New Normal - Chapter 61

His dark brown eyes burned with a hunger that looked like it could devour her whole. Juwon’s grip on Jisoo was merciless, and every time she tried to pull away even a little, he closed the gap and pulled her in tighter. It was as if he wanted to claim every breath, every twitch of her fingers—every last bit of her. That raw, unfiltered desire sent heat surging through her body in a way she couldn’t hide.

After a hasty, impatient caress, he yanked her waistband down. Jisoo’s panties stayed half-on, tangled at her ankles, but he didn’t care. He pinned her beneath him and pushed inside without waiting. The slick heat of her welcomed him instantly, but the clothes still clinging to her legs made the position awkward, trapping her there.

He was always overwhelming, always filling her to the limit. Every thrust hit deep—so deep her spine tingled and her toes curled, the rush of sensation making her dizzy. After the first push, when he began driving into her over and over, Jisoo had to bite down on her cries just to keep from screaming.

The weight and heat of him pressed into her from every angle, the friction sharp and all too vivid. Her breath caught in her throat, stolen by the way he moved inside her. Being tangled up like this in a car—practically out in the open—made her pulse race with a sharp, almost painful thrill. Each rough snap of his hips blurred her vision, her breath spilling out like it was bursting past a dam.

She didn’t want to admit it, but she was burning up with desire. This wasn’t something she’d ever get used to—but maybe that was why it felt even sharper, even more intoxicating. The secrecy, the danger, the raw clash of their bodies set her head on fire. Juwon’s rough hands and heated breath tore away the last of her composure, replacing it with pure, greedy want.

“Hh… hahh…”

The pleasure never got easier to handle. Jisoo sobbed softly, her body trembling. Juwon, breathless and flushed, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up without breaking their connection. She’d had her face buried in the leather seat, but now she lifted her head, panting.

“Don’t hold back your voice,” he murmured.

“Nnh… Juwon…”

“Ah… Jisoo. Shin Jisoo …”

His whisper brushed against her ear before he drove into her again, hard. The wet, obscene sound of their bodies meeting filled the air. Jisoo propped herself up on shaky arms, staring past the fogged glass.

The darkness outside was complete—no sea, no sky. Just black, like the world had gone dark or they were locked away in some endless stretch of space.

Her sight was cut off, but that only sharpened everything else—the ragged gasps, the wet slap of bare skin meeting bare skin, the thick, humid scent of sweat and heat. The warmth of his hands at her waist, the solid weight moving between her legs—it was all too vivid.

Her hair whipped around her tear-blurred vision as Juwon’s relentless pace drove into her like hammer strikes. She kept getting shoved forward with each thrust, her body losing any sense of control. She reached blindly for something—anything—to hold onto, but before her hand could find the cold glass, she was yanked back to him.

“Where are you going?”

His low growl came with a deeper, harder push that made her eyes fly wide. The way he stirred her deepest point sent an electric jolt through her, from her scalp to the tips of her toes.

“Ah—!”

She convulsed in tiny spasms, and he withdrew only to slam back in, making her head snap back. The ruthless pleasure, sharp enough to feel like something inside her was being pulled out, made stars burst behind her eyelids.

The tremor that began in her belly spread outward in waves, swallowing her whole. Just as her body shook from the high, Juwon pulled her upright, keeping her firmly seated on him.

“Ah—Juwon!”

She startled, struggling in his grasp, but his chest stayed pressed to her bare back, solid and unyielding. His arms locked around her as he seated her on his lap, his hands closing around her br3asts, kneading and rolling her n1pples between his fingers. The sensations crashed over her until the sounds spilling from her throat came without pause.

“Ah—ah! Nnnh…!”

“Jisoo. Shin Jisoo …”

She couldn’t tell if it was his tongue or his voice slipping into her ear, only that his thick length was moving hard and fast inside her, her arousal soaking him completely. The overstimulation twisted her body, but the more she squirmed, the tighter his hands clamped around her br3asts.

“Juwon… ah—”

Her mouth fell open, and the moment her tongue slipped out, his was there to meet it. Their kiss turned messy and wet, spit stringing between their mouths and sliding down her chin. Even as he crushed her lips, he didn’t stop thrusting—deep, slow rolls of his hips that made her clench all around him.

“Mmh…”

Her body was too wrung out from climax after climax to keep steady. He held her br3asts firmly, each upward snap of his hips making them bounce.

“Do you like it? Hm?”

She nodded frantically, and his grin turned sharp. Each rough squeeze of her br3asts sent a wave of something sweet and unbearable rolling through her. When he pinched her n1pples between his thick fingers, the sharp spark of sensation made her jerk in place, unsure if it was pain or pleasure.

“Aah—Juwon…”

One of his hands trailed down, fingers pressing between her folds. The moment he rubbed her there, her hips jolted, and warm wetness spilled out around him. Her breath trembled as she clenched around him, still impaled on his length.

Eyes closing, she reached back to wrap her arm around his head, holding him where his face was buried in her neck. Her other hand covered the one still gripping her br3ast. She wasn’t sure what she was grasping for—only that she needed it. Shame and hesitation were long gone. There was only the now, only the pleasure overwhelming her.

“Ah… so good… too good…”

She began to move her hips instinctively, side to side, drawing a low, heated sound from deep in his throat. Letting herself fall into his rhythm, Jisoo opened her eyes—and caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the rearview mirror. Her hair was a mess, her face flushed and slack with pleasure.

Flustered, she looked away, but there was no hiding from the heat between her thighs, her panties nowhere in sight. She barely had time to shift her position before the hard muscle of his chest pressed tight against her back and his pace turned fierce again, forcing her to cling to him.

“Ah—Juwon… stop… please…” Her voice shook with exhaustion, but her body kept moving with his. He leaned close to her ear, still stroking her and driving into her without pause.

“Feels good? Hm?”

Instead of answering, Jisoo gripped his arm around her waist. Her other hand braced on the headrest, head ducked low to keep from hitting the ceiling. Just as she almost collapsed forward, he grabbed her chest and pulled her back upright. The high was coming again, fast, and she shook her head desperately.

“Juwon… please… stop…”

“Mm… no.”

He licked the length of her neck, making her shiver. Her hands pushed at his thighs, grabbed his arm, anything to make him slow—but it only seemed to spur him on. His mouth didn’t leave her skin, biting at her shoulder, trailing hot kisses up her neck and behind her ear.

He gripped her hips, adjusting his position, lifting her before pulling her back down onto him with a hard snap.

“Hh—ahh—Juwon—stop—”

Her hoarse voice broke into a scream as she tried to turn away, but he caught her mouth with his, swallowing every sound. Whether it was his kiss, her moans, or the way he moved her on top of him— Jisoo had no choice in any of it.

Her arms wrapped tight around the back of his head, her face pressed into his neck. She knew this night wasn’t ending anytime soon. She knew she’d fall apart in his arms again, completely. With a trembling whimper, Jisoo closed her eyes and let the pleasure take her whole.