"TAMARA DON'T YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME WHO IS HE!"
"Namjoon, I promise he's just a guy I work with baby. Here look at the messages."
I grabbed the phone away from my fiancé and read through her text messages with her colleague Mark.
My blood simmered down, and I began to relax now that I was sure I had nothing to worry about. Tamara looked up at me. Worry plastered on her face stirred up my guilt. I knew I needed to apologize and comfort her.
"Tam, I'm sorry... I just... I can't stand the thought of another man being with you."
She moved closer to me, visibly relaxing.
"Joon, I love you. I'm going to marry you. Mark is just my co-worker. You know how it is. Business is Business baby."
She grabbed my face and kissed my lips.
I loved her fucking taste. The sweet smell of her perfume inebriated me. She was like a drug to me, and I could never get enough. Our kiss grew with passion. I began to handle her with a hint of aggression. I explored her mouth with my tongue. I looked down and noticed her knees caving in. I got off on making her submit to me. I grabbed her face.
"You're Daddy's good girl aren't you?"
Her big eyes met mine.
"Yes Daddy...I'm your good girl."
"Mmm, is Daddy's good girl ready to be felt up?"
She bit her lip and began to run her hands through my hair, grabbing a fist full of it, signaling she was ready.
I moaned through gritted teeth. Then I picked her up cupping her ass and squeezing it tight, just how she liked it.
That's my nasty bitch.
She moaned.
She loved dirty talk. I knew all the right words to say to get that pussy leaking. I walked us to our bedroom. I lifted her ass up just a little to place my fingers on her sweet spot. She was ready. I could feel her dripping through her panties.
"Mmm, daddy...p-please don't tease me.
I laughed at her.
"My baby has no patience at all."
I set her down on the bed and stroked her face. I sat there for a minute just admiring her. What would I do without her. She was the sole reason I didn't put a gun to my head and end it all each and every night. I was jolted back to reality when my love whispered to me.
"Joon."
She was growing needy. Her face was so flushed. I knew she was on the edge. She stroked my leg making her way to my stiffened member. I removed her hand and pinned it over her head. I forced my tongue in her mouth, she received it so well. I began to feel her up.
Her supple breasts were my next victims. I pushed her shirt and bra over her head. I took my time pleasing them.
"You like that baby?"
She didn't respond. She was so far gone , wrapped up in her immense pleasure. I didn't need a response. I knew how I made her feel. I knew I was the only one who would ever be able to make her react the way she did.
