Bullied at school and constantly shouted at at home, Jimin never felt loved, so when a shy billionaire Mr. Jeon sends out his worker to him, claiming he is the boy of his dreams Jimin agrees to become his secret lover. The only rule is, during their...
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The ocean wind stopped to matter, it was suddenly a thousand degrees all around him and Mr. Jeon has definitely never kissed him with such passion, spoiling his neck with destruction, tearing on his clothes when Jimin was equally eager to remove his and touch over that back and shoulders which's shape he has finally seen, both unable to even talk, just their crazy moans and gasps leading a dialogue.
Jimin's pants let go, his underwear was pulled down and Mr. Jeon's lips closed on his d* hastily, so he wrapped his fingers into the man's hair to bring him closer, rocking his hips into his mouth deeply.
"Don't come yet," Mr. Jeon pulled back spreading his legs to lick in between his butts and send waves of lightning down his thighs.
"Please!" Jimin was begging but the man was messing that place up with his tongue when his smooth fingers closed on Jimin's length pumping it in the same manner.
"Take me! Please! Take me!" Jimin was squealing trying to hold on, to not to come yet when Mr. Jeon suddenly stopped, lifting him carrying on the blanket, removing the pants that were rolled up around his claves, untying his trainers definitely throwing them into the grass, with his socks following shortly, so he was suddenly bare trembling underneath his faceless lover.
Mr. Jeon's lips returned digging into the inner side of his thighs so he screamed into the night, begging for salvation, holding on against all odds trying not to picture this place, the fireflies like lights and electric candles, the picnic blanket at the world's top with a view over the sliver ocean he was flying above and that tall man with insanely board shoulders taking him beyond borders of body, pleasure and love.
What would have happened if he had opened the pleasure box, if this here was just blindfold. He definitely wouldn't have survived that.
The climax building up and he clenched his teeth to stop it when the passionate kisses closed on his nipples lifting him above the blanket.
"Mr. Jeon! Please! You want me dead!" Yelled Jimin arching his back, but the freaking salvation of Mr. Jeon's damn hard d* came, pressing so deeply into him, his hands were wiggling for hold digging into the man's stone back and shoulders, his juices spilling at that very contact when he came all over Mr. Jeon's lower body yelling his name into the night.
"Jimin! What now!" Asked Mr. Jeon stopping to rock his hips.
"Finish off, just feeling you is enough to be so high," whispered Jimin who was barely coming back from the sharp climax.
Mr. Jeon sighed kissing his neck, nibbling on his earlobe, his hips moving slower, his lips so soft and warm laying in Jimin's twisting his head so he tangled his arms around Mr. Jeon's neck playing with his hair, getting drunk on the kisses almost forgetting that steady rhythm in his lower body. He wasn't ready, won't be for the next thirty minutes at last but he still wanted to please his lover, make him come as hard.
