𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𖹭ྀི

❤︎𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 62❤︎

His words send shivers down your spine, your body arching into his touch, your hands gripping the sheets tighter. His lips find their way to your earlobe, his tongue darting out to taste the sensitive skin there.

He shifts again, pressing his hard length against you, his body heat enveloping you. He reaches down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers, his eyes never leaving your face as he pulls them off, discarding them onto the floor.

He settles between your legs, his hands moving to cup your face, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "Forgive me... for my love -for ruining you with my love."," he says, his voice guttural and warm.

He leans down, his lips crashing into yours once more in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue darts into your mouth, seeking out yours, exploring and tasting you. His hand caresses your cheek, a stark contrast to the intensity of the kiss.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes locking onto yours once more as he lines up grinding against you, the head of his cock teasing your entrance.

You panted, your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath. But his voice cut through the haze, soft yet commanding.

"Look at me," he whispered, his tone low and husky. "Eyes on me, ma chérie."

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. The connection was instant, a spark of electricity that ran through your veins. There was a silent challenge in his eyes, a hunger that made your heart pound in your chest. His gaze held yours, refusing to let go, as if daring you to look away.

He grips your hips, his hands firm but careful, anchoring you to the moment. "This is going to be slow," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I'm going to enjoy every second of you. Understand?"

His gaze holds yours captive as he notches the broad head of his cock at your slick entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he sheathes himself deep inside you, a low groan escaping his lips as he savors the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him. He stills for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours, relishing in the intimate connection.

you gasp, your nails digging into his back as he fills you completely.
"Oh god, Jungkook..." your hips instinctively clench around him, drawing him deeper.

His hands tighten on your hips, his muscles tensing, his self-control stretched thin. "Damn, you're so tight," he mutters through gritted teeth.
His eyes darken with desire as he watches you writhe beneath him, your body yielding to his. Jungkook pulls back until just the tip remains inside, then pushes back in with a measured, rhythmic pace, each stroke deliberate and deep.

"Don't... Don't stop," you pant, your fingers digging into his flesh, feeling the tension build within you. The slow, steady pace is driving you wild, your body quivering with need.

He increases the pace, his hips rolling into yours, his hands bruising against your skin as he takes you deeper, harder. He watches you, his eyes burning with fire, his mouth parted as moans escape his lips, low, guttural sounds of pleasure. "You feel so good..." he groans, his voice rough and strained, his control wavering with each thrust. His hands grip your hips, guiding you up to meet his every move, his body pressing against you in a way that makes it hard to tell where you end and he begin

your hands slide up to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin, holding on for dear life. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of your gasps and moans as he takes you closer to the edge. "I'm..." you gasp, unable to complete the sentence as pleasure threatens to consume you.

He captures your lips in a heated kiss, muffling your whimper as he continues his steady, rhythmic thrusts. His hands move from your hips to cup your face, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. He trails kisses down your throat, nippig and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. His mouth travels lower, his tongue swirling over your collarbone, sending sparks of pleasure racing through you.