"I can't believe you lied to me!" Her voice quivered with hurt, and tears streamed down her face. She looked down, trying to contain the storm of emotions within her. "I trusted you."
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Jeon Jennie
I wanted him so bad by the way he kissed me I could tell I wasn't the only one. Taehyung's hands skillfully slid under my tank top, breaking the kiss for just a moment as he effortlessly pulled the fabric above my head. The air between us crackled with a potent blend of anticipation and heated passion.
The intense kiss was abruptly interrupted as Taehyung whispered a request that sent a flush to my cheeks. "Strip for me, sweetheart," he murmured in my ear, his voice carrying a commanding yet sensual tone. The vulnerability of the situation made my heart race, and his piercing gaze rendered my knees weak.
He took a few steps back, creating a silent anticipation in the air. The moonlight accentuated the contours of his body, casting shadows that played along his features. The room was filled with an electrifying tension, and I found myself hesitating for a brief moment, caught between shyness and the desire to fulfill his request.
I began to slowly peel away the layers, guided by the enchanting rhythm of the moonlight and the desire reflected in Taehyung's eyes. Each piece of clothing that fell to the ground intensified the intimacy between us, building a connection that transcended the physical realm.
Clad only in my white lingerie, I felt the weight of his gaze urging me to surrender the last vestige of modesty. "Take off your bra," he demanded, his voice a husky command that resonated through the charged atmosphere. The moonlight played on the delicate fabric, casting a silvery glow that heightened the intensity of the moment.
His eyes, filled with a potent mix of desire and authority, held mine as I complied with his request. As the last barrier fell away, the room seemed to pulse with an electrifying energy, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection forged under the intimate dance of the moonlight.
He approached with deliberate and tantalizing strides, a potent mixture of desire and anticipation in his eyes. His fingers hooked into the edge of my panty, silently seeking permission, and as I nodded in response, an unspoken understanding passed between us. Contrary to my expectations of a gentle descent, he chose a more audacious route, tearing away the fabric in a single, electrifying motion. My underwear fell to the grass below, leaving me exposed and vulnerable to his gaze.
His fingers delved into my moistened folds, drawing a husky grunt from his lips as he discovered my arousal. "You're soaking, baby," he remarked, eliciting a whimper from my lips as he expertly inserted two fingers into me.
My breath hitched as Taehyung continued his intimate exploration, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my body. He curled his fingers skillfully, hitting all the right spots, and his lips found mine once again in a hungry kiss.
Just as I teetered on the edge of ecstasy, Taehyung withdrew his fingers, leaving me gasping for more. My eyes widened at the sudden shift in sensations, and then he thrust his fingers back inside me, prompting a loud moan to escape my lips.
"Moan my name, sweetheart," he demanded, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine. The intensity of his touch and the explicit command fueled the flames of desire between us, and I couldn't resist complying with his wishes. Each moan echoed in the moonlit night, a testament to the pleasure that Taehyung expertly elicited from me.
My moans crescendoed, reaching a fever pitch as I teetered on the edge of climax. Sensing my imminent release, Taehyung encouraged me with a sultry command, "Come for me, sweetheart." Those four words acted as the catalyst, and I succumbed to the waves of pleasure, crashing into ecstasy on his skillful fingers.
He sensually licked his fingers clean and kissed me, allowing me to taste a hint of myself. With a tempting suggestion, he inquired, "Should we continue this in the car?" My response was a bold declaration, "No, I want you to fuck me under the moonlight."
"You're making me lose my mind, baby," he confessed as he began unbuckling his belt and lowered his pants. A noticeable bulge formed in his boxers, and I couldn't help but gulp at his impressive size.
He bent down swiftly, retrieving a condom from his discarded pants on the grass. My eyes widened as he pulled down his boxers, revealing his substantial, erect member. He skillfully placed the condom on, a mix of anticipation and desire in his intense gaze.
He approached me, thrusting himself entirely into my pulsating core, prompting a loud, unrestrained scream to escape my lips.
He commenced a rhythmic thrusting that seemed to synchronize with the stars I saw overhead. Lifting me up, he guided my legs around his torso, pinning me against his Bugatti as he passionately drove into me.
His powerful thrusts were propelling me toward another orgasm, and my legs trembled under the force of each fierce penetration. The sense of doing something so forbidden, openly engaging in this intimate act, sent a thrilling rush through my veins. The possibility of getting caught heightened the excitement, and my adrenaline surged with each daring moment.
"Don't come yet," he commanded, urging me to delay my release. The desperation for release surged within me as he continued his relentless thrusts. I could sense he was on the brink of his climax as well. "Now, come for me," he ordered, and I reached my peak, releasing around his length. Almost immediately, he came as well, and I found myself breathing heavily, still lingering on the edge of my release.
"You were incredible, sweetheart," he murmured, kissing me gently as I rested my head in the crook of his neck. "Can we go to your place?" I whispered, my lips brushing against his neck. I sensed a subtle tension in his body. "Sounds like a plan," he replied.
