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Can't get enough pt.3 💦

CAN'T GET ENOUGH PT.3 : IT'S MINE

"I'm in the mood for dessert," he said with a smirk, disappearing under the covers.

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Na-Ri squealed in anticipation. Her nether regions tingled with excitement. There was something thrilling about feeling him, but not seeing him. She couldn't guess what he'd do next.

Once Namjoon lowered his head between her legs, he kissed her inner thighs, slowly, trailing languorous open-mouthed kisses right up to her pubic bone. She was totally hairless down there, just the way he liked it. After gently kissing her there, he started to lick her smooth skin, careful to avoid where she wanted it the most. Each passing of his tongue made her squirm under his touch as he was so close to her love bud, and yet so far.

"Namjoon, please, don't tease...." she sighed, bucking her hips closer to his mouth, trying to direct him where she wanted him. 

"My baby is so needy this morning; I like that," he smirked into her skin.

After a bit more of this delectable agony, he softly blew hot air on her clit, before finally eating her out the way she deserved. As his mouth attached itself to her clit and surrounding flesh, she yelped arching her back, trying to grab onto anything to relieve the pressure of the intense bliss taking over.

He was working wonders on her; she was basking in the feeling of his tongue on her. He didn't care how messy it got between his saliva and her fluids; he kept on devouring her as if she was his last meal on this earth.

Under the covers, Namjoon was encouraged by the mewls leaving her lips proving he was doing a good job at pleasuring her. He laid his tongue flat and gave a long lick along her folds from the bottom to the top, tickling her clit with the tip of his tongue in the process. She let out a long, labored sigh. He kept doing this, every time making her curse under her breath in a language only she knew.

He pushed two long fingers inside of her and she writhed at the sudden welcome intrusion. His fingers explored, scissored, went in and out and curled when they found that sweet spot that made her toes curl. As he kept finger fucking her, her pussy made squelching sounds. He bit his lips at the sinful slosh he had created. He wanted more of her sticky sweetness.

"You're so wet for me, baby..." he moaned. He lapped on her creaminess and felt like his eyes were rolling at the back of his head. Her scent was intoxicating. The more he ate her out, the wetter she became. The wetter she became, the more desperate he was. He just couldn't get enough of her. He pushed his tongue past her folds and into her hole; his fingers still inside her, making her call his name like only him could save her. 

As he felt her clenching around his fingers, he knew she was close. He pulled out and detached his mouth from her clit, causing her to whimper at the loss of contact. He emerged from under the covers and lovingly shushed her, with a tacit promise that the emptiness won't be for long. His mouth and chin glistened, full of her. He looked drunk on what her womanhood had produced and he was the proud recipient of such nectar.

He made her lay flat on her stomach and without giving her a break, eased himself into her.  He shivered for a second at her warmth. The feeling of being so delightfully stretched made her raise her hips off the bed to meet him halfway. She wanted more friction, she wanted to feel full.