Supermodel Kim Taehyung has been your best friend for two years, but one weekend changed everything... forever.
"If I had to pinpoint it, I'd say that's when I fell in love with her... just watching her sleep so peacefully in my arms.
At that mome...
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His free hand was all over you on the short car ride to his place, rubbing up your thighs and under your short dress, making you moan and squirm with need until the car came to a stop and he got out.
"Nice place," you said when the car door was opened for you, tugging your dress back down as you got out.
"I know.... my wife likes it a lot, too" he said smugly as he paused at the front door to unlock it before looking back at you. You landed a loud, open-handed smack to his face.
"You fucking pig. You didn't tell me your were married!"
His lips parted slightly as he pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, raking his fingers through his hair, the corners of his lips twitching slightly upward before he licked his lips and leaned in so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"It wouldn't have mattered," he shrugged. "We would still be standing right here, right now with you silently begging me to kiss you... and touch you... and fuck you... all night long.
"You're such an arrogant bastard. Go fuck yourself."
You pushed him away from you, attempting to walk away. He grinned, seemingly satisfied with himself before he grabbed you and pulled you close to him again turning both of you so your back was against the door, turning the knob with his other hand.
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"I'm gonna have so much fun taming that fiery little attitude of yours," he spoke softly in your ear before shoving you inside, closing the door quickly and roughly pushing you up against it, his lips and tongue dominating your mouth as he ripped your clothes off piece by piece, leaving you clothed only in your thigh high boots.
You returned the favor, gripping his shirt and ripping it open before hearing the sound of buttons hitting the hard word floor.
"Damn, you're so fucking sexy. I can't wait to see how good you feel inside," he breathed against your lips, using one of his large hands to pin both of yours above your head, eliciting a quiet groan from you at the gesture as well as his words.
His voice was smooth, rich, and decadent, like it had been dipped in chocolate or something that could add inches to your waistline with just one bite. Hearing him speak was enough to send you over the edge without him even touching you, but with his lips now latched on to one of your nipples while he pinched, tugged, and elongated the other between his long, skilled fingers, you could feel the moisture forming between your thighs.
