her too, badly, so what was stopping him?

"Please don't make me wait anymore," she whined. By now she was aching for his cock. "Please...just make me yours."

His fingers ghosted over her spine, setting her senses on fire. She could feel that any moment her arousal might begin to drip down to her thighs if he did not fill her up right away. She would do anything just to get him to penetrate her. He just had that effect on her when he took charge in the bedroom. There was nothing she would not do. Really, she was about to swallow her pride, get on her knees, and beg — but that was when he entered her.

She let out a moan in utter ecstasy. He was really stretching her with his cock because previously he had denied her request for his fingers in her. If even the slight pain from the stretch was so good already, how addictive would the pleasure be? She no longer needed to wonder; she was finding out for herself already. He took advantage of the position — she knew he had her bent over for a good reason. As her body was angled slightly downward and her legs were spread apart for him, he could bury himself deep inside her and thrust away with no care for anything else in the world. He wanted her, only her.

Minseok's groans of pleasure were unstrained, his passion unbridled. He put his sexy hips to good use and thrusted into her fast and hard. He was enjoying his view big-time: he could easily view her sexy rear and also watch himself move in and out of her. Goodness, he had been pining for that the whole week. Could she deny that she was after the same kind of pleasure and fulfillment? She did wonder how things would have turned out if she had not left him so rashly that night. If she had stayed to have angry sex with him. Wouldn't it have been just as passionate? Or even more so?

"Minseok," she panted, feeling her hair stick to her back because she was sweating now, and still she wanted to make this even hotter for him. "Aren't you angry with me for dumping you?"

He leaned down to bite on her shoulder lightly, changing the angle of his thrusts but not the amount of pleasure that both of them were getting from it. "I can't stay mad at my baby girl," he grunted.

"But will you fuck me like you're angry?"

His response came in the form of a smack to her bottom. He upped the speed of his thrusts at the same time, drilling into her roughly. His fingers dug into her hips, forceful enough to leave bruises, but she wanted him to mark her as his anyway, so she moaned but not in protest. She had no objection to him being this way with her. In fact she loved it; it did remarkable things to her body and catalyzed her imminent climax.