Page 85 of Ruthless Touch

I can feel it building as I lift my hips and he meets me halfway. As I come down, he thrusts up, pumping into me.

His thick cock hits all the right spots, making me moan as I take every inch and tingles spread. He’s slamming in so deep he’s reaching the back of my pussy with every thrust.

“Ohhh… shit,” I gasp against his lips. “Gun… I… fuck, your dick is so deep!”

They’re the last words I’m capable of as my orgasm crashes over me. My whole body explodes with pleasure as heat rushes me and I start convulsing.

Thighs quaking, spine tingling, pussy spasming, it’s like I’ve been electrocuted with thousands of tiny pleasure shocks.

Gun kisses me with more passion than ever, holding me in place.

Making me take more of his cock as I come on it.

My pussy’s tingling and throbbing, and I know he can feel it. He can feel how hard I’ve come, and it only drives him to fuck me harder.

His hips buck up into me ’til he can’t stand it anymore. Then he’s rolling me under him and pushing me down on the floor.

I’m flush against the hardwood, my pierced nipples scraping the smooth surface as he drags my hips back and slams into me from behind.

His whole dick sinks in, and my body bows at the intense intrusion. More sparks of pleasure ripple through me, starting from my pussy and traveling elsewhere. I scream out at how deep he goes, my hand blindly reaching for my clit.

Gun draws back, then drives into me with more brutal force. The pace is immediately set, his thrusts deep and merciless.

It’s more of our sparring. Just another way we’re facing off as he fucks me relentlessly and my pussy swallows every inch.

I rub away at my clit, damn near drunk off him. Drunk off his dick and his strokes and the pleasure he gives me.

He gropes my ass and drives into me with punishing stroke after punishing stroke. Our ragged breaths and bodies crashing together become the only sound in the room.

We work for our pleasure, refusing to tap out ‘til it’s hard earned. ’Til we’re dripping with more sweat than ever and we have nothing left to give.

My pussy clamps around his cock as my second orgasm arrives and I cry out his name. Gun hisses as if he’s pained, but really the pleasure’s become too much. He’s caught in my viselike grip, and his dick’s throbbing inside me.

The pressure has reached an all-time high and there’s no way to fight it.

No way to stop the explosion.

He grips my hips with bruising strength and drives into me one final time, burying himself as deep as he can go. Then he’s filling me up with his hot release. We’re moaning at how good it feels and collapsing entangled with each other on the hardwood floor.

So damn spent neither of us can move for several minutes.

We’ve given new meaning to workout.

Finally, we drag ourselves up off the floor and head to the bathroom. Gun takes the lead on getting the shower started while I try to come down from the intense back-to-back orgasms I’ve just had.

Once under the hot spray of the water we can barely keep our hands off each other. At one point I push Gun back against the shower tiles and plant a deep kiss on his mouth while his hand palms my bare ass.

We tease and fondle each other as if tempted to start up again. Yet another round of our sparring.

When we do step out of the shower and towel off, I feel lighter and more relaxed than I have in a long time.

All the dopamine and endorphins and other pleasure chemicals are still buzzing through me.

Apparently, fucking a guy like Rhee Gun-woo will do that to you.

But I’m not the only thing that’s buzzing—my burner phone has started to do the same. I snatch it off the nightstand and check the string of texts that have come in.

They’re all from Uncle Jerald.