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I’d broken his brain with my mouth. Joy filled me, and I increased the suction and speed.

The anguished sound he made was the only warning I had for his second release. Thankfully, it was less shocking. Rather than releasing when it stopped, I kept going, easing my suction and slowing my hands until I felt him touch my hair.

Taking that as a signal, I went deep again. He rewarded me with another moan. As I withdrew, I increased the suction and gripped the base more firmly.

I’d heard rumors that they had endless stamina, and color me curious…I wanted to find out how much.

After the fifth release in fifteen minutes, he started to babble and beg.

“Please, May. I. We. Need. Please.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what he was begging for, so I stopped.

“You okay, sweetheart?” I asked.

He had me in his arms, cradling me and rocking me a second later. His fingers ran through my hair, and he kissed my temple repeatedly. I felt cuddled and cherished as I listened to his thundering pulse under my ear.

Once it calmed enough that I thought he’d hear me, I tipped my head back to look at him.

“What’s going on in your head, sugar?” I asked, gently smoothing a hand over his chest.

CHAPTER EIGHT

HEJUN

May was mine.I would never be able to let her go now. Never. But I couldn’t keep her against her will either. How could I make her want to stay? She needed to stay. My hands shook with how much I needed her.

“Hejun?” she said, placing her hand against my cheek and forcing me to look at her.

The sight of her shining eyes, flushed cheeks, and glistening lips twisted up my insides. I couldn’t look away from her mouth. Her pretty, loving mouth. I needed to taste her like she’d tasted me.

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” I asked, meeting her gaze.

She smiled softly. “Sure. Let me?—”

I didn’t wait for her to finish but pressed my lips to hers. I could taste myself, and it only made me hungrier for the woman who had shown me pleasure beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

Her small hands kneaded my shoulders as she kissed me back. I deepened the kiss, my tongue stroking hers greedily. When she pulled away, breathless, I kissed her chin and her nose.

“Will you undress for me now?” I asked, desperate for more of her.

“Would you mind if I used your shower first?” she asked.

I had her up in my arms a second later.

She grinned at me and feathered her fingers over my chin. “Does this mean you’re going to help me shower?”

“Yes,” I said, setting her on the counter.

I claimed her lips for another lingering kiss. When I pulled back, I helped her remove her shirt. Her limbs were pale and soft. I kissed her shoulder and worked my way to her neck.

“This sure is nice,” she breathed.

It was the encouragement I needed to reach for her bra. She helped me remove it without damage then watched me as I studied her breasts. They were full and heavy, drooping slightly as if asking for my help to hold them up. I palmed one, lifting it gently, then the other.

I’d heard many stories from my brothers about breasts. How sensitive they are. How to touch them in ways that females liked most. All of that information escaped me, though, as I simply held their tempting softness.

“I like the way you touch me,” May said. “You’re so gentle despite your strength.”

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