Sora's POV
"I—I need to cook…" My voice trembled, but it sounded weak even to my own ears.
Yeongjae didn't even pause.
In one swift movement, he flipped me over and dragged me toward him by the waist. My palms hit the mattress, my knees sinking into the sheets as he positioned me on all fours.
Like I belonged to him.
His hands slid up my sides and cupped my breasts from behind, fingers rough and possessive. He rolled my nipples between his fingers until a gasp tore out of me.
"I'll be quick," he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and sinful. "Then I'll help you cook. Or we can just order pizza. Chicken. Whatever you want. My treat."
"Y-Yeongjae…"
He nudged my thighs apart with his knee, spreading me wider, claiming more space between my legs. "Open wide," he whispered darkly. "I want to go deep."
And then I felt his cock, hard once again.
Slowly entering me. Thick. Unforgiving.
