Living in a viciously boring cycle of tips and refills, a young waitress finds herself being pulled headfirst into the world of sex, drugs, and rock & roll.
With an unexpected turn of events, Lyla embarks on a journey with the three handsome men fro...
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Pulling his hoodie off in one smooth movement, Jungkook tosses it to the floor before firmly, and urgently, pressing his lips to mine once again. A small groan of satisfaction resonates from him as his hands slip under the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head to leave my top half to be exposed in only a sheer red bra.
Easing me off of the soundboard, he begins eagerly pressing his lips to the sensitive areas along my jaw and down my neck, inching his way toward my breasts as he works at undoing the clasp of my bra with me deliciously whimpering at his touch.
"Couldn't someone come in here?" It comes out as more of a moan than a question as I watch my undergarment be stripped away, dangling from the tips of his fingers before falling to the floor.
Shaking his head as he towers over me while we drink each other in, he rakes my hair into a ponytail, forcing me to tilt my head up to look up at him, "Deadbolt is locked."
His mouth claims my own, my hands scrambling to the button on his jeans to undo it and slide down his zipper; my bare breasts caressing his smooth skin. I want to be tangled up with him in passionate and fiery bliss, letting him use me in whatever way he needs to ease his tension right now as I need him just as badly.
Dropping to his knees before I had the chance to pull down his pants, he unzips the form-fitting denim covering my bottom half and shimmies them over my hips, discarding them with the rest of the clothes that are starting to collect on the carpet beneath us. He skims his hands over the length of my thighs until he reaches the band of my matching thong. Taking a moment to look back up at me for approval, I push my hips forward while biting on my bottom lip, letting him know that's it's okay to proceed.
Wasting no more time, he slides the sheer fabric down my legs just before hiking up my leg as he eagerly swirls his tongue over my clit. I lean back on the soundboard to sturdy myself and sing his praises, thankful that this room is soundproof. His fingers dig into my hips as he laps up my arousal, pulling my other leg up to rest on his strong shoulders as well; tasting me as if he had been fantasizing about me as much as I have fantasized about him.
"Oh, fuck," I whine, letting my head fall back as my eyes close at the delicious sensations my body is relishing in.
He groans needily, sucking on my bundle of nerves and flicking it over and over at a pace that will tip me over the edge sooner than either of us would have anticipated if he doesn't slow down any time soon. Dipping down, he inserts his warm tongue into my entrance, peeking up at me as my head lifts to stare down at him in utter amazement; our gaze locked as we both make salacious sounds for one another.
"Come here," I beg, roughly tugging on his ebony locks causing him to smirk at my slight dominance. "Fuck me."
Chuckling, he lifts me up and carries me over to a small couch on the other side of the room. Laying me down on my back, he stands upright to drop his pants with his black Calvin Kleins following shortly after.
