Pregnant for the straight CEO-Chapter 104

~Woo Min~

He sank down on me again, slow as fuck, dragging it out on purpose, eyes locked on mine with that smug, evil smirk that made my dick throb harder inside him.

I groaned loud, couldn’t help it, hands shooting to his hips, gripping tight because holy shit he was hot and tight and squeezing me like he wanted to ruin me.

"Hands off," he snapped, voice already wrecked, slapping my wrists hard. "I’m on top. You touch when I say, not before."

I laughed, shaky, dropped my arms back even though every muscle screamed to grab him and flip us. "You’re playing dirty."

He rolled his hips once, and I choked on air, head slamming back into the pillow. "Damn right I am."

Then he started moving, slow grinds at first, rising up until just the tip was in, then slamming back down hard enough my vision blurred. Every drop he clenched around me, milking me, smirking wider when I cursed his name.

"Fuck.... Junho... faster... "

"No," he panted, leaning forward, hair falling in his face, nails digging into my chest. "You stay still and take it, alpha. I want you begging."

He sped up just enough to torture me, riding me hard now, ass bouncing, moans spilling out filthy and loud. I was losing it, hips jerking up to meet him, knot already swelling again.

He laughed, breathless and mean. "Already breaking? Thought you were tougher."

"Shut up and fuck me harder," I growled, hands fisting the sheets.

He slammed down one last time, grinding deep, clenching tight. "Make me."

I snapped, grabbed his ass, thrust up brutal and fast. He yelled my name, falling forward, and I took over, pounding into him until he was shaking, moaning nonstop, begging without words.

I barked a laugh, dropped my arms back behind my head like I didn’t care, even though my rut was pounding in my ears and my dick was already screaming for more. "Big talk. Let’s see how long that lasts."

He rolled his hips once, sharp, and I choked on whatever smartass thing I was about to say next. Fuck. He felt even tighter than before, hotter, like his body was trying to suck me in and never let go.

"Already struggling?" he asked, voice all rough and mocking, leaning forward so his hair fell in his face and his hands braced on my chest. "Thought you were the big bad alpha who could handle anything."

"Shut up and move," I growled, thrusting up just a little, testing him.

He gasped, eyes fluttering, but then pinned my hips down with his thighs like he actually had the strength to stop me. "No. My pace. You stay still or I get off and leave you like this."

I stared at him, chest heaving. "You wouldn’t."

"Try me." He grinned, mean and sharp, and started moving again. ... slowly , grinding circles that had me seeing spots. Every time I tried to buck up, he stopped dead, waited until I growled in frustration, then started again even slower.

"Junho," I warned, voice cracking on his name.

"What?" he asked, all innocent, tilting his head, rocking down so slowly I felt every inch drag against me. "Problem?"

"You’re a fucking menace."

"Yeah, now shut the fuck up fine shyt." He leaned down, bit my jaw hard enough to sting, then licked over it. "Say it."

"Say what?" I gritted out, hands fisting in the sheets so I wouldn’t grab him.

"That you love it."

I laughed, shaky and wrecked. "You’re fishing now?"

He stopped moving completely, just sat there clenching around me, squeezing on purpose. My vision went white at the edges.

"Fine," I snapped. "I love it. Happy?"

"Not yet." He started again, faster this time, but still controlled, still teasing, rising up almost all the way off before dropping back down hard enough the bed slammed against the wall. He was bouncing on it so fast it actually hurt.

I cursed loud, head thrashing on the pillow. "Fuck... Junho.... "

"Keep going," he panted, voice starting to shake now, cheeks flushed red. "Tell me more."

"You’re killing me," I groaned, hips jerking even though I was trying not to. "You feel so fucking good, okay? Too good. I can’t... "

He laughed, breathless, mean, and sped up, riding me hard now, nails scraping down my chest hard enough to leave marks. "Can’t what? Think? Talk? Stay still like a good boy?"

"Fuck you," I snarled, but it came out more like a whine.

"Yeah, that’s the idea." He slammed down again, moaned loud, head falling back. "God, you’re deep... why are you always so fucking deep... "

I couldn’t take it anymore. My hands shot to his waist, gripped tight, and I thrust up hard, meeting him halfway.

He yelled, startled, then moaned even louder. "I said no touching!! "

"Too bad," I growled, flipping my grip so I was holding him in place, pounding up into him fast and rough. "You had your fun. My turn."

"Wait... fuck... slow down... " he gasped, but his legs wrapped around me anyway, pulling me closer, heels digging into my back.

"No." I sat up, wrapped one arm around his waist, yanked him down harder on every thrust. "You wanted me to beg? Too late. Now you’re gonna take it."

He made this broken sound, hands scrabbling at my shoulders, nails biting in. "Asshole, you.. fuck....!! "

"Yeah, keep talking," I muttered against his neck, biting down, sucking hard enough he’d have a mark. " I love hearing you fall apart." I whispered.

He tried to snap back, I could tell, mouth opening on some insult, but all that came out was a whine when I hit that spot inside him again. His whole body jerked, clenching tight around me.

"There it is," I groaned, doing it again, over and over. "Right there, huh?"

"Shut... up.... " he choked, but his head dropped to my shoulder, teeth grazing my skin like he wanted to bite but couldn’t decide. "Don’t... don’t stop... "

"Wasn’t planning on it."