“You’re the one who’s hard,” he whispers, and it’s all over.
Carey stands, his mouth crashing into mine; biting, then sucking, then soft pecks.
There’s nothing else. Just him, bare skin, and the subtle taste of soju still on his breath. There’s no trepidations, no fucks given about my parents across the hall. I might not be ready to tell them, but I refuse to hold myself back from, potentially, the best thing to have ever happened to me.
It was quick, but right is right. It doesn’t take years to know when you’ve found your person.
Your protector.
Your other half.
The one you’re willing to toss everything aside for.
I don’t want to be on the sidelines of someone else’s story.
I don’t want to live someone else’s life.
It only took one month with Carey Novak—and a gentle reminder from my Halmae—for me to realize that truth…
Out of nowhere Carey pushes me onto my bed and it creaks as I bounce on it. Then he’s at my side, towering over me. With one hand in my hair, he pulls me to the side of the mattress and tugs his pajamas down with the other. Like I'm his goddamn slave, I open my mouth, and a second later feel the weight of him against my tongue.
Carey holds my head still while he fucks my face. It’s rough, and hard, and I gag every time he hits the back of my mouth.
I still can’t take him all the way into my throat, but I’ll learn because looking up and seeing his lust filled glare bearing down, feeds me.
It makes me heavy in the best kind of way. Like I’m only ever allowed to feel good because he lets me.
Because he said so.
Because he showed me how.
I want to learn it all.
I want to feel everything.
I want him to set my mind free with his power—with his care and control, because I trust him.
Because I know he’ll take care of me…
Drool starts to leak from my mouth and Carey rips my head back.
I’m a filthy, panting, mess, and I look up at him with misty eyes.
“Spit,” he says, holding his dick below my chin. I splatter his cock and he replaces it with his hand before demanding, “More.” There’s noThank you,noGood Boy,and the thankless expectation has my already steel hard dick pulsing at the degradation of it all.
Letting go of my hair, Carey steps out of his pants, then grabs my underwear and pulls them so roughly down my legs a seam rips.
He kneels over me and the bed creaks again, then, almost immediately, there are footsteps in the hall.
The door is still unlatched.
I go to move but Carey slaps his spit-filled palm over my mouth and holds my face still.
My vision hazes further and my eyes roll back in my head at how fucking good it feels to submit to him.
I hear him spit, then he grabs my dick.
Pumping slowly, he leans his body over mine.
