"Have I ever told you how sexy you sound reading someone their Miranda rights?"
Chantelle throws her head back against his shoulder with laughter. "No, but you have now."
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a rookie nypd detective and a famous korean private investigator must...
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As soon as the detectives enter Chantelle's apartment, their bodies clash together in the most passionate way. Desperate hands grabbing anything they can reach, lips refusing to separate unless absolutely necessary.
"Bedroom?" Taehyung peels his jacket off, letting it land somewhere on the floor as they stumble through the apartment.
"Straight down the hall." Chantelle huffs out in labored breaths, quickly undoing the tie holding her shirt together.
By the time they actually make it there, their bodies are bare with the exception of their pants, which are a bit harder to take off when they are trying to multitask.
Taehyung is only able to take off his belt before Chantelle takes over. She kisses her way from his chest down to his navel, getting on her knees to unbuckle his pants. He said he likes foreplay, so Chantelle is gonna give it to him, alright.
She slides his pants down, her eyes widening at the bulge in his boxers. Holy fuck, he's big.
"What's wrong, too much for you to handle?" Taehyung smirks down at her.
Chantelle shakes her head, wanting so badly to wipe that cocky expression from his face. "Not at all." She pulls his boxers down as well, freeing his member that is already half hard. He will definitely be the biggest she's ever had, but there's no need for him to know that.
"Well let's see what you do with- oh fuck." Taehyung's words dissolves into a moan when she takes him into her mouth.
Chantelle bobs her head up and down his shaft, her fingers stroking whatever can't fit. She looks up at him through hooded eyes, eager to see his reaction. And she's pleased to see that Taehyung looks incredibly out of it, his jaw slack with pleasure as he gazes down at her.
"Maybe you're the one who can't handle it." She smirks, pulling off of him for a moment. She licks the tip teasingly, tilting her head as she waits for his response.
"Feeling cocky now, aren't you?" Taehyung lets out a little laugh that sends a shiver down her spine. "I think you earned yourself a punishment, no?"
The mischievous sparkle in his eyes makes excitement run through her. She's not sure what he's going to do but that just makes it more thrilling. So she nods. "Go ahead, punish me."
Taehyung seems surprised by her eagerness. Nonetheless, he reaches down to her head and tangles his fingers in her hair. "Open that pretty little mouth for me."
Chantelle does as she is asked, letting her jaw drop open. He uses the hand not in her hair to grab his hard member, guiding it to her mouth.
"Keep your eyes on me." He instructs, his tone gentle yet demanding all the same.
From the way he has positioned her, Chantelle knows exactly what is going to happen. But she's ready to take it.
Taehyung holds her head still and starts thrusting, moving slowly at first. But then he picks up speed, reaching deeper and deeper into her throat each time.
