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Chapter 47: Membership Training - Part 2

The alarm in my phone went off, and I felt Jiwoo stirring beside me. Although I'd already spent five

nights with him, he hadn't made a move except for that time the pickup truck broke down. Of course, he

had been joking back then.

But the whole thing confused me. If he was really into me, shouldn't he be trying to sleep with me night

after night?

That only proved he was straight. If it were Robert, I'm pretty sure we'd have done it a million times by

now.

"I love waking up to this face," Jiwoo said as he kissed my forehead. "Care to join me in the shower?"

I grabbed a pillow and hit him on the face with it. "I'm taking a quick one. You can follow after."

I grabbed a new towel and entered the bathroom. I was in the middle of washing my face in the shower

stall when I heard the door opening. I hastily rinsed my face and opened my eyes to see Jiwoo

standing a couple of feet away from me in all his naked glory.

"What the fuck?" I said, panicking on the inside.

Jiwoo hopped into the shower and grabbed the soap. "You said I could follow after. Not after you

finish." He started scrubbing my back with his strong hands. I'd fantasized about this before but never

told anyone. Did this guy have some sort of mind reading power?

Jiwoo then went lower and started soaping my hips down to my thighs and my calves. I could feel him

breathing heavily, probably because he had to bend down. But damn, the sound of his breathing was NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

turning me on. He stood up, reached for the detachable shower head, and rinsed my back.

"Hand me the shower gel, will you?"

I took the bottle and handed it to Jiwoo, who wasted no time in placing his hands on my back again. He

massaged it, making circles with his fingers. Suddenly, his chin was resting on my shoulder, and his

hands were holding my waist. I felt something hard brushing against my buttocks.

"Jiwoo," I said, my voice coming out as a whisper.

"I'm sorry," Jiwoo whispered into my ear, and with his hands he pushed my waist lower, the pressure

enough to force me to bend my knees a little.

The tip of Jiwoo's shaft was angry against the skin of my ass. I could feel his hand shaking but not

daring to do anything else.

I turned sideways and kissed Jiwoo fiercely on the lips, my tongue free to search the cavity of his

mouth. Then I felt his tongue fighting back until I was out of breath.

Jiwoo's left hand slid down my leg, and the other wrapped around my stomach, trying to lift me off the

bathroom floor. When I felt his penis between my legs, I knew I was going to go crazy if it didn't go

inside me soon.

He started nibbling on my ear. I felt a sense of urgency in the way his mouth and teeth grazed my skin.

"Jiwoo," I said pleadingly.

With that, he thrust his hips in an attempt to finally penetrate me, but he missed by a few centimeters,

so his cock slid along the length of my crack instead. He searched for my asshole with his fingers and

inserted two of them the moment he found it.

"Jiwoo," I moaned. I was rock-hard, too.

Jiwoo let go of my stomach and guided himself with his hand. Within seconds, his erection was inside

me, and I cried as the all-too familiar burning sensation of being fucked when your asshole's not yet

relaxed came flooding into the lower half of my body.

"Jiwoo, it's painful," I groaned.

Jiwoo bit the soft spot on my left shoulder and withdrew all the way. Or so I thought. Right before he

was fully out of me, he slammed himself inside me again, and another bout of dizzying pain spread

through me like wildfire.

"Jiwoo," I said, making my voice louder. "It really hurts." I tried to push him away from me, but our

position made it impossible. Jiwoo repeated the movement over and over until my voice cracked and

he realized I was in real pain.

He kissed me softly and apologized repeatedly. He was still inside me, not moving except for the rising

and falling of his chest against my back as he caught his breath.

"Don't move," I told him. "Let me get used to you."

I felt Jiwoo's cock pulsing in my body, probably excited at what I'd said.

"Take it out slowly," I told him.

I felt the length of him sliding out slowly, and my sphincter contracted when he was almost all the way

out.

I moaned in response. "Now put it back in, as slowly as you can."

Jiwoo was like a good student, following my instructions to the letter. I figured it was his first time doing

anal. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have fucked me like he would a woman, and that would not be

good at all.

I felt his left hand playing with my nipples, pinching them too hard for my liking but giving me an

unexpected feeling of pleasure nonetheless. He pulled back again until only the head remained inside

and pushed the shaft back in slowly and gently, and I was beside myself in ecstasy.

As if reading my thoughts, Jiwoo pulled out completely and dragged me out of the bathroom. He then

took me in his arms and threw me on the bed. I could see the outline of his hard torso glistening with

water and a bit of foam as he positioned himself on top of me.

I took a pillow and cushioned it against my hips to allow him full access. He started kissing me hungrily

before biting my nipples, which had me whimpering.

Then Jiwoo proceeded to enter me. This time, my body was prepared to welcome him. And he was no

longer gentle—he was a sexually hungry man digging into me deeper and deeper with every second.

When he quickened his pace, my legs involuntarily closed in around his body, unwilling to let him go.

My hands shot up to his back and I clung to him almost desperately, wanting to feel his hard torso as

he went in and out of me.

It got to the point where it was all too much to bear. Jiwoo kept hitting a certain spot that sent me into

new levels of frenzy.

I felt him tensing. His thrusts became sharper, more forceful. We were kissing like we'd never kissed

before, and he shuddered before climaxing and filling me to the brim.

But he didn't slow down. He continued ramming his dick into me, driving his seed deeper. I touched

myself, unable to take it any longer. In moments, I too released.

Jiwoo collapsed on top of me, his cock still halfway inside. Although he was heavy, the warmth

radiating from him brought me comfort.

He slipped his arms beneath my back to embrace me. "I love you," he said. "I really do."

Fuck.

I was screwed.

Literally and figuratively.