Peerless Perverted Actor Has a Celebrity Harem?!

Emmeline’s voice had grown shaky and happy under the pain, like she could not believe it was Park inside her finally!

He paused inside her and flexed his back like he was an expert at this while feeling every inch of how tight a virgin pussy of his sister really was, and then he pulled back until the head of his cock almost left her entrance, it was blood-wet and shining.

He groaned again on the pull-out, wrecked, because her pussy clung so tight to his big thing like she did not want to let him go.

She watched it. Watched him... he thrust back in.

"Park—" His name came out of her on a moan that was pleasure and a thread of pain braided together, the ache of being newly opened and the thick drag of him filling her anyway. She felt him in her belly:

Full. Too full. Pressure.

She could not tell if it was hurt or want.

He groaned into her throat like he had been stabbed with it.

"You’re really tight," he said, stupid and honest. "Sorry. That sounded—"

"Shut up. Don’t stop."

He went too deep on the next push. Then too shallow. Then he found her again. He paused. His elbow sank into the pillow. Her hair got in his mouth. He spat it out without taking his cock out of her.

"Does it still hurt," he said, wrecked, deeper now. "Emmeline. Be honest."

"Yes," she said. "But doon’t stop. Just—slow. I’m glad it’s you. I’m so glad it’s you, brother."

He flexed, pulling back, thrusting in, learning her, a roll through his hips that made the head of his cock rub that soft place inside her his fingers already knew, and her next sound was different, surprised, wanting.

"Ah—ah—Park, it’s so—"

She never finished it:

Park pulled back and gave her another thrust, deeper, still gentle, his back working, and she moaned his name into his shoulder, ah, ah, her boobs pressed to his chest. One of his hands slid up and grabbed her tit, his thumb teasing her nipple in time with his hips so she had his cock inside her pussy and his fingers on her nipple at once.

The pain was still there, a bright rim around the pleasure, and as she took it, Emmeline asked for more of it with her heels finding the backs of his thighs.

"More. Park, more—ah—like that, like that—"

He gave it to her but not fast yet but better than fast.

It was still going to be short. He could feel that already.

He would draw almost out of her, pause with the head of his cock stretching her entrance, flex through his back, and drive in to the root until his hips met hers and she cried out, ah, Park, it’s so, it’s so much.

Then he would grind there, small filthy circles that made the lips of her pussy kiss the base of his cock, before he pulled back and did it again. Blood smeared his stomach when he ground in. Sweat on his spine. His mouth open on her cheek. The wet sound of his cock taking her pussy, of her pussy taking his cock, blood and wet together.

Every time he bottomed out she moaned like the room was built to hold her voice.

"Ah—ah—Park, it’s so—don’t stop, I’m—more, I want more—" she got out, wrecked and shining. "Park— it’s you—"

"Your face is doing something," he whispered, and she made a wet little sound that was almost a laugh and almost a sob.

He got a hand between them as he’d learnt but it was clumsy but he still found her clit with his thumb and he started rubbing while he thrust in and out of her tight pussy, and her voice went high and broken, Park, Park, ah, with her nails scoring his back, her tears still glittering and her mouth proud and wrecked at once.

She did not come. The rubbing and fullness helped.

It was still too new, too sore, too much cock for her first time to tip her over.

He was not going to last.

It was his first time and she was so tight and so wet and so loud for him that the overwhelm kept climbing.

"I can’t," he said, honest, wrecked. "I’m going to. I’m sorry. It’s been like ten minutes but I can’t—"

She hugged him so harder, arms locked around his neck, and kissed him deep.

"Then come. Come in me. Take it. Take me. I want it to be you."

He flexed and pumped so fast into her pussy for a full minute nonstop before he pulled back one last time and thrust in to the hilt with a groan that tore out of him as he spilled into her pussy, hot, pulsing, first time given, while she moaned his name through the slight pain and the thick pleasure of being filled, ah, Park, Park, her eyes wet and shining and proud on his face as if she could see what they had done even without looking down.

He stayed in her after, shaking, their hearts slamming where their chests were crushed together. His cock kept twitching inside her.

"Did you just—" she whispered.

"Yeah."

When he shifted, a slow leak of his cum and that little blood made a mess between them around where his cock was still joined to her pussy. She lifted her head again, the second look, proud and stunned at the blood on his cock, on her thigh, on the sheet.

"Don’t look," she said.

"I want to look, my love."

He kissed the wet at the corner of her eye and kept himself buried in her like he was still asking, even now, if he was allowed to stay.

His cock hadn’t softened though, much to his surprise; which meant he could till go on a round otherwise it would’ve been pathetic. He slipped out messy, a wet sound, more blood and more of him leaking out of her entrance onto the sheet.

He wiped his cock on the sheet like an idiot.

Emmeline tried to close her legs and hissed. Sore. She put a hand over her pussy after, not sexy, it just so sort of happened.

A small stupid laugh jumped out of her anyway: "We actually did that."

Park made a wrecked sound that might have been a laugh too. Both of the bedroom door checked the door like someone was going to walk in.

She nodded against his mouth, and held him, and did not let go. "You," she whispered into his skin, happy through the sting. "It was you. I’m glad it was you."

"Yes, I could go on for another round by the way if you.."

"Yes! Please fuck me again, little brother!"

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