DARK DESIRE YOONGI FF 🔞

CHP 6

Reynolds gazed at me for a long moment, nodding his head to Yoongi and then handing him my phone. Reynolds gathered his belongings and walked right out of the room. Jungkook lingered by the door.

Yoongi gazed over at him. "I'll meet you back at the house for dinner," he said. "I need to talk to Miss Mila beforehand about" he held up my phone "this. Don't wait up for either of us."

Jungkook nodded his head and left the room, leaving me alone with Yoongi in a deserted college business class. He walked to the front of the desk, leaned against it, and crossed one leg over the other.

I huffed to myself and trudged over to him, trying not to look too excited about this. Because I wasn't. I really, really wasn't. Definitely wasn't.

I stared up at him, gaze lingering on the buIge in the front of his p@nts.

He held up my phone. "Do you think that the little stunt you pulled was funny?" he asked, brow raised.

"Depends," I said, batting my lashes at him. "Did it make you h@rd?"

He placed the phone down on the desk, stepped around me, and placed his large hands on my shoulders, squeezing. "Why don't you tell me?" he asked.

Instead of pressing himself against me like I thought he would, he didn't move. Just waited.

So, I reached behind me, placing my hand directly against the front of his p@nts, and grasped his h@rd c0ck through the material.

He curled a hand around the front of my thr0at and pulled me harshly against him, his l!ps against my ear.

"How could I not get h@rd, seeing you dressed in a sh0rt minisk!rt, n!ppIes pressing against your tank top, b6gging for me to just tug on them?" He trailed his fingers down my ch6st and grasped my br6@st.

He pushed his h!ps h@rder against my a55, letting me feel his huge c0ck. "Watching you press your l6gs together for the past hour because you couldn't handle the pressure in your t!ght l!ttle c*nt."

I s*cked in a deep breath, pushing my knees together even more.

"I bet you were w6t for me the moment I walked through that door."

I shifted from foot to foot, the ach6 becoming almost unb6arable.

He tugged on my n!ppIe through my sh!rt and said, "Am I wrong?"

I closed my eyes and shook my head, unable to even mutter the quietest no.

"Good, now on your knees for me, Mila."

My eyes widened. "But... but anyone could just walk right in."

His l!p curled into a smirk. "They could." He pushed me down onto my knees, slid his finger under my chin, and made me gaze up at him. "And they'd see you on your knees with my c0ck all the way down your thr0at. Is that a problem?"

I parted my lips, and he pushed his buIge toward me. "Yes, that's a problem," I said.

"Mila, I have enough money to keep them quiet a hundred times over. I have enough resources to destr0y their lives if I didn't want anyone to know that you belong to me now."

I furrowed my brows. "I belong to you?" I shook my head. "I do not belong to--"

He shoved his c0ck into my m0uth and down my thr0at. I g@gged on his hardness, eyes immediately filling with t6ars at how much of him had easily sl!d all the way down my thr0at. I grasped my n6ck, feeling it so d66p inside of me that I cI6nched.

"If you're not mine, Mila, why're you on your knees for me? Why do you have my c0ck down your thr0at? Why do you keep sending me those d!rty l!ttle p!ctures of you?"

I cI6nched, my pu55y thr0bbing. I opened my m0uth w!der to respond to him, but all that came out were w6t g@gging sounds as his c0ck h!t the back of my thr0at over and over again. I stared up at him through my lashes, sp!t dripping down my chin and s0aking through my shirt.

He shoved himself down my thr0at, th**sting harder and harder each time. With his hands laced into my hair, he pulled me toward him. I gazed up at him through t6ary eyes, the silent room filled with my w6t g@gging sounds.

He slowed down his pace, pulled his c0ck 0ut of my mouth, wiped his hand over the sp!t dripping off my chin, and then rubbed it all over my swollen l!ps and into all of my makeup.

He sIapped his c0ck against my bottom l!p a couple times, pushed himself back into me slowly, and smirked down at me.

With his c0ck pressed against the inside of my cheek, he sIapped it lightly. I stared up at him through my lashes.

"God, Mila," he said. "I love ru!ning you." Another light sIap. "I love the power you give me." He chuckled m6nacingly, sIapping the head of his c0ck through my cheek again. "I don't even have to try. You just d!g yourself into a d66per and d66per h0le every time I see you."

I s*cked on the head of his c0ck, swirling my t0ngue around it. I cI6nched my thr0bbing c0re, wanting nothing more than for him to f**k me already.

He slowly pulled himself out of me, and I s*cked hard on him. His c0ck sprang 0ut of my m0uth with a l0ud pop.

He tugged me to my feet, turned me around, shoved me against Professor Reynolds's desk, and pIunged a hand into my p@nts.

He moved his f!ngers in circles around my cI!t, and I grasped on to the desk, trying to stop my knees from buckling.

"What would your father think when word gets out that you're failing your business class?"

I parted my lips, brows furrowed together, trying not to moan... because all I f**king wanted to do was scr6am his name.

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