~Woo Min~
He sank down on me again, slow as fuck, dragging it out on purpose, eyes locked on mine with that smug, evil smirk that made my dick throb harder inside him.
I groaned loud, couldn't help it, hands shooting to his hips, gripping tight because holy shit he was hot and tight and squeezing me like he wanted to ruin me.
"Hands off," he snapped, voice already wrecked, slapping my wrists hard. "I'm on top. You touch when I say, not before."
I laughed, shaky, dropped my arms back even though every muscle screamed to grab him and flip us. "You're playing dirty."
He rolled his hips once, and I choked on air, head slamming back into the pillow. "Damn right I am."
Then he started moving, slow grinds at first, rising up until just the tip was in, then slamming back down hard enough my vision blurred. Every drop he clenched around me, milking me, smirking wider when I cursed his name.
"Fuck…. Junho… faster… "
