Chapter 130
Choi Lina
"Wow, even if you hide your face, my dear wife, your body is telling a lie," he says.
I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. Why is he being so vocal today? Normally Jihun just kisses, touches, lets his actions speak—but tonight, it's like he's determined to burn every word into me.
I feel him press against me—hard, hot, sliding in tiny motions against my slick folds, teasing me mercilessly instead of giving me what I want.
"Jihun…" I whisper, my voice embarrassingly needy.
He chuckles low in his throat, the sound rough and dangerous. "Say my name again."
I cover my face with my hands, but he pulls one away, trapping it against the mattress above my head. His body cages mine, heavy and overwhelming, his cock dragging against me with each slow grind.
"You're soaking me," he murmurs into my ear. "Do you know how long I've wanted this? To have you like this? My wife."
I shiver. The word wife makes my chest ache and my thighs clench all at once.
