Pen Pals

Ty's evening

"Harder!" She moaned/screamed.

So I went harder. As her moans got louder so did my grunts. I switched our doggy-style state to missionary. I grabbed her neck to hold her tightly. I pounded into her in hopes to release my thoughts about a certain somebody. Unfortunately, it was working. Emerald didn't feel the same. It just wasn't the same kind of comfort.

"W-wae? Why'd you stop baby?" She whined in confusion as she sat up from her elbows.

I left her on the bed as I went to the bathroom. I took off the condom, bored of fucking her.

"Oppa if you want I can give you a BJ?" She followed behind me. She rested her left hand on my right shoulder and looked at me through the large mirror. With her left hand, she began stroking my cock, slowly.
"Something is clearly on your mind. What's wrong?"

"Stop touching me." I said, trying to ignore the pleasure she was giving me.

She gave me a seductive look, which was working. I don't know what she did, but her makeup was dark and sexy. She slowly went down on her knees and began licking me; teasing me. Her hands roamed my waist, rubbing against my v-line and lower back. She then began spitting on it and sucking it off. She made sure my manhood was all wet and slimy with her saliva, as she softly began to play with my testicles. I looked at her via the mirror, feeling no emotion, but the pleasure to my cock. She was slow with her movements, as she stared up at me, gleefully.

She would make the perfect wife, as a trophy. But did I want to be like my father? I am my father. So do I just abandon love? Love has already abandoned me.

"Oppa, why do you frown? Would you prefer I do this?" She choked herself on my length and 'skull-fucked' herself. Her hands gripped my ass as she began to bob her head. I couldn't help the few grunts from escaping my mouth. She was good at head.

However, to make it better I put a hand on her head prompting the speed to increase as well as go deeper. As she began to cry tears I stopped her movement. She looked up at me questioningly.

"Oppa why are you so hesitant?" She whined before she began panting.

"Tie your hair up." I pointed towards a draw that I kept my hair ties in. I should've disposed of them, but I honestly forgot that they were there.

She nodded before obliging. I looked down at my hard member and shook my head at it. It betrayed me. I looked in the mirror to see myself. How and why did I look so normal? Can't anyone see that I'm shattered in pangs of pain? No, they couldn't. And good. A man like me can not be showing his vulnerability to this world.

Emerald, with her hair tied in a messy bun, got back on her knees. I took a step back from her. Her neck was bruised and she had reddish marks all over her body. I don't know why, but I began to feel bad. It reminded me of the bruises Hanaiya showed me earlier on.

"Why do you keep on moving away from me?" She looked and sounded sad. Like genuinely sad.

"Look at the marks on your skin." I said in disbelief.

"And? This isn't a surprise, you always do this. And I love it! I love when you take dominance." She began taking steps closer to me.

My dick and my heart were in conflict. Do I succumb to my sexual desires, or do I uphold some dignity? I was so frustrated, until I was saved by the ringing of my phone. Thank God! I wasted no time in dodging the bullet -Emerald- to answer my phone.

"Hello?" I answered, not checking the caller's ID.

"Good evening, Seung Ti Kwung. This is Samsung's hospital. Your mother has been emitted. Not to worry, she's fine-"