The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 181

I barely gathered the courage to grasp his and lift my waist. After spending a long time loosening it with my fingers, I slowly aligned the flaring opening with the glans. After a moment of hesitation, I lowered my hips slightly. The sensation of the thick glans stretching the folds to their limit sent a chilling pleasure sharpening along my spine all the way up to the nape of my neck. It clearly hurt, but we had been intimate for far too long for me to overlook the sexual pleasure mixed within that pain.

“Uh… hnnng….”

Because I was inserting it by myself, even after a long while, I had barely managed to accommodate the glans. As I trembled, unable to bring myself to lower my waist any further, Prosecutor Joo finally sat up and gripped my buttocks with both hands. As he grasped the flesh and pulled, my pelvis dipped lower, and the thickest part of his shaft stretched the inside wide.

“Ah! Hnn….”

“Does it hurt?”

He asked gently while biting down on my lower lip. I wasn’t accustomed to feigning weakness, and I wanted to shake my head to deny it, but when having sex, the process was so overwhelming that it was difficult to hide my true feelings. With no other choice, I squeezed my eyes shut and gave a small nod, at which point Prosecutor Joo sat up. His warm lips pressed alternately against my cheek and my chapped mouth. His solid palm patted my buttocks lightly as if to comfort me.

“Ha… lower your waist slowly. Wrap your arms around my neck.”

“…Uh… hnnng….”

I lowered my hands, which had been awkwardly gripping the back of the sofa, and instead wrapped them tightly around Prosecutor Joo’s neck. The feeling of being able to cling to him firmly was wonderful. It couldn’t be compared to relying on the sofa.

I buried my sweat-dampened forehead into his broad shoulder and leaned my body against him. Only after relying on Prosecutor Joo’s embrace—a body that had now become quite familiar—could I finally find the courage to lower my waist further.

Enduring the fear of the penis stretching my insides to their limit, I lowered my waist almost all the way. As the base and the shaft rubbed against each other hotly, the sound of oil—wet and slick—mixed into the gaps between my moans. As always, his organ pushed deep into my body without end. As if he were going to split me in two.

Thinking there couldn’t possibly be any more room left to enter, I reached down to feel beneath me, only to find, to my surprise, that I had only accommodated half of his length. A sense of despair made my eyelids grow hot again, and my legs, which were straining to hold on, trembled uncontrollably.

“It’s, too big… mm….”

As I let out a moan of distress, a small laugh lingered by my ear. His damp lips nibbled on my earlobe as he whispered.

“Isn’t that why it feels good?”

“Hnnng… but, it hurts….”

“Relax your muscles down there and push it in deeper. You know where you like it. If I just thrust into that spot, you’ll feel so much you’ll be drooling.”

I couldn’t bring myself to deny it. Because I knew that once the insertion was finally complete, the pleasure would soon conquer me, replacing the pain.

I managed to swallow the rest of him on my own and let out a thin, rising breath. Prosecutor Joo waited for me patiently until that moment. It seemed like the first time I had taken in this much on my own. He leaned back against the sofa backrest comfortably and met my eyes, which were filled with tears. His palm, covered in faint calluses, stroked my chest gently, as if comforting me.

“Can you handle the moving part on your own, too?”

As his hot breath touched my lips and whispered, I found myself nodding as if bewitched.

“Yes… hnn….”

Knowing he had waited for a frustratingly long time, I began to sway my hips back and forth slowly, enduring the immense pressure that felt as if I were being pierced down to my very core. I wondered how I had even endured the first time; my body showed no signs of adjusting to the size of his penis.

Using Prosecutor Joo’s shoulders as a brace, I moved as if sitting backward, and even at the slightest stimulation, my insides grew excited and clung to his organ on their own. It was hot, but it wasn’t enough. Eventually, Prosecutor Joo reached out a hand to help. Knowing my body better than I did, he gripped my buttocks and expertly tilted the angle, thrusting the tip of his penis into my G-spot. The glans sank deep into the spot that felt best.

“Ah, ah….”

As I stopped moving my waist for a moment and trembled, the sensation of my inner walls clinging to his organ and then pulling away was vivid. Prosecutor Joo’s brows furrowed. Heat escaped from between his clean-cut lips.

“…Lee Chaeha, stop teasing me. It’s infuriating.”

Finding it difficult to even swallow my saliva, I caught my wet lower lip with my upper teeth and began to sway my hips again. The blunt glans lodged in my sensitive spot and the shaft, which was tautly stretching and stimulating my inner walls, diluted the pain rising from the junction that had been stretched to its limit.

As my skin slowly flushed, the alcohol, which I had thought had subsided, began to spread through me again. The sound of the waves outside the window and the alcohol I drank while looking at the sea had loosened the reins that were always pulling tight in my mind. Unlike usual, I began to move my hips in search of pleasure more honestly.

“Ah….”

As I swayed my hips on my own, I scrutinized Prosecutor Joo’s expression in detail. I wanted to see how those straight brows would knit together depending on how I moved, and what kind of moans—similar to my own—would leak from between his neat lips when he felt certain sensations; I wanted to move by following those reactions. Strangely, the more I felt good, the more it seemed he felt it too. Because every time he lost to the pleasure and let his chin drop, Prosecutor Joo’s brow would furrow as well.

Because of the oil on our skin, every time our bodies rubbed together, the squelching sound rang out loudly. I wondered if the heat that had hotly stained my lover’s cold eyes was higher than the temperature that made my toes curl.

“…Uuuung… hnn….”

He tapped my buttocks lightly, which were working hard moving back and forth, and said:

“You’ve improved a lot. What a waste.”

“What is, mm, a waste… ah….”

“It was cute when you were clumsy. Ha… though I still can’t say you’re good at it.”

The moment I accidentally put too much weight into it and slumped backward, his penis pushed in a little deeper, pressing against my insides. I couldn’t respond properly and gripped his broad shoulders tightly, my waist frozen. My whole body shook. I nearly came right then and there.

He covered my length, which had been stiffly erect since he first caught the glans, with his palm and leisurely stroked up and down. I bit my lower lip hard, but I couldn’t suppress the urge to beg him anymore.

“I’m, coming… stop….”

“How long has it been since you sucked my cock, and you’re already at it? No.”

However, contrary to his firm instructions that came from his lips, his large hand continued to stroke me. He said I couldn’t cum, but his words and actions were contradictory.

“Can’t you move?”

“…Hnn… if I move, ha, I’m going to….”

But before I could even finish my sentence, his fingers, which had dug beneath my knees, lifted me up and brought me down again. Before I could get used to the sensation of my inner walls being pulled away, his organ shoved all the way back in at once, and a sob I couldn’t control escaped my lips. I threw my arms around his neck and clung to him.

“Haaat, uuung… ugh….”

“Is it because you’ve been drinking? Not that you didn’t feel it well enough before.”

His black eyes obsessively tracked my reactions. He lifted me up and brought me down once more, then hit my buttocks lightly with his broad palm; I was so excited that even that felt sweet.

This time, I lifted my hips on my own and slumped back down. I had only made one movement of my own, but perhaps because my full weight was behind it, a scream-like moan erupted from my lips again. However, if I didn’t do it properly, it was obvious he would move me himself just like before. There was no way I could hold back the urge to ejaculate if I repeatedly pulled away until the glans were almost visible and then sat back down.

With my arms wrapped around Prosecutor Joo as if clinging to him, I swayed my waist up and down. A sweet shiver traveled up my spine, making the nape of my neck tingle.

Splat, splat—the sound of skin hitting skin became more explicit and sticky the more I moved. His thick arms wrapped around my back, which was lightly dampened with sweat.

“Move harder, in the way you like.”

His low voice, mixed with a moan, penetrated my ears sweetly.