Pop Singer: A Dark BWAM / AMBW Romance

by Asia Olanna

  Jong-soo smiled, undoing his pants. He swayed to the left and right, slowly dragging out his thick thighs from each pant leg.

  Then he wiggled his hips, and casted them aside. With another wiggle, he pulled down his boxer briefs, letting his big cock flop against my stomach.

  It was long and hard, turgid, and reached from where he was on my pelvis all the way up against my bellybutton and further and further. The tip of his cock reached until the bottoms of my breasts. Thick and long.

  “Oh my God,” I said. “I’ve never seen that kind of girth or size before.”

  “You’ve never seen anything like this? Oh, I’m glad that I can be the one to show you what it’s like.”

  With a single thrust of his hips, Jong-soo brought his cock straight up between my breasts, rubbing the tip of his cock against my skin.

  My ebony warmth.

  I squeezed my shoulders inward, letting the slickness of his cock grease up the center of my breasts.

  He squirted pre-come, creating a sort of tunnel in between my chest, thrusting another time downwards, and then pulling forward again, digging into my skin.

  His cock slammed right up against the bottom of my chin, and I arched my spine, electricity and orgasm, a euphoria raking through my body, causing goosebumps to flourish across my every bit.

  My vagina and clit throbbed.

  My clit squirted, and caused a mess underneath him.

  I blushed!

  It was so embarrassing for me to be squirting. I usually never squirted. Hell, I never ever squirted before until Jong-soo.

  But here I was, sitting underneath him, his arms now pinning me down, his head right over me, his muscular chest lording over my face.

  “Did that feel good?” Jong-soo said. “I want to feel every single part of you. Explore all of your body parts. Make you feel alive.”

  I gasped, my eyes rolling to the sides, feeling completely delirious everywhere. Like he said, every single part of me was being explored, his hands roving across my hips, over my breasts again, his cock now sitting at the base ready to plunge forth even more.

  How deep could he go?

  Down my throat?

  Down my breasts?

  Inside of me?

  I wanted to have this info immediately.

  To have him tell me through his body language how he truly was as a person.

  Violent?

  Kind?

  He had only told me so much in words and in actions.

  “It felt amazing,” I said, gasping, my breath stolen and taken away to a faraway place. I nodded my head, squeezing my breasts along his cock again. “Every piece of you, every inch of you is amazing. Do it, please. For me.”

  Teasing me, he said, with a wry smile, “I don’t know exactly what you mean. What do you want me to do to you? Show me with your hands come on.”

  He leaned forward, his hands now taking mine, lifting them up from the bed, miming in the air. “What is it that you want me to do specifically?”

  “I want you to… just fuck me someplace. I don’t care where. Show me what kind of man you are!”

  “Of course,” he said, growling, his fingertips digging into my skin, his bone touching mine, rattling every single part of my head, my skull all the way down to my toes, which curled effortlessly with the storm of euphoria and ecstasy battling my brain cells.

  I closed my eyes, my stomach fluttered, my feet curled up even tighter, and Jong-soo pushed with his cock against my breasts, slicking the way with pre-come, bouncing and angling himself upwards to my chin, and then pulling away, back with his hips, dragging his sensitive flanged head against my skin.

  Goosebumps channeled electricity up my breasts.

  My nipples charged with heat.

  He placed his flanged tip against my nipple, first my right one, and then my left one.

  With one hand, he reached over to the other nipple, making sure that I was always pleasured with either his finger or the tip of his cock.

  He inched lower against my body, pressing his finger, digging into my flesh, feeling for my clit with a gentle flick of his finger.

  He rolled the tip of his thumb against my clit causing me to squeeze out another blast of juice against him.

  I blushed even harder, my head so totally enamored with him, flushed hot and heavy with his face in my mind.

  I screamed out, my vocal chords scraping together in a harsh sound.

  A shrill shriek.

  I stretched my neck upwards, arching my spine so much, I thought it might snap in half from my vertebra straining tight.

  “Oh my God,” I said. “God…”

  Jong-soo gripped my lower breasts, fondling them with his palms, and now slapped his cock against my nipples, his fingers digging into my hood, then back upwards against my clit.

  I screamed again, my body wracked with the pleasure I thought at first was pain, but in fact was a transforming and euphoric sensation stretching across my hips, and leading straight into where he pounded against my breast tissue again and again and again.

  “How about this?” Jong-soo said, leaning forward, pressing his tongue against me, slowly removing his cock from the center of my chest.

  He dug underneath me, lifting me up with his hands, pressing his palms against my shoulders.

  He hugged me tight, his lips now on mine, slowly caressing my upper, and then my lower.

  He opened his mouth, biting down on my meaty flesh, sending electric shocks throughout my head.

  I spasmed there on the bed, had no idea of where I was in that time and place.

  With another bite, he sent an electrical shock all across my body now, making me rise and thrash about everywhere.

  My legs kicked up, slamming into his rib cage. He eased down my legs, his hands quickly going around to my ass, feeling my cheeks.

  “I love this,” he said, squeezing for my clit and vagina. He kissed me again, lifting up his head, and then feeling for my legs.

  With his arms, he hooked underneath my knees, and stretched them upwards until my feet were on his shoulders, until my legs were hooked over and by his head.

  He looked down at me, his cock arched to the sky, dripping with so much pre-come, that I suddenly realized my legs were slicked over and wet.

  Glistening in the night, bright with his effort, sweat and fury.

  “I can pound you really good,” he said, “I’ve never had complaints about how well I do it. How well I fuck!”

  He yanked me forward, slamming his cock against my clit at first, dribbling pre-come over my juices.

  With his hands, he leaned in forward, and pressed his cock deep inside of me, guiding his cock deeper and deeper.

  Then he stretched upwards, expanding his fingertips towards my clit rubbing the outer edges of my hood.

  Quickly, and with fast movements, he thrust inside my canal, taking some of his pre-come and my juices and bringing them to the outer edges of my breasts, then to my nipples, stroking the outer areolas, the centers and then back to my clit simultaneously.

  His hips gyrated, keeping up a momentum that never seemed to stop, pounding me harder and harder, striking deeper for the center of my G-spot.

  With another quick movement of his hips, he struck for the back side of my canal, not going so far as to cause pain, but to simply land there by my G-spot, right where the warmth and gush of his cock had spewed more and more pre-come into me.

  All of his white hot sperm filled me up, making my insides expand to accommodate all of him: the weight and girth of his cock, and the entirety of his load, from pre-come to orgasm.

  But he was far from coming.

  I could tell his cock was still filling up with more blood, with more passionate fury.

  The way he continued to get bigger until I was so full—hell, girl, I felt completely bloated with all of him in me now. It was a pleasant bloat that made me feel like I was his alone, the most beautiful woman on the planet.

  That feeling you get when you are
pleased by another man, pleasured and made to feel like a queen.

  Jong-soo’s hands roved up and down my waist, and his cock pounded in and out, going to the tip with the center of his eye spewing out more pre-come, and then driving back to the G-spot I knew so well to deliver me into a pleasurable semi-orgasm.

  He lifted me up with his arms, pounding me that way, so muscular and strong, downplaying how good he looked.

  “For a man who’s been captured,” I mumbled, “you’re definitely not what I was expecting… Jesus Christ…”

  Jong-soo lifted me higher, and pounded three times the center of my G-spot, making me squirt three times from the center of my clit as I thrashed about harder.

  My arms tried to grab ahold of something to stabilize myself with.

  But the tension was so stiff in my arms that I could not grab anything. I could barely hold on because of the momentum shuttling me backwards against the bed, barely could stay myself there.

  Jong-soo’s cock pounded harder and harder, until he froze in place, his eyes wide, his mouth opened and his throat so tense, I thought he might just spew his entire load all over me right then and there.

  He gripped my flesh with a tight squeeze of his fist, holding onto my breasts, rolling his fingertips slicked wet with pre-come and juices, over my nipples, and then down my belly, so wet like a highway to pleasure heaven.

  “Jesus,” he said. “That’s right, Jesus.”

  He went back to my nipples, stroking them, squeezing my breasts, squeezing the centers of my areolas—me, squirting out more juices, and his cock pounding away at the center of my pussy with his eye, unloading every single bit of pre-come from the core of his cock, squirting and squirting, both of us, orgasmic and euphoric.

  Utterly taken away by the sensations throbbing at the soul of our brains.

  We slowed down, until we stopped at the very edge of orgasm and climax.

  The cross-section where we would lose control and have no more pleasure.

  Be tapped out because of our efforts at making us so high from natural causes.

  I did not want anything to end.

  Did not want the pleasure train to come to a halt.

  “Just relax,” he said. And then he slid his cock out, the flick of his flanged head slapping against my hood, against my sensitive clit, making me almost orgasm.

  His pre-come slicked over my clit and hood and vagina, which were all throbbing so incessantly, so needily.

  I wanted more, so how could he deny me like this?

  Was he going to end sex right then and there?

  This was a man who had saved my life. This was a man who had come in from nowhere, and who I held up to the highest standards. Who I idolized from the get-go in America.

  God!

  It couldn’t come to such an abrupt halt just yet.

  And it didn’t, because Jong-soo slowly bent down, and I did not know why.

  His cock throbbed, spurting out another splash of pre-come across my inner thighs.

  He slicked down with his hands to the center of my hood, over my lips, and up to my clit. With a graceful lean, he opened up his mouth, and pressed his tongue against my vagina, sending his tongue deep along the canal of my insides, his every press and fumble, his mouth opening wider and wider, jittering because of the pleasure rolling throughout his neck and jaw.

  And then suddenly, he became stiff, strong, and groping my ass, lifting me upwards so that he could eat me out entirely—my honeypot, a gourmet meal.

  “Oh,” he said, “I want more. Going to have more.”

  He yanked me forward across the bed, dragging me against his lips, my hood stretching over his warm mouth, his pre-come, my juices over his face.

  His tongue flicked in and out over my hood, and then dug down deep into my insides. A warmth escaped from my canal, stretching over his face, like the breath from my lungs, enveloping him, loving him.

  Jong-soo licked and licked, bringing down his tongue with a weighty passion, a sort of heavy euphoria with every stroke.

  He knew how to use his tongue, the way he flexed it, and tensed it up and then struck me with the tip, deeper and deeper until he could go no further.

  His mouth sucked on the entrance of my canal, my hood throbbing with passionate fury, embracing his face, wanting him to go more, all the way inside.

  It was euphoric having him near my G-spot, his tongue gracing the edges and perimeter, slapping at the center, Jong-soo sucking every single inch of my skin.

  With his fingers, Jong-soo drew up to my breasts, and then back down to my clit.

  He massaged for my juices, feeling the outer edges, and then went back to my nipples, draping his hands down to my ass, going for my thighs.

  He worshiped me, eating me out, getting down with his lips all the way inside until I thrashed with my knees again, kicking upwards, forcing Jong-soo’s hands to come back down onto my legs. “You’re moving so much,” he whispered. “You must really like it.”

  “It’s almost too much…”

  Jong-soo maneuvered his hands onto both of my breasts now, slicking my nipples with my juice, his pre-come, and now his saliva.

  His tongue dripped and draped downwards into my canal, stretching again as far as he could go, straight into me, making me flourish with a heady ecstasy that made me want to come on the spot.

  He lifted up my legs, anchoring my back against the bed, pressing me until I was shaped like the letter C.

  With my breasts in the air, his hands groping my nipples, my clit in his mouth, I had all of my sensitive organs angled properly for the best sensations.

  It was almost as if he magnified every single feeling he gave me, offered with his tongue, tantalized with his fingers.

  He anchored me back down against the bed, my ass cheeks slowly lowering, his tongue digging deep inside, tasting me, slicking up my hood again, and then now sucking on my clit.

  When I squirted, he did not hesitate at all to suck me dry.

  He slicked me over with his saliva. He gripped his cock, jerked himself, went back over to my nipples, and with his mouth, he dribbled kisses upwards to my breasts.

  His hands swapped places with his mouth. Now he rubbed my clit with his mouth, and my breasts got a handjob, pre-come carried over from his fingers.

  He slicked his tongue over my areolas, then went and doubled over the edges, the outer perimeters, feeling with his hands the center of my breasts, squeezing my aching nipples, making all of my head explode at the root and shaft of every one of my hairs.

  By now, every single inch of my skin had a goose bump.

  My hairs were standing up completely.

  A shock and a hot rod was rammed up my spine so that I could not lay down flat and properly.

  I had nothing more than his mouth against my clit then back down to my lips, my hood. He pressed forward with his tongue, slicking the outer rim, and then feeling my areolas all the same.

  He massaged me again with his fingers, digging down deep with his tongue, going all the way inside until I had nothing more than ecstasy pounding my very brain.

  A constant euphoria and orgasm about to climax all across my skin.

  “I need this,” I mumbled. “I’ve dreamed of this so many times.”

  “And I’m here for you, giving it to you…”

  Jong-soo slipped his tongue against the outer rims of my hood again, and then back to my clit with a gentle grace of his hands, he massaged my clit then my vagina lips softly, quickly, bringing out his cock for the final pounding.

  Lifting up my legs back onto his shoulders, he slipped his cock against the entrance of my hood, between my lips, going all the way inside, filling me up completely.

  I closed my eyes, imagining how wide he was making my canal.

  How far he was expanding me.

  He made me so full, I could feel it in my stomach, all the way up, driving inside and making me complete.

  “I’m going to give everything now,” he said. “And fuck all
of your worries away.”

  So not only did he rescue me, he wanted to take away all of my anxieties.

  He pounded over and over, thrusting with his hips, gyrating like an animal, never stopping, never at all stopping to take a break at all.

  He spanked my ass, and then forced my thighs all the way against his body, so that I was slapping him with my ass cheeks, so that I slammed against him with all of my body.