CHAPTER 62

His lips curled into a wide grin, revealing his white teeth, and his eyes sparkled with playful mischief. It was hard to believe that Taejun had hidden this side of himself behind his usual cool and serious demeanor. Every day, Minhee discovered something new about him.

Taejun pressed his lips against the back of Minhee’s hand, which was covering her v*lva. His lips pressed down like a seal, making her palm lightly press against her heated core. The inner walls, already burning hot, trembled in response.

At that moment, Taejun’s tongue slipped between her fingers, teasingly flicking. Her fingers parted weakly, revealing the small, swollen cl*toris. His pointed tongue slid between her spread fingers, prodding and rubbing the tiny nub.

“Mmmph!”

Minhee barely swallowed the moan that escaped her and covered her mouth with her hand. Unintentionally, Minhee’s fingers had spread her p*ssy open for Taejun. The downy hairs on her slender arms stood on end as his wet tongue touched the delicate flesh between her fingers.

Each time his tongue licked and rolled over her cl*t, she involuntarily squeezed harder against the fingers that covered her p*ssy. A shiver ran up her spine a couple of times, and just as she felt her cl*max coming, Taejun abruptly pulled his lips away.

Rising from his kneeling position, Taejun looked down at her. Minhee lay sprawled on the large desk, scattered with disheveled papers, her eyes unfocused and filled with frustration. On the six monitors surrounding her, a tedious investment meeting was drawing to a close. He traced his lips slowly with the back of his hand and smirked.

“Do it yourself.”

He looked at her intently, his hand wrapping around his er*ect p*nis, revealed through his parted trousers, stroking it a couple of times.

“I can’t… do it.”

Minhee shook her head, closing her knees. Her v*lva, burning hot and throbbing, pulsed against her palm.

Hesitating, Minhee bit her lip before moving her hand slightly to rub her v*lva. She felt nothing. She had no idea how to replicate the sensations Taejun’s tongue and lips had given her.

“Try it like this.”

Taejun spread her thighs wide again. He covered her hand with his, pressing it firmly and rubbing it in circles.

“Ah!”

She swallowed a stifled moan and threw her head back. The spark of sensation returned to her core. As her thighs trembled and her muscles tensed, Taejun suddenly withdrew his hand.

Once again, she was left on the edge, her desires unfulfilled. The tiny beads of sensation scattered throughout her body collided and sizzled under her skin, filling her with a burning, almost painful frustration. It felt unfair like something precious had been taken from her.

A soundless sob escaped Minhee’s lips and eventually burst into tears, which trickled down her round cheeks. Half-dazed, Minhee pushed herself up, spread her legs wide, and reached out to Taejun.

“Sob… Hold me. I… I don’t know how…I need…”

Seeing her like this, Taejun lifted his chin towards the ceiling with a sigh, his breath unsteady. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and then his eyes narrowed as he lowered his gaze again. The gentleness faded, leaving behind only primal instincts.

His facial muscles tensed, and after a moment of hesitation, a coarse whisper escaped his lips, almost too faint to hear.

“F*ck…”

Startled, Minhee looked at him, wondering if she had misheard. But before she could process it, Taejun aligned his p*nis with her v*lva and thrust his hips forcefully.

“Ah!”

In an instant, his p*nis pushed through her narrow entrance to its limit. Like a bulldozer, it surged past her tight inner walls, penetrating much deeper than usual at once.

The sensation of his girth and length filled her, overwhelming her senses. As his gl*ns passed her c*rvix at an angle, it wedged into the deepest, most intimate crevice of her v*ginal wall.

Pushed to her limits by the sudden deep penetration, a cl*max that was just a drop short of bursting, hit her like a bursting dike. Minhee’s eyes widened and squeezed shut. Her sharp cry was muffled by Taejun’s lips capturing hers.

Minhee desperately clung to Taejun’s sturdy shoulders, writhing and squirming as she rode the waves of pl*asure. The paper beneath her back rustled as she moved.

Her inner muscles clenched and convulsed around his hot, moist p*nis, squeezing it tightly as it plunged deep inside her.

As Minhee pounded her fists against his shoulders, Taejun pulled his lips away from hers.

As he lifted his upper body, their lower bodies remained intimately joined, their slick thighs and hips making obsc*ne squelching sounds. Taejun realized he had lost control and driven his p*nis all the way to the hilt.

Taejun’s p*nis throbbed, swelling larger inside her. As he straightened up, the change in angle pushed the thick head deeper, pressing firmly against her depths.

“Ah! You’re… too deep, ahh…”

Before she could finish her gasping sentence, another wave of org*sm washed over Minhee. Overwhelmed by the relentless pl*asure, she was unable to control the volume of her voice.

‘I’m glad I turned off the microphone.’

Earlier, he had pretended to leave the microphone on to tease Minhee, but he had no intention of sharing this side of Minhee with anyone else. No, just the thought of another man seeing her like this made his guts twist and his body feel like it was on fire.

Taejun had been extremely careful with his penetration up until now, afraid of hurting her, who was significantly smaller than him. He didn’t want to pound against her sensitive c*rvix, even if it meant incomplete insertion.

But… he had never dreamed that just teasing her gently like this could lead to such deep-seated sensitivity.

As Taejun pulled Minhee’s dress up to her chest and felt around her abdomen, his hand brushed against the gentle mound near her navel. Even in this deeply penetrating position, he hadn’t dared to thrust too forcefully for fear of hurting Minhee. Yet sweat still trickled down his temples as he struggled to suppress his impending climax.

‘To think there are women who can make a man climax with just the contraction of their v*gina…’

Minhee’s inner walls were gripping his p*nis perfectly, riding the waves of her org*sm, clenching and milking from the head to the base. Just as he thought the spasms would subside, they would suddenly tighten, threatening to burst his c*ck. The unbearable stimulation sent his vision reeling, his hair standing on end.

“Ugh!”

Taejun exhaled a restrained breath, his forearm trembling as he gripped the desk. He regulated his breathing and straightened his upper body. Pushing up her bra, he grabbed her br*asts and squeezed her n*pples between his fingers.

“Nngh, don’t, ah!”

Taejun cupped her br*asts in both hands and rolled the peaks between his thumbs. The walls of her v*gina spasmed and tightened as a jolt of pleasure raced down her belly with each stroke of his n*pple.

Minhee arched her back and lifted her chin, and the monitors that surrounded her like a folding screen came into view above her lying head. Countless faces seemed to be watching her lascivious behavior. In her daze, she wondered if the cameras had really been turned off, and panic set in. 

The thought of being so brazenly exposed, n*ked, and climaxing repeatedly in front of all these people, sent a chill down her spine. A jumble of shame, terror, and uncontrollable ecstasy overwhelmed her.

“No…! I, I don’t… want…!”

Minhee cried and struggled against Taejun’s hold, tears streaming down her cheeks. Each blink of her dewy eyes released another tear. 

Gazing down at her, Taejun clenched his teeth. Every time her eyelashes fluttered, the glistening tears sliding down her cheeks made her unbearably beautiful. He wanted to cage her, preserve this sight for himself alone.

Whenever Minhee seemed unbearably adorable to Taejun, his heart raced with anxiety. Yet, his abnormal ar*usal surged relentlessly towards her.

He trembled with the primal desire to fill her completely with his essence. Taejun drew his hips back slightly, then pushed into her deepest reaches once more.

“Heh!”

Their lower bodies pressed together seamlessly, and Taejun’s heart rate skyrocketed. As Minhee’s arms, which had been desperately clinging to his shoulders, lost their strength, they slid down his shoulders like a waterfall.

As she gasped for breath with her mouth open, unable to properly vocalize, her head tilted back in a muffled whimper. Her white fingers clenched around the front of his shirt as she cl*maxed for the fourth time in a row.

The intense pleasure from her pulsing, convulsing walls was almost agonizing. The soft, hot, slick inner folds enveloped his p*nis from root to tip, contracting irregularly and quivering.

Unbearable pleasure shot up his spine and exploded at the crown of his head. Gritting his teeth to hold back the sensation, he slammed his fist down on the desk. The puckering and tightness of her inner walls felt unusually hot and vivid.

“Condom!!”

When Minhee had reached out to him with tears in her eyes and legs spread, he had been blind to everything else. The thought of a condom never even crossed his mind.