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At some point, he needs to get new linens.
His fingers card through her curls and the aroma flutters up. Emma is all sugar— coconut and marshmallow hitting his nose and his mouth waters. Every time he touches her, his hands come back sticky. Isn’t that something?
If he darts his tongue out across his lips, he can still taste her. She’s so easy to please, methodically work open with licks and sucks and fingertips digging into skin. He got her there twice and built her up for a third before pulling away, hands up like he was keeping sterile, like he wasn’t drenched in her. Always fun to play with his food.
He glances down to see her cunt perfectly on display as she arches her back. Emma’s a strong girl, literally, holding herself so still for him with taut abs and steady thighs. He’s so generous he grabs her hips to line his cock up with her entrance, lifting and posing her. His doll.
The head nestles inside and she whimpers, elbows shaking a bit, but remember. She’s strong.
Once, he’d grabbed her jaw so harshly while repositioning her that he heard her teeth click together and his heart momentarily sunk. She looked up at him with shiny eyes and drool slipping out of her mouth.
“You can be rougher, if you want,” she’d said. Jesus Christ.
Sometimes he wonders if he should cut her loose. Salvage whatever morality he can scrape off the backs of his cuspids. If he should’ve protected himself and turned away from the doe eyes and candy perfume and eager mouth when she wouldn’t stop following him weeks ago. What a fucking fool he’d be.
He slides his cock in carefully until he’s entirely nestled inside her warm and spasming heat. A perfect sleeve for him, he stretches her and twitches all the same. Park presses forward just a little more and she understands immediately. Her hips fall to the bed and he uses his lower body weight to smother her against the mattress.
Park feels it before she makes a sound; the flutter, the clench of her wet cunt around him is unmistakable. She tries to fight it, to stifle herself, but her lips part and symphonies come out in desperate moans and cries. All from the first bottoming out. “Oh, sweetheart, are you cumming already?”
The pet name is all venom. Mocking the pleasure he gives and gives. Park rolls his hips back and forth, not enough to unsheath but a grinding sensation to stimulate her walls. She whines and moans, fingers wrinkling his sheets, and dares to say it’s too much.
“No it isn’t,” he barks, teeth pinching down on the tip of his tongue and focusing on the sharp pain to keep from finishing. He isn’t even sure who he’s reminding. “We’ve worked for this, remember?”
She obviously does. Her poor hole will never forget the way he spread her legs open in his lap, back to his firm chest, thick fingers tucked inside her with the other hand snug around her waist. It took several tries, encouragement purred into her ears, but Park managed to work four digits in with the knuckles threatening to slip with them. Her cunt gushed, sloppy sound ringing out as he palmed her clit hard, and he twisted her face around to lick at the fat tears that streamed down her face.
Now? She’s just being a brat. An incredible nurse who doesn’t know when to stop in the OR, and an imp who plays games outside of it. Emma wriggles under him, attempts to pull herself off the cock that’s between her ribs, but he’s got her hips pinned down.
“Easy,” he hums, like she might hurt herself. “Haven’t even started.”
Another wave of her aroma hits him and his eyes roll back. As saccharine as she tastes, tangy with salt. He hates his olfactory infatuation, hates the way it certainly isn’t mutual. No one has ever complimented his scent, to the point he wonders if he even has one. Jean-Baptiste Grenouille reborn, a new modus operandi but the same carnal cravings. No, no, he’s too selachian for that— deceptively cutting skin and rows that gnash.
He cants his hips back, then slides right back in with no hesitation. Again. And again, each thrust as deep and unforgiving as the last. Emma stuffs some of the pillowcase into her mouth to muffle herself and he lets her; Park has his own home, no neighbors to be mindful of, but the effort helps him keep focus and they both win. He watches himself disappear inside her, swelling the slick skin around her pussy with each drag of his hips. She clings to him. Pulls him back in and resists each draw out.
A smarter man would keep her down. He’s been hungry for weeks.
“Turn over.” Four nights a week in the gym tossing weights heavier than her over his head, and the ball is still in her court. He can make her giggle and preen by bending her into place, manhandling her form and barking an order to hold it. Not what he’s looking for. Her either.
Emma releases the mangled fabric from her bite, darkened by spit, and wipes her mouth. Her limbs are frail as she pushes up on all fours and twists to lie on her back, but she blinks up with a plea for approval, curls framing her pretty face. “Attagirl,” he mutters while gathering what leaked from her cunt with his cock head.
Park fucks back into her, bullying into the space that only barely fits him. She’s a vice grip around him, and he indulges himself far more than usual by dropping his head into the crook of her neck and inhaling. Nectar. He groans, commits it to memory, then pins his hands on each side of her to lift himself up again.
No cause for panic when tears pour down her cheeks. Happens when she’s overwhelmed, she explained the first time he stopped in alarm to make sure he hadn’t hurt her, even good overwhelmed. A state he quite enjoys putting her in. It’s such a pretty sight he knows he’d feel guilty over if he had a conscience. He thumbs away the salty lines sometimes, others he lets them hit the pillow. Anything to get her scent buried into the fabric.
She cums again, trembling and weeping and giving such a show that he tumbles right after her. He wants to fill her so badly. Spill inside and leave behind a piece of him. This sweet girl would take it, drooling cunt holding him all in, and ask if she did alright. Of course you did, he’d remind her with an ill-advised kiss to her forehead. Instead, he pulls out and coats her stomach and tits in his spend. He catches his breath, cleans her with a soft, damp cloth, and says nothing when she falls asleep without asking if she can. Of course you can.
Emma is strong. Park is tough. Synergy that keeps her in his shadow. In his bed. The sheets will still smell like her days from now, and he knows he won’t replace them.