My breath labored as his fingers circled my clit, the pressure sending jolts of pleasure through my body. His other hand was wrapped around my neck, squeezing just enough to make my head spin with a mix of fear and arousal. I whimpered, closing my eyes and digging my nails into his flesh, my body arching towards him. "Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his hips slamming into me with a relentless rhythm

His cock stretched my walls, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. My mouth parted in a silent cry as his fingers trailed down to my nipples, circling one while squeezing the other. I moaned, desperate for the second wave building in my womb. "Please," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. "Don't stop." "Don't worry, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "I'm not stopping until you scream my name." His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my orgasm cresting, ready to crash over me. His pace quickened, his hips driving into me with a force that made stars burst behind my closed eyelids. My body trembled, the pleasure too intense to bear. Tears rolled down my cheeks, mingling with the sweat on my skin. "Oh God, joon!" I cried out, my voice breaking as the orgasm ripped through me.

My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him as I convulsed with pleasure. "That's it, baby," he groaned, his own release imminent. "Come for me." He drove into me one last time, his body tensing as he spilled inside me, filling me with his hot seed. The sensation pushed me over the edge again, a second orgasm crashing through me even more intense than the first. I screamed his name, my voice echoing through the room. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies tangled together, both of us gasping for breath.

Namjoon finally pulled out, and I collapsed against the bed, my body spent. "Well, that was one hell of a workout," he joked, panting. I laughed weakly, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "Yeah, who needs the gym when you have Kim Namjoon?"

He grinned, leaning down to kiss me softly. "You were amazing," he whispered. "You too," I replied, my heart full. "You always are." We lay there together, basking in the afterglow, our bodies still humming with the remnants of our pleasure. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, the door burst open, and there stood his son, wide-eyed and holding a baseball glove. "Dad, Coach said we have an extra practice today!" he exclaimed, oblivious to the state we were in. Him and I exchanged a glance, bursting into laughter despite ourselves. "Guess our workout isn't over yet," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Go get 'em, tiger," I replied, swatting his butt as he got up to get dressed. And with that, Namjoon went off to be the perfect Dad and husband , leaving me breathless and already craving the next round.