From the writers of Sociopath Universe, comes a new spin-off book set in the Phase Two of Lovesick Monster Universe.
During the weeks following the conclusion of the events in CHECKMATE, while GUN and IPG are struggling to find a way to stop Lee Kan...
My back arched, my body molding to his as I met each deep, deliberate thrust, my breath hitching with every movement. Junhwan's grip on my wrists tightened above my head, holding me in place, keeping me completely at his mercy. His touch was commanding yet reverent, every thrust into my pregnant pussy filled with an overwhelming need... An obsession.
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"O–Oh... Oh God... W–Wony... Wony..."
And his right hand—his right hand had not left my swollen, round, absolutely massive eight-months-pregnant belly, not for a second. From the moment we crashed onto this bed this afternoon, he caressed it, worshiped it, traced every curve with his fingers as if committing its shape to memory, as if reminding himself that it was his child I was carrying. His lips followed, trailing hot, desperate kisses along the swell of my pregnancy, his breath ragged.
Junhwan opened his mouth, capturing one of my bouncing breasts, his lips finding my nipple, sealing around my sensitive peak. I felt the vibration of his deep, needy groan. His tongue flicked over my nipple, warmth flooded over my body, and then... The rush, the release... My milk burst into his waiting mouth.
"O–OOH! M–MMH... Y–Yes... A–Appa... A–Ahn!"
I shuddered, gasped, my body arching into him again, pleasure overwhelming me. He drank eagerly, his grip tightening around me, his movements picking up pace, his thrusts more powerful, more desperate. My lips parted, my moans becoming less coherent, more melodious.
My entire body burned with a heat I had never known before. Eomma had warned me that pregnancy would make me more sensitive, but nothing could have prepared me for this—this overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure. Every touch, every caress, every kiss, every deep, deliberate thrust sent waves of electricity coursing through me, setting every nerve alight. It was intoxicating, exhilarating—like being caught in a fire that didn't consume but instead made me feel more alive.
Or was it just Junhwan? Was it the way he moved within me, the way his hand never once left the swollen curve of my growing, massive belly? The fact that he was both my father and the father of the child I was carrying?
No. No, it wasn't just him. I felt this way with Lia, too—the way she traced every inch of me with knowing hands, whispering sweet nothings against my skin. I felt it with Yujin, her touch playful yet insistent, her lips igniting every part of me they met.
I was sensitive. All of me. And I loved it.
"Appa... A–Appa... Appa... I–I'm... I'm cumming... Oh... OH! I'm... I–I'm cumming again... I'm... CUMMING!!!" I shrieked, panicking. "W–Wait... W–Wait... I'm... I–I'm close too! Mmh! MMH! W–Wony... Wony!" he said urgently, but I shook my head. "C–Can't... C–Ca–Can't... O–OH! APPA... A–APPAAA~~!!!" I screamed. "WONY!!!"
