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Kook groans, the sound vibrating through her body as he takes her hand and guides it down to where he wants her touch. With a hungry growl, he thrusts his hips forward, grinding against her palm, seeking release. What's supposed to be their car ride home becomes a sensual dance of desire in the parking garage, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they race toward the passionate ending they both crave.

Kook: Amelia...

He whispers her name, voice thick with desire, as he watches her touch him.

Kook: You're so beautiful...

Amelia feels the words wash over her, and it's as if they're a drug, making her even more intoxicated with desire. She presses down on his cock, feeling the heat and strength of it beneath her hand.

Amelia: Kookie.

She whispers back, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts.

Amelia: I want you...

With a growl, Kook grabs her hand, pushing her palm harder against his arousal. His hips buck against her hand, and she can feel the length of him, hard and demanding, her other hand reaching up to cup his cheek, their lips mere inches apart. The anticipation is almost unbearable as they tease each other, their bodies aching for release. Kook's breath is ragged as he looks down at her, his eyes dark with desire.

Kook: Are you sure, Amelia?

He asks, his voice rough with need.

Kook: Because once I'm in a certain mindset, I don't think I can stop myself. You're getting me to that place. I haven't been there in a while...

Amelia's heart races at his words, and she nods, her fingers digging into his skin.

Amelia: Yes.

She whispers, her voice barely audible.

Amelia: Please, Kookie...

Kook's eyes narrow, his pupils almost completely obscuring the iris. He leans in, his lips brushing against hers as he murmurs,

Kook: Take off your panties, and touch yourself. Right here in front of me.

His hand slides between their bodies, pressing against her core, teasing her wetness. Amelia's breath hitches as she feels the demanding presence of Kook's fingers against her, her body already aching for more. She looks down at her panties, already wet and clinging to her skin, and then back up at Kook's hungry gaze. Reaching down, she quickly yanks her panties off, tossing them aside. With trembling hands, she lifts her shirt, baring her breasts to him, and leans forward to cup one in her free hand, her other hand sliding between her legs to touch herself as he'd instructed.

Kook: That's it, baby.

Kook's voice, husky and commanding, sends a shiver down her spine. She moans as she touches herself, her fingers moving faster, seeking release. Rolling her nipple between her fingers, her eyes locked on Kook's intense gaze. With a growl, Kook grabs her waist and sits her on top of him, his arousal pressing against her entrance. He thrusts his hips upward, forcing himself inside of her in a single, hard motion. Amelia gasps, her eyes widening as she feels Kook's length filling her completely. Pain and pleasure mix together in a sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced, and she moans out. Her fingers continue to stroke herself, her other hand gripping his shoulder for support.