chapter thirty two (part four)

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mature scenes and language warning :))




"that's actually a pretty good idea cause if you do something like that again, I'm gonna smack you in the nose." I can't laugh at that cause he's dead serious.

Jamie is upstairs, taking a nap. His body has been recovering, getting fuller and healthier. He's happier too, though still shy. me...well kook and I decided that he can't start school cause he missed most of the year. So we signed him up music and sports classes so he would spend time with kids his age and have something to do while he has a private tutor who comes to teach him every two days.

He seems to be uncomfortable and shy all the time and kook told he thinks he's a burden to me in every sense of the word, specially money-wise.

I try to convince him it's not like that but he's so insecure about money being spent on him I decided to just give it time.

Kook suggested we should maybe have him talk to a therapist since he's in a sensitive age too. so he's starting his sessions in a week...like us.

He comes on my lap, straddling me. I get startled at first but relax when his orangey scent surrounds my senses. He smells like a different fruit everyday. Adorable.

He starts kissing my neck and I raise an eyebrow, liking the feeling of his lips on me. "what are you doing?"

He comes up, grinning. "trying to have make up sex."

We tried having sex two times. The first time was a disaster cause I was as soft as a snake toy and he had to give me a handjob for long torturous minutes to make me hard. The second time was a little better cause he sucked me before we did it and he knows what he's doing with that mouth.

I push him aside, standing up. "let's go to the bedroom. Don't want to scar him for life."

His eyes are shining, his pout replaced by a smirk as he follows me. as soons as I close the door, I push down harshly on his shoulder, forcing him to kneel down. he yelps, losing balance but doesn't protest, looking up at me expectantly as he licks his lips. I know this little shit is kinky as hell.

I open my pants, taking my soft dick out though it's starting to harden...is that a good sign? "get to work then." He pouts but comes forward, stroking me fast. He's beautiful and all but I don't feel that extreme attraction with him yet.

He really gets to work, deepthroating me immediately and I'm worried for his throat and if he'll be able to use his vocal chords after tonight.

I take his hair, pushing forward and he swallows around me, making my dick some to life. I enjoy my time with him. after I get hard, we're almost normal.

When I enjoy making him cry enough, I fuck him nice and hard. He likes to be sore and limp. Kinky shit...though I like to see him limp myself but he doesn't need to know that. he likes to be held down by his wrists, maybe on his stomach as I'm lying on top of him and he can't escape me.

I don't know how he could dominate and top someone else; the only explanation is that jimin is 100 percent made of bottom material.

He has a nice soft ass too...don't get me started on his thighs. He's perfection and I'm wondering why he would wanna waste his time with me.

He likes to come twice, overstimulated a bit at times if he's in the mood. Likes me to put a plug in him after we're done. We're lucky he's not like jimin or we'd have a problem with that.

He's an exhibitionist as well. Makes me fuck his mouth in my office while my assistant might hear us or walk in on us any second; he deepthroated me one time when my assisstant was telling me my daily schedule, unaware fo what's going on down there. 

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