{BOOK ONE}...When literature student Jeon Jungkook steps in for his sick roommate to interview young prominent entrepreneur Kim Taehyung, he encounters a man who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating, but little does he perceive the encounter wi...
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Jungkook P.O.V.
His thumbs hook over my white cotton underwear waistband, and abruptly he drops to his knees as he tugs on the band harder making it reflex back towards me.
Gosh! I'm waiting for him to do something else..panting, wanting. He grabs my hips, pushing me against the wall again, and kisses me at the apex of my thighs.
He unzips my shorts, pushes my shorts down along with my underwear, grabbing my upper thighs, he forces my legs apart. I groan loudly, feeling his tongue circling my tip.
Oh my.
Tipping my head back involuntarily, I moan as my fingers find their way into this hair.
His tongue is relentless, strong and insistent, laving me - swirling round and round, again and again - non-stop. It's exquisite, the intensity of feeling - it's almost painful. My body starts to quicken, and he releases me.
What?
No!
My breathing is ragged as I pant, gazing at him with delicious anticipation. He grabs my face with both hands, holding me firmly, and he kisses me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth so I can taste my arousal.
Unzipping his fly, he frees himself, grabs the backs of my thighs, and lifts me.
"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he commands, his voice urgent, strained.
I do as I'm told and wrap my arms around his neck, and he moves quickly and sharply, filling me.
"Ah!" He gasps, and I groan. Holding my behind, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, he begins to move, slowly at first - a steady even tempo... but as his control unravels, he speeds up... faster, and faster.
"Ahhh!" I tip my head back and concentrate on the invading, punishing, heavenly sensation... pushing me, pushing me... onward, higher, up... and when I can take no more, I explode around him, spiraling into an intense, all-consuming orgasm. He lets go with a deep growl, and he buries his head in my neck as he buries himself inside me, groaning loudly and incoherently as he finds his release.
His breathing is erratic, but he kisses me tenderly, not moving, still inside me, and I blink, unseeing into his eyes. As he comes into focus, he gently pulls out of me, holding me steady while I place my feet on the floor. The bathroom is now cloudy with steam... and hot. I feel overdressed.
"You seem pleased to see me," I murmur with a shy smile.
His lips quirk up.
"Yes, Mr. Jeon, I think my pleasure is pretty self-evident. Come - let me get you in the shower."
He undoes the next three buttons of his shirt, removes the cufflinks, tugs it over his head, and discards it on the floor. Removing his suit pants and boxer briefs, he kicks them to one side.
