"Yes Sir."
“Good girl. The best girl. Let me have some fun now. Let me get a taste. If you don’t like anything, tell me to stop okay?”
Whimpering, your heat was pulsing. You needed him, his hands, his tongue, his cock. “Please sir, want it. Want you.”
He sensed your desperation, your neediness. Not denying you any longer, his hands flipped your skirt over your hips. Lips gravitated to your covered core. Tongue poking out to get a taste. Needing friction, you pushed your hips back against his face. Wincing, you prepared yourself for a spank, but he reacted, pushing back. Hands hooked around your thighs, a strong grip keeping you in place.
He was eating you through your panties. Tongue messy as it explored your folds. You were whimpering and whining, as he continued to tease.
He knew that you needed skin-on-skin contact, practically begging for it with your quaking thighs. You could feel him smile against your core. This was cruel. And he knew it. “I know baby.”
He purred, the vibration strong against you. “But you couldn’t be patient could you?” “I’m sorry, please.” You begged, voice cracking. Jungkook began to leave a trail of sloppy kisses from your core to the waistband of your panties.
He delicately scraped his teeth against your skin, gathering the fabric in his mouth. You moaned, anticipating what he was going to do next. The material was trailed down your skin, his lips glazing your skin as he finally exposed your wet folds to the cold air.
Jungkook took a step back to groan at the sight. Wet, glossy lips, panties bunched around your knees, your ass exposed and perky. His cock throbbed under his jeans. “So delicious. Need a proper taste.”
He dived back in, tongue divulging between your lips. Licking and slurping your juices. His lips slipped down to your clit, sucking the sensitive, neglected bud.
His tongue worked relentlessly against you, devouring your essence. Hands caressed the meaty flesh on your ass, playfully squeezing and grabbing. You were creeping towards the edge, stomach tightening and fists curling into a ball.
Your sounds were getting louder, your voice becoming horse. He gave your cheek a harsh slap, warning you to quieten down.
“More.” You cried, right at the peak.Giving a wide lick up your slit, he stood up straight. “Would love you to come on my tongue, but I have another appointment in 15 minutes.”
His hold pulled you to the end of the bed, manhandling you. “Put your feet on the ground.” He grumbled, unbuckling his jeans. Climbing down onto the ground, you placed your two feet firmly against the concrete. Wiggling your hips as you peeked over your shoulder, trying to find his touch. He chuckled, loving how needy you were.
He threw a hand onto your hip, giving you a bit of attention as he pulled his pants down. “God you are so pathetic doll.”
He muttered. His cock was hard against his boxers. Pleading to be freed.
“Was so close, want to cum.”“What about me baby? You are so cockdrunk, so desperate, you can’t even think about me? About my pleasure baby.”
He spanked your red skin. “Don’t be selfish. If I wasn’t in such a rush, I would edge you until you cried for it to stop.” A pathetic, tiny sound slipped through your lips. “Oh, you’d like that?” He asked, colliding his body into yours. A hand wrapped around your throat, causing your body to crash against his chest.
