Peerless Perverted Actor Has a Celebrity Harem?!

Park’s hand was still hovering.

Close enough that the heat of her skin warmed his palm. Close enough that he could feel the faint tremor running through his own fingers.

He had never been this hard in his life.

His cock ached against the front of his trousers, trapped and every slow breath she took made her breasts shift under his eyes — soft, heavy, living things that rose and fell with a weight he could almost feel from here.

Emmeline watched him.

The shyness was still there — a soft pink flush that had spread from her cheeks down her throat and across the upper curves of her chest — but something steadier sat underneath it now. She had never seen him look at anyone like this. The hunger in his eyes was open, almost painful, like the sight of her bare body was rewriting something fundamental inside him.

A quiet pride curled low in her stomach.

So... she reached up.

Her fingers closed around his wrist, gentle but sure, and she guided his hand the last few inches down until his palm settled fully over the soft, heavy curve of her right breast. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t look away.

She trusted him.

Completely.

She just held his wrist there for a second longer, making sure he felt it — that she was the one giving this to him.

Park made a broken sound.

The weight of her boobs filled his hand at once — warm, dense, impossibly soft, and yet there was a firmness underneath that surprised him. They were sharply perfect, the soft flesh holding a very firm and taut living shape as if the whole breast had grown erect the same way her nipples had.

His fingers sank into the plush give of her tits without meaning to, but the underlying firmness pushed back against his palm. The skin under his hand was fever-hot and silk-smooth. The firm little peak of her nipple pressed directly into the centre of his palm, and around it he felt the softer, slightly pebbled ring of her areola — a warm, dusky circle that tightened under his touch.

"Fuck..."

He squeezed once, clumsy and too careful at the same time, feeling the soft flesh yield and spill slightly over his fingers while that deeper roundness stayed firm and full in his hand. The warmth of her tits sank straight into his palm. His thumb brushed over her nipple by accident and the small, tight bud dragged under the pad of his finger.

Emmeline’s breath hitched hard, her back arching the smallest amount, pushing more of that soft, heavy, sharply rounded weight into his hand, and a tiny, helpless sound escaped her throat.

Park’s eyes flicked up to her face, wide and dark and almost panicked with want.

"I’ve never..." His voice cracked. "Emmie, I’ve never touched—"

"I know," she whispered.

Her other hand came up and covered the one he still had hovering uselessly in the air. She pressed that one down too, until both of his hands were full of her. The dual sensation punched the air out of his lungs. Soft. Heavy. Warm and and firm — that surprising, living firmness that made them feel full and round and perfect in his palms.

The way they filled his hands and spilled over his fingers when he squeezed made his cock twitch so hard it hurt. He could feel the exact weight of each breast, the way the soft underside curved into his hands, the tight nipples and the warm circles of her areolas catching against his skin every time either of them breathed.

He watched them rise and fall under his hands, the soft, heavy teardrops shifting with every uneven breath she took.

Emmeline’s lashes fluttered.

She bit her lower lip, watching his face the entire time, watching the way his expression kept breaking open every time his hands moved. The shyness was still burning under her skin, but the pride was stronger now.

He was completely gone for her.

Every clumsy squeeze, every shaky breath, every stunned look he gave her body belonged to her alone. She let him watch. She stayed still and open under his eyes, letting him see the way her breasts moved with her breathing, the way her nipples stayed tight and dark against the pale skin.

Park lowered his head like a man drowning.

He pressed his mouth to the soft upper curve of her left boob first—open and hot, tasting clean skin and faint salt and something else that was just her. The skin was so soft. Like, impossibly soft. He dragged his lips lower, his heart doing something insane in his chest because he couldn’t believe he was actually allowed to be doing this.

Her little peak was right there.

When his lips finally closed over it she made this small, helpless sound that shot straight through him and her fingers tightened so hard in his hair it almost hurt but he didn’t care, he rolled her nipples on his tongue and then sucked.

Soft gasp...

—he felt her whole body tense up and for a second he panicked thinking he was doing it wrong, but then she arched into him and he realized she liked it. Jesus. She liked it. Her little nipple dragged against his tongue, so firm and hot it felt like it might actually burn, and when he flicked just the tip of his tongue over the top she gasped again.

Gasp.

The feeling of the darker skin around the peak—the softer texture that was different from the rest of her boob—pressed against his lips as he tried to pull the whole thing deeper into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed out.

He was clumsy and desperate and had absolutely no idea what he was doing but somehow that seemed to be exactly what she wanted. He kept learning the exact shape of her with these eager, uneven strokes like he was trying to memorize it with his mouth.

The taste of her skin, the way the little peak got even harder, even more firm against his tongue.

The soft, broken moan she let out when he sucked harder—

"Ahhh~ brothe—"

—and suddenly nothing existed except this; her boob in his mouth with her fingers in his hair, pulling, all the way her the way her back arched, offering him more. The desperate little sounds of her moans she kept making like she couldn’t help it; her moans were so beautiful and so full of pleasure.

"Park—"

His name came out shaky and wet instead of calling him brother.

Wait, did he like it more when she called him brother while he’s doing this to her?

’Gods, I am such a pervert.’

Not exactly a bad thing!

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