Chapter 52: Letting Go

Joon-ho began to move. Slowly, steadily, his hips rolled forward, easing the thick length of his cock deeper into Ji-hye’s already-wet, but achingly tight pussy. She gasped, her nails pressing against his arms. Even with all the arousal soaking her folds, she clung to him so snugly, so intimately, that every inch he pushed in felt like a stretch, like her body was desperately trying to memorize his shape. "Ahh..." Ji-hye moaned, head tilting back as her thighs wrapped tighter around his waist. Joon-ho exhaled a low breath, his eyes locked on her face, watching every twitch, every flutter of her lashes as he began to build a rhythm. "You’re so tight..." he whispered, voice low and reverent, hips starting to move with more confidence now, a slick, wet sound meeting every stroke. Ji-hye whimpered, her hands flying to his back, her lips parting as pleasure bloomed. "I can feel... every vein. It’s stretching me so deep... oh god... it’s so thick... I feel it all..." Joon-ho smiled and leaned in to kiss her—slow, warm, anchoring her to him as his thrusts deepened, angling just right to graze her inner walls, his pace steady but growing more insistent. Every inch of her pulsed around him, gripping like velvet heat. She moaned softly against his mouth, legs shaking as his cock dragged along her soaked walls. Her body began to react on instinct—thrust for thrust, clench for clench—as if something deep inside her had been reawakened. "You feel incredible," he murmured, his voice brushing against her ear like velvet. "So wet, so warm... like your body was made to take me." "It wasn’t supposed to feel this good," Ji-hye gasped. Her fingers tangled in his hair, nails scraping gently over his scalp. "I can’t believe—fuck—how deep you’re inside me..." He angled his hips again, and the thick head of his cock kissed her cervix. Ji-hye cried out, back arching off the bed, eyes flying open with shock and pleasure. "There?" Joon-ho asked, slowing to press against that spot again, grinding his hips to keep her trembling. "Y-Yes—" she moaned. "Oh god, yes, right there—please, keep going, I need it, I need it—" Joon-ho’s thrusts grew sharper, deeper, but still controlled—his hips rolling rather than slamming, the thick base of his shaft nudging against her folds while the tip repeatedly grazed her sensitive spot. Ji-hye was unraveling beneath him. Her body flushed from chest to neck, nipples rock-hard and pressed against his chest with every motion. Her breathing was erratic, moans laced with disbelief and hunger. Every nerve in her body lit up. She felt more than just filled—she felt possessed, taken. Like her body had been waiting for this. For him. "You’re squeezing me so tight," Joon-ho groaned, leaning down to kiss her neck, then lower, mouth trailing between her breasts. "Like your pussy doesn’t want me to leave." "I don’t," she admitted, her voice shaking. "I want more... I want all of you." He kissed her again, deeper, and her thighs tightened around his hips. He began thrusting faster, more deliberate, driving into her with the kind of patience that only made it hotter—every stroke building toward something devastating. The slick sound of his cock sliding into her filled the room, her juices coating his length, dripping down between her thighs onto the sheets. Ji-hye’s moans turned into sobs of pleasure, her hands gripping his back. Her body was spiraling—her clit throbbed, her walls fluttered, and her brain could barely keep up with the overwhelming sensation. She could already feel the orgasm coiling in her belly. Her lips brushed his ear. "Joon-ho... I’m gonna come... please, don’t stop—" He buried his face in her neck. "Don’t hold it back," he growled. "Let me feel you fall apart." Ji-hye cried out, the first wave crashing through her as her pussy clenched hard around him, milking his cock, her body arching, trembling. Her orgasm was hot and sudden, wetness flooding between them. She was still gasping when she felt him keep moving—unrelenting—riding her through the aftershocks, pressing her deeper into the mattress with every thrust. Only then did Harin move closer, her body already flushed and hungry as she pressed against Joon-ho from behind. Arms slipping around him, her voice like silk in his ear... "How is she?" Harin whispered against his ear, lips brushing his skin. "How does Ji-hye’s pussy feel wrapped around you like that?" Ji-hye flushed deep red, moaning into Joon-ho’s mouth. "D-Don’t say things like that," she stammered, even as her hips rolled up to meet each thrust. "That’s embarrassing..." "But it’s true, isn’t it?" Harin murmured, her voice like silk against her ear. Joon-ho groaned as Harin’s fingers toyed with his nipple, sending an extra jolt down his spine. One of her other hands slipped down between Ji-hye’s thighs, finding her swollen clit and circling it slowly. Ji-hye cried out, her body jolting under Joon-ho as Harin teased her with featherlight touches. Her pussy clenched around him—tight, rhythmic, desperate for more. "Mmm," Harin purred. "She’s squeezing you so hard... her pussy must be starving for every drop you give her." "She is," Joon-ho groaned, turning his head to capture Harin’s lips in a kiss. "She’s tight... warm... soft. Like her pussy’s hugging me—pulling me deeper every time I move. Like it doesn’t want to let me go." Harin smiled into the kiss. She loved watching Ji-hye like this—vulnerable, overwhelmed, but utterly beautiful. She slid onto the bed and lay down beside Ji-hye, her hand never leaving the other girl’s clit. Ji-hye’s moans grew frantic now, her breath hitching with every stroke. Her body was trembling under the heat, overwhelmed by pleasure. "Harin—ahh—too much," Ji-hye whined, trembling under the combined sensation of Joon-ho’s cock plunging deep and Harin’s fingers working her sensitive nub. But Harin didn’t stop. She leaned forward, lips brushing Ji-hye’s nipple before sucking it into her mouth, tongue teasing the stiff peak as her fingers continued their delicious torment. Ji-hye’s body writhed. Joon-ho adjusted his position slightly, pushing her legs higher, his cock now nudging against the deepest part of her. And then— "Aah! Joon-ho!" Ji-hye screamed as he poked her cervix, her eyes rolling back, her walls clenching again. Her hands reached blindly, grabbing for him, for Harin, for anything to anchor herself as her orgasm tore through her. "I haven’t..." she moaned, voice shaking. "I haven’t felt this way in so long... so full... so—fuck—so good..." Her entire body trembled, pinned between Joon-ho’s thrusts and Harin’s delicious teasing. She didn’t even realize she was crying until the first tear rolled down her cheek—from pleasure, from release, from something deeper that had finally, finally been touched. Joon-ho kissed her tear away, slowing his rhythm just slightly, making sure she stayed right at the edge, riding that wave for as long as possible. Harin, still close, whispered into Ji-hye’s ear, "You deserve this. Every second of it. Don’t hold anything back." Ji-hye nodded, her hands now gripping the sheets. "I don’t want to... I want more... please..." And she meant it. Everything that had been locked up in her—the pain of her breakup, the loneliness, the ache of being untouched, unloved, unseen—was unraveling with every stroke of Joon-ho’s cock, every kiss, every brush of Harin’s lips. "You’re beautiful when you let go," Joon-ho said, voice deep and tender. Ji-hye looked up at him, dazed and glassy-eyed. She saw him—really saw him—and for the first time, she let herself believe it. That she was still wanted. That she could be worshiped. That this wasn’t just sex. It was healing. It was connection. It was surrender. And she didn’t want it to end.