The last sentence she almost shouted and my cheeks turned crimson. I glared at her, wanting to kill her with my stare, but before my killer look could even faze her, Jungkook picked me up in one swift move and threw me over his shoulder.
A squeal escaped me and then he fucking slapped me on my ass. In front of all of our guests.
Chuckles. Giggles. And I just about died of mortification. “Put me down, you brute,” I kicked and screeched.
Another slap. “What the fuck, Jungkook? That hurt.”
“It’s supposed to.” I sensed his control was reigned in tightly. “Next time I find another man’s hands on you, I’ll have them removed.” Then he smacked my ass again, and added, “Permanently.”
“Slightly overboard,” I muttered.
“Are you and Mom going on a honeymoon now?” Nevio’s voice was near and I lifted my head, but I couldn’t see him. Jungkook’s broad back blocked the view.
“Soon, buddy,” Jungkook answered. “That puts you in charge of our guests. Can I count on you?”
“Yes. Yes. Of course, yes.” I didn’t have to see Nevio’s face to know he was smiling. I could hear it in his voice.
“Thank you, Nevio. Now Mom and I are going to pack.” I snorted, the sound escaping me before I realized. A light smack on my ass. In front of my son! I let out an undignified gasp. “We might be back before we leave. If we have time.”
Since I was hanging upside down, over his back, I reached down and pinched his ass. Hard. He didn’t even flinch. And Jesus, his ass was all muscle. Kind of nice.
Slap. Ugh.
We strode through his big house and down the unfamiliar hallway, then down through a large door. The door firmly shut behind us and my body slid down his, leaving me face-to-face with him.
He whirled me around then pressed his hard body against my back. Even in this position, I could feel his muscles against my spine. But it wasn’t that which set me on fire. It was his hard erection pushing against the small of my back, massive and ready for me. My breathing labored, coming out fast and choppy with my heated cheek pressed against the wall.
He tangled up his fingers in my hair, grabbing a handful and pushing it to the side, baring my neck to him. His other hand wrapped around my nape, holding me in a steel-like hold before I felt his mouth on my sensitive skin.
It was just a brush of his lips against my skin and yet, my entire body shuddered from that small touch, and my moan vibrated against the walls. His teeth grazed my earlobe and he bit down. Jungkook’s cologne strong, musky and potent. All male.
His grip was firm, holding me hostage and something about being at his full mercy felt right. Safe.
He licked my earlobe, nibbling and tracing it with his tongue.
“I’m going to fuck you without a condom,” he whispered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Then afterwards, I’m going to keep your panties and we’re going to go back to our guests. I want to watch you talk to them, knowing my cum is dripping down your thighs.”
Jesus, why did that make me hot? It shouldn’t. If anyone else had said those words to me, I’d fight them and run.
Yet, with him, I wanted to hear more.
His grip on my wrists tightened. “Understood, Reina?”
My eyes grew half-lidded from the pressure of his body against mine. From his deep, raspy voice and his hot breath against my ear. This man was addictive. He felt right.
I ground my butt against him and a groan vibrated through his chest straight to my core.
“Understood,” I breathed.
One word. It was all it took to set the world on fire. His hand wrapped around my throat, his thumb grazing my pulse and then pushing down on it. I should be terrified of this but I wasn’t. Not with Jungkook.
And like an addict, I pressed my neck harder into his grip.
“All I can think about is fucking you.” His voice was raspy, his chokehold slightly tighter. “Your scent. Your laugh.”
“Ditto.” He stilled, as if I surprised him. What was happening to me? The devil was tempting me with his words and his hands, and like a sinner I fell under his spell. “Please, will you fuck me? I can’t wait-”
The words drifted away as his teeth nipped at my neck.
This lust for him was flowing through my veins. Each breath enhanced this desire and there was no going back. He lapped his tongue over the shell of my ear and then bit. Hard.
God, this was heaven and hell. Too much and not enough. Maybe I should warn him that I had never gone all the way.
“I’ll tell you when I fuck you,” he growled. “Not the other way around.”
I rolled my eyes, though my insides were lit up with languid heat. “So bossy,” I complained, my voice too throaty and needy.
“Open your legs.”
Like a pleasure starved woman, I eagerly obeyed his command. As long as he touched my pussy, I’d do anything. Within limits, I lied to myself.
While one hand held my nape, his other reached under my dress and my head fell back to rest on his shoulder the moment he cupped my needy, hot core. I wished my panties were gone.
“Fuck” he groaned. “You’re ready for me.”
One swift move and the sound of tearing filled the room.
I got my wish, my panties were gone. It should have terrified me. It didn’t.
I had never felt more alive than when this man touched me. My nerves pulsed with excitement at hearing the arousal in his voice and feeling his hand on my bare pussy.
I ground my ass against his hard erection. “And you’re ready for me,” I moaned.
He slid his fingers against my wet folds, spreading the wetness and making me more sensitive all over. I had lost my mind and I blamed this man for it. All his sharp edges, his suave and charismatic nature made a wanton woman out of me. It was thrilling and I wanted more of him. The moment his finger thrust deep inside me, I lifted on my tiptoes, stifling a whimper.
“Always aiming for the last word,” he rasped, driving his finger even deeper. “Maybe you need to choke on my cock so I can teach you a lesson.”
Another moan. Every cell of me was on fire.
Any kind of comeback evaporated into thin air as he thrust an additional finger into me, his hold on my nape tightening further. The sensation overwhelmed me as he slid his fingers in and out of me, hard and deep.
“No more words,” he said hoarsely as he drove his fingers into me. Coiled pleasure built higher and higher with each savage thrust until all I could feel was the imminent orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted. I rolled my hips, meeting each thrust of his fingers. His mouth burned my neck, his teeth grazed my skin, marking me until my entire body was on fire. The pressure built and built until sparks exploded and waves slammed into me, making me see stars behind my eyelids.
Jungkook’s fingers continued driving into me, prolonging my orgasm. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, shattering me into pieces only to put me back together.
“Open those beautiful eyes, Reina,” he demanded in a dark voice. He gripped me by the nape, then swung me around to face him.
My eyes, half-lidded and hazy, met his and something soft and dark lurked in his gaze. I basked in a languid sensation that pulled on my muscles and couldn’t resist pressing my lips to his. His grip on my nape tightened and he kissed me hard and deep.
Resting my hands on his chest, his heart thundered hard and strong. Breaking our kiss, I trailed my lips over his stubble and down his neck.
I skimmed my mouth over his neck, tasting his skin. I dropped down to my knees and heat flared in his eyes. I stared up at him and the deep hunger in his eyes matched the one I felt in the pit of my stomach.
Anticipation danced down my spine along with uncertainty. I wasn’t as experienced as I let on and I didn’t want to disappoint him. As ridiculous as that sounded. I worked his belt open and the metal clang of it sent my pulse into overdrive. The moment his pants were undone, I wrapped my hand around his hard length. He was smooth and warm, hard and thick. My mouth watered, my need urging me to taste him.
Leaning forward, I licked him from base to tip and his groan filled the air. He grabbed a fistful of my hair as if he worried I’d stop. I licked him again, keeping my eyes on his face. Another groan escaped him and it sent a hum of satisfaction through me. My thighs clenched together and the aching pulse between my legs intensified.
I ran my tongue around the head of his cock before sucking it into my mouth. His head fell back with a grunted, “Fuck.”
I sucked him again, deeper and gliding up and down. His pre-cum tasted salty and musky. I loved it, inhaling it deep into my lungs
His hand on my hair shifted to the side and he moved my head, controlling the rhythm. Up and down, deeper and harder. My eyes fluttered closed, and I moaned around his shaft. He was thrusting in, hard and untamed. And I let him use my mouth for his own pleasure.
“Look at me,” he ordered roughly and my gaze flicked up, eager to please him.
He pushed himself deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I took more of him inside, hollowing my cheeks. Using his hold on my hair, he pushed his cock deeper and I relaxed my throat to allow him to deep-throat me. His grunts spurred me on, making me eager to make him lose control. His lids dropped and his rhythm slowed but I kept sucking him eagerly. I basked in the sounds of his pleasure, those low grunts and deep groans. It enhanced my own excitement and turned me on.
His breaths came out heavy and he watched me with a half-lidded heavy gaze. I eagerly bobbed my head and with a groan, he pulled me away from him.
I blinked in confusion, then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “What’s the matter?”
“Our first time, I’m gonna spill in your pussy, not your pretty, smart mouth, Reina.”
I flushed, his words setting me aflame and I bit my lip to stop a moan from escaping me.
“Clothes. Off. Now.”
I scrambled to my feet, then slipped my dress off. His big hands skimmed over my skin, the touch possessive.
Nobody could say that Jungkook Jeon didn’t go after what he wanted. The way his gaze traveled over me made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
His palm skimmed over my neck, down my chest and lingered over my breast. He grabbed a nipple in his fingers, squeezed it and then twisted it. Then his mouth latched onto my breast and a flame shot through my bloodstream.
The way he touched me was hungry and urgent, rough and consuming, feeding my own fire.
Both of my hands came up and buried in his hair as he sucked and nipped every inch of my neck.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered and I scrambled to obey as he discarded his own clothes. I couldn’t help but keep my eyes glued to him, hungry to see every inch of him. And I wasn’t disappointed.
Good God, every single inch of this man was gorgeous. Perfect. I thought I’d combust just from watching him. He hadn’t even fucked me yet and I was already falling at his feet.
A thought pierced through my lust-fused brain.
I should tell him. Yes, so far panic hadn’t set in, but usually it was the actual act that made me go into a panic attack.
“Jungkook,” I rasped, shudders rolling down my spine. “I- I have to tell you something.”
His rock-hard cock pulsed, straining for me but he instantly stilled.
“Did I hurt you?”