Chapter 71

“Beg for it,” Travis commanded, his voice low and teasing as he slowly pulled his cock out of her, inch by inch.

Na-Yeon frowned, frustration evident in her furrowed brows. “Just fuck me, Travis,” she huffed, lying there, her body aching for more. The heat pooling in her core made her impatience grow unbearable.

But Travis didn’t comply. Instead, he continued his agonizingly slow retreat, his length sliding out of her inch by inch, leaving her feeling unbearably empty. She clenched around him instinctively, but he didn’t stop.

Her breath hitched as realization dawned—he wasn’t playing. He was really going to make her beg.

Her mind raced. Pride or pleasure? The battle was brief. Desire won.

"Okay, please fuck me, Travis. I beg you, please," she murmured, forcing the words out casually, her pride still holding on.

Travis let out an unimpressed chuckle. “I don’t hear any desperation in your voice. I guess you don’t want it that badly. Let’s go home.”

His words sent a shock through her, and her eyes widened in alarm as she felt only the very tip of him still inside her. The thought of him leaving her like this, aching and unsatisfied, was unbearable.

Desperation seized her. Lust swallowed her pride whole.

“Please, fuck me, Travis! Please, I’m begging you!” Her voice trembled, thick with need. “I wanna cum so bad, please don’t stop!”

A smug smirk curled on his lips as he gripped her hips, holding her in place. “Well,” he mused, pushing forward just slightly, teasing her. “Since you asked so nicely… okay.”


And then, without warning, he slammed back into her, his thick length stretching her impossibly wide as he forced her down into an unmovable mating press. His hands gripped her plush thighs, keeping them pinned as he drove himself deep, his boastful grin never fading. Each ruthless thrust sent jolts of overwhelming pleasure surging through Na-Yeon’s overstimulated body, leaving her with no room to think—only to feel.

"Ahhhhhh!!!! Fuckkk!"

The cry tore from her throat as her senses drowned in the sheer euphoria of being filled to her limit. Every nerve in her body was on fire, her slick walls spasming desperately around him, as if trying to milk him dry. She had teased him earlier, foolishly thinking she could challenge him in a battle of raw lust, but now—now she was paying the price. He was relentless, an unstoppable force drilling her into submission, pounding her fertile core with deep, punishing strokes that had her trembling beneath him.

THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP

The sound of wet, clapping flesh echoed in the air, mixing with their ragged breaths and desperate moans. Travis was lost in his own primal hunger, his cock throbbing as he celebrated his victory, reveling in the way Na-Yeon writhed beneath him. He crashed their lips together, growling against her mouth, his tongue claiming her just as thoroughly as his cock did.

"Yyessss!"

Na-Yeon’s voice was high-pitched, trembling with unfiltered pleasure. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as her nails dug into his broad shoulders, clinging to him with raw desperation. Their sweaty bodies meshed together in perfect, feverish rhythm, her body bouncing beneath him as he drove her higher, higher—past the point of reason.

Her gaze flickered downward, and her breath hitched at the sight of her stomach bulging with every brutal thrust. The obscene imprint of his cock pressing against her skin sent a shudder down her spine, her core clenching even tighter around him.

"Ungh!... Agh!... S-Shit!..."

The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming, yet she couldn’t get enough. She was completely broken, completely his.

"Ah!.. Oh!... Mmn!... I can't-... !.. You're too good!~.. ..."

The words spilled from her lips in an incoherent mess, her mind unraveling, lost in the haze of ecstasy. And it only seemed to drive him wilder. Travis groaned, his grip tightening as he slammed his hips faster, deeper, his thick shaft stretching and filling her beyond anything she could have imagined.

"Agh, that's it, I'm cumming!..."

His voice was guttural, rough with need. Na-Yeon barely had time to process his words before she instinctively wrapped her legs around his sturdy body, locking him in place. Her body arched, her breath coming in sharp, erratic pants, her inner walls fluttering around him as if begging to be bred.

And then—he let go.

With one final, earth-shattering thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping flush against her soaked folds as a deep, primal growl rumbled in his chest. Thick, potent spurts of molten heat flooded her womb, stuffing her to the brim. The force of his release made her entire body quake, her back arching as her own orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.

His lips found hers in a messy, breath-stealing kiss, their tongues tangling as he continued to pulse inside her, his seed overflowing, dripping down onto the sheets.

‘That felt… amazing,’ she thought, utterly spent, her body trembling beneath him.

And yet, even as she lay there, thoroughly claimed, her mind was already whispering one thing—she wanted more.

Yet Travis knew she couldn’t handle more. Her body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and he could feel the way she clenched around him, completely spent. With a satisfied smirk, he pulled out, watching as thick ropes of his release spilled from her, dripping onto her inner thighs and pooling beneath her. The sight alone was enough to make him want to go another round, but he knew better.

He let out a deep breath, zipping up his pants as he glanced at her—flushed, breathless, and pouting. Cute.

Jumping over the seat, he settled into the driver’s side and started the car. The low hum of the engine filled the quiet night as he glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

"Let’s go back before they start getting suspicious," he said, his tone casual, though his body still buzzed from what they’d just done.

Na-Yeon crossed her arms, her lower lip jutting out. "But I wanted some more," she whined, her voice carrying that playful edge she always had when she didn’t get what she wanted.

Travis chuckled, shaking his head. "There’ll be plenty of chances for us to continue. For now, let’s just go back home."

She huffed but didn’t argue. Instead, she shifted in her seat, clearly still feeling the aftermath of their little rendezvous.

A few minutes later, they pulled up in front of the villa. Without wasting time, they quickly got dressed—fixing their disheveled clothes, wiping off any evidence of their fun—and stepped out.

Na-Yeon gave him one last glance before heading off to her place, while Travis pushed open his apartment door, tossing his keys onto the counter. He collapsed onto the couch with a long sigh, running a hand through his hair.

'Man… after this, I’m gonna be spending several days with zero sex. Gotta maintain my homie,' he thought, exhaling deeply.

His mind wandered, shifting gears to something else—Yeon-Ah.

Travis had already decided that when he finally had his moment with her, it had to be something special. Not rushed. Not just some random hookup. He wanted it to be nice, romantic… or whatever. A proper date. Maybe a whole weekend getaway at a resort. Something to set the mood right.

‘Yeah… I’ll do it when Na-Yeon goes to her track meet for the weekend. That’s next week, right? Yeah, that’s perfect.’

But before that, there were still things to take care of.

'For now, let me focus on Seong-Jin and Shin-Na. Then I’ll move to the last person in this story. Then I’m gone.'

His eyes drifted toward his phone.

'What Pornhwa am I visiting after? That’s the big question.'

A smirk played on his lips as he grabbed his phone, already scrolling.



TO BE CONTINUED