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"Could you turn your head- right there!"

He stands behind the camera adjusting the lenses for it to focus on the model's face so it can capture her features closely and it worked professionally. He dismembers the camera from the stand and starts catching her poses in different angles.

He stopped taking pictures and gestured the model to take a quick break, he walks back to this computer glancing at the shots he took.

"Mr Kim!" His assistant called, he scoffs when her heels clank against the tile floor.

"What!" Not sparing a look on the woman, she hastily try to walk up to him. 

"You have a call from Mr Vogh, sir"

"Not right now" He dismisses, without a care in the world his eyes are fixated on the screen clicking through the photos.

"He said it's very urgent" She pressed on, extending the phone out to him.

"Well tell Mr Vogh that I'm busy, Emily" He spat with a glint of annoyance in his tone, shooting her a hard glare. She knew she couldn't put up a fight with him so she just walked away notifying the caller.

•

It was after hours way past bedtime and his staffs just packed up done for the night, Taehyung doesn't have a home to begin with so he's always the first to arrive and the last to leave. His assistant had just stopped by to let him know she'll be going home leaving him alone at work now.

He's currently in his office blasting slow jazz music while editing pictures he took earlier on his desktop. He is one of the greatest photographer in the world earning recognition from working with top talented models and brands so he stayed on the game.

Though, he is one of the best photographers anyone can rely on, he still pushed himself to a limit where it's unnecessary to do. Sometimes he still thinks some of the work he does isn't full enough.

He leans back in his chair nudging his chin while staring at a particular picture of one model he most admired the most, her features are sharped which makes his work comes out beautifully.

A firm knock echos in the room, he quirks a brow up expecting to be the only one here since everyone else left.

"V?" A squeaky soft voice called.

There's only one person who's allowed to address him by that name. He shifted his eyes to the door and a boxy smile came across his face she invited herself to come. He sprung up from his chair swallow her in his embrace.

The man is known to be cold and rude to his staffs including his assistant that gets most of it but when it comes to Veronica, he'll give her the whole world. Any room she walks in, she's the cause of that body smile everytime.

Which is why most of the staff are speculating whether or not if the two have anything going on but that wasn't the case at all, they're just work really closely since she's the only model he trusts.

She darts her eyes to her portraits scatter all over his bulletin board from the across the room until he finally lets her go with her floral scent lingering on him.

"Where's everybody?" She asked, he walks back around to sit behind his desk.

"So it's just you?"

"Yep, what brings you here tonight?" He asks, walking back around his desk.

Veronica spins her body around to face the blue haired man preparing to announce her news, he reads her anticipating expression and knew something was coming from the way she's acting.

"I have something to tell you" She declares, the man halted his track and diverted his eyes to her "So, I've gotten a call this from someone you may know and he said he wanted to work with me-"

"Who?" He quirked a brows up, cutting her off.

"Come on V, stop playing"

"I'm being serious, who?" He questions once again.

"Mr Vogh!" She confirmed with so much enthusiasm.

It's like he took a bite out of a rotten apple at how bitter that name rolled off her tongue, his gaze strained on the screen of Veronica picture.

It was clear that she was far beyond excited and prepared for this offer she had been wishing for, working with her for several years and she never went a day without saying how she'd love to work with a photographer from Paris.

He acts nasty and mean to his other staffs including his assistant that gets most of it but when it comes to Veronica, he'll give her the world. Any room she walks in, she always brings that box smile on his face everytime.

Which is why most of the staff are speculating whether or not if the two have anything going on but that wasn't the case at all, it was just first and a business casual relationship with a speck of friendliness.

He sits back down trying to contained his anger with within him, he stared off in space as he listened to Veronica rambling about how she's excited to be working in Paris.

"I leave tonight" She says, he furrows a brow.

"So soon" He said, a sudden shift in his tone.

"I know, I wanted to pay a visit to tell you this great news, it was great working alongside with you and promise to send you a lot of pictures" She beamed with her hands clasped.

"I'd love that" He masked a grin trying his best not to explode right now, she's hops on his lap to embrace for a hug one last time.

"Well I have to go, my ride is waiting on me" She says, his hands lingering on her waist as she pulling herself off him "Bye, V" She smiles, she starts to tread for the door but then she halted on her track when something came up in her mind forgetting an item.

"My sweater" She walks the opposite direction to other door that leads to his studio and just when she turns the knob.

Her eyes shot open into a view of a bloodbath sight, corpses painted in blood that were lifelessly laying on the ground with trails behind, their mouths were hanged open and their eyes were shaded in cloudy gray hue.

She recognizes some faces laid out on the ground who happens to be other models and staff workers, some were naked and a few were fully clothed but drench in blood

And just a blink of an eye, a fabric went over her mouth accidentally inhaling the chemical and soon her eyes fluttered shut, it happened so it fast everything went black as he held her body from hitting the ground.

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Veronica brows furrows along with her eyes squirmed around slightly while close but fluttered her eyes open when the flashing light interferes with her vision, her eyes scans the place to confirm she was in a photo studio till her eyes trained on a blue haired male standing behind the camera.

"V?" She mumbled, her eyes squinting to make sure it was him.

Veronica head snapped to the side as her eyes shut tightly due the camera flashing followed by a clicking noise. When she looks down, her clothes were removed only in her matching undergarments with both her wrist and legs tied against the chair she was seated on.

"You make my job so much easier" He walks up to the her revealing the results to Veronica who had a perplexed look.

This isn't him.

"What are you doing, you have to let me go" She squirmed, struggling to move.

"You're not leaving" He said flatly.

"E-Excuse me!" With a bewildered expression.

He crouch down and began caressing her cheek but Veronica dodged it by one swift move, clearly she was furious and scared all built in one as it course through her body, slightly confused because of the situation well, she has every rights to be. Everything about his behavior aroused Veronica suspicious.

"I don't know what you want from me but this is not the way to go, V!" She screamed.

"Just stay, what's there in Paris when you have all of it here... with me" He starts, pulling a chair from aside as he sat in front of her "I'm the reason you're this big and now that every fucking other photographer wants to work with you, that's bullshit and greedy" He said with contempt, confusion laced all over this girl face not hinting of where he's trying to get but she noted that he's not accepting her leaving.

"V-"

"I'm in love with you" He confessed, she was incoherent with her words with a frown on her face.

"Kim fucking Taehyung... I have a fiancé, you need stop this act right now. I don't if this some kind of prank or skit you're trying to pull hit this stupid " She snaps, the audible attitude in her tone.

"You think love is stupid?" He negotiated.

"No, you're stupid. You're my photographer for fuck sakes, this isn't healthy, V!" Warm tears welled up from the corner of her eyes before it coursed down her cheeks blurring her vision "You need to wake up and stop this! let me go!" She sobbed, throat hitched with more tears streaming down.

No words at all from him, he sat there in silence while watching the model cry out her tears. He could've seen that she was shaking uncontrollably in a sign of fear but he was too blind to see that.

In fact he's amused to see her like this, it sparked her more beautiful and captivating with her face drench in her tears.

The beaming light above the model brought her chestnut skin which caught his eyes more, her pixie haircut was messy and sticking in every direction, the way she was positioned and her slim body was even making it better.

Oh, he has to take this.

He whipped out his camera and snaps several shots on her, hitting in every angle he could get. The sudden rush of motivation coursed through his blood with the tense of satisfaction after he adds more pressed on the button, catching every bit of her face expression.

"Why need someone in Paris when you got me!" He shouts "WHEN YOU GOT ME!" He barked in rage after he swings seat away.

Veronica stops crying and winced after he tossed the camera across the place shattering into pieces, despite that product costing him money all while with a black expression. The girl remained quiet and only soft weeps were let out as she stared at the man who she doesn't recognize anymore.

"Have I not given you enough" A deep voice comprises over his tone as he walks slowly to her crouching down to match at her glistening eyes "How do you think you got here, Veronica" He said her name in vain, his gaze hasn't falter not once.

Veronica didn't know where this conversation would be going but she rather not open her mouth so she kept quiet.

He snatched her head keeping in place not having a choice to but to look him in the eye, he was so intrigued every bit of her features he was admiring her in the middle of it.

"I need you to fucking answer me" His impatience was wearing off.

"Y-You" She stammered.

"Exactly but somehow some fuck ass in Paris calls you and you're just going to toss me on the side of the street as if I didn't go out my way to get where you needed to be" He reprimanded, his voice sparked with anger but somehow released a hearty chuckle.

"I- I'm sorry" her voice trembled.

You palmed your chest when the lounge area ran wild- Harry leaping out of his chair in pure joy as he applauded and hollered, dabbing the others that were also in the lounge area, from this you assumed someone won from how lively the crowd had gotten. You remained muted then applauded quietly with a small smile, you chugged your champagne down and soon each driver who finished the race stood on the podium. Hmm, all of them were cute.

One in a fully red suit with a Ferrari logo who you guessed came in first coming in second was a caramel-skinned man with locs and a nose piercing- damn he was fine. you didn’t pay much attention to the dude in the orange suit but those two gentlemen caught your eyes.

“That’s Lewis, the friend who I came to support” Harry says pointing at the caramel skinned man, sounding so proud of his friend's victory. You smiled and drowned the remaining last champagne down as you focused on the two good-looking men, Harry led you two downstairs to where all of the drivers would be located after the race.

A few were being questioned and so and so. Harry would stop by every driver he sees congratulating them on their race then follow up on a 20-minute chit-chat talking about sports blah blah blah and there’s you who hardly knows anything about the sport, you only came because you were promised parties and yachts.

“Harry, sorry to bug you but when we-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you were cut short when a male voice called out Harry's name. You sigh annoyingly but straighten your posture when you see who it is- Lewis is the name, you approach you two with a wide smile revealing his gap.

“What a heck of a race out there, mate” Harry dabs him up.

You took the moment to fully study his features, he was slightly tall not the least to Harry. He was tattooed down from head to toe and you have to admit it was the sexiest thing ever, his locs were tied in a back ponytail. He was dressed in a baggy t-shirt with the Mercedes logo printed on it, stylish jeans, and a pair of sneakers. It was then that you realized you were gawking a bit too much once he darted his brown eyes onto you. You were about to extend your hands out to greet yourself but...

“Sorry hun, not doing autographs at the moment” Lewis says.

You lift a brow with your arms folded, and you grimace at the thought of you being desperate for a simple autograph from a man you hardly knew. He practically disregarded whatever you were going to say then returned back to your friend Harry.

“Excuse me?” You asked feeling a bit offended. You shot Harry a hard glare gesturing for him to get his boy before your mouth made a scene and you’re pretty sure Harry had seen that side of you before.

“U-Uhm Lewis, this was the friend I was telling you about who I brought along” Harry was quick to say, Lewis eyed you up and down with a speck of attitude on his face as a light chuckle escaped from his mouth. You deepened your brows even more with your arms crossed not believing what you were seeing.

“So what, you too good to have manners now” You remarked with a scoff, he furrowed his brows at the statement as he stepped closer attempting to look intimidating. He doesn’t know where you're from for him to be pulling that kind of stunt, he’d get shot up real quick.

“Says the little lady that came here with a bitchy ass attitude… Harry, you should know better to bring someone-”

“Listen here you big melon forehead, I hardly know you unless God himself or my momma is saying shit about me so I suggest you tone that shit down or-” You spat before you were getting ready to end your sentence.

“My Goodness! what’s all of the ruckus about” A deep voice spoke, all of the anger that was building in your muscles suddenly vanished when a man a lot taller than Harry and Mr Melon came into the picture with a lingering smirk on his face. He wore a white button shirt with the Mercedes logo on it, his sleeves were rolled up allowing you to get a glimpse of his arm, and can’t forget how perfectly that top hugged his biceps.

“Lewis, what are you still standing here for, go on now”

Lewis grunts storming off while penetrating a deep glare at you as he walks off, a moment of pause before the three of you all burst out a tear of laughter. He looks like a toddler who just threw a tantrum from someone telling him no. Harry did his bickering before he politely introduced me to the man- hmm, let alone how incredibly charming he is from head to toe.

“Hi, I’m Mel” You greeted with a smile.

“I’m Toto Wolff but you can just call me Toto, doll” He took your hand and slowly turned it around to lay a peck as he set a glare on you. You lightly blushed at the nickname he had already given you, he winked and smiled so widely causing you to return a smile.

"Nice meeting you, Mel. I hope to see you two at the party tonight, no?" He says, directing at Harry “I’ll be looking forward to seeing you” He smirks, walking backward as his eyes lock in with yours feeling chills coursing down your spine. He winks then proceeds to make his exit leaving the two of you alone, you sense the skeptical stare shooting your way from Harry. You shrugged it off and mouthed ‘what’ as you both took your leave.

•

You were in your hotel room getting ready for tonight, Harry knew a few people to assure us of a luxurious hotel room that included a wide balcony view of the beach side with a nice jacuzzi. The bathroom was massive with a larger mirror that was practically the size of your room back home and a slide-in door shower. You glared at yourself in the mirror admiring how well the dress hugged every crack and bone of your shape. It'll have people in a chokehold at the way you look right now.

“Mel are you-” Harry nearly choked on his words as he walked in, he took a moment to gaze at the dress. You fluffed out the curls of your hair, relishing how good your hairstylist melted down your edges… scalp where.

“I'm ready” You assured, grabbing your phone. Harry was still eyeing you, he's seen you dressed up before but he couldn't figure out when was the last you were ever dressed up big like this. Usually, you'd just throw on a simple shirt and jeans with your hair in jumbo braids be done with. College really took a poll on you. You hurriedly slipped on your lace-up heels and you looked majestic, after you were done, he led you two into the elevator.

"The chauffeur is here" He declares, tapping on his Apple watch.

You slightly widened your eyes at the fact he said you two were going to be escorted by a chauffeur. Now that's a move, you thought. Harry offered his arm and you grinned up at him when you happily interlocked yours with his. On your way out, you two were receiving episodes of glares from all around the lobby curious as to who were two were. Nonetheless, it was more of a compliment knowing the both of you looked damn good tonight. You both settled in real quick once you got in and immediately drove off and just a few minutes you arrived. You furrowed your brows and shot Harry a glare when you noticed how incredibly long the line was.

Harry lent a hand to help you out, adjusting your dress a bit before you two walked up to the bouncer. Harry had gone up to speak with the man and in just a blink of an eye, you were already in. The music was so loud, that you could feel it vibrating in your chest, and could hardly get through this hungry crowd but Harry made sure to hold your hand just so he didn't lose you. It wasn’t until you released a heavy scoff followed by an eye roll melon head came into your view dabbing up Harry. His whole expression died down as soon as he darted his eyes to you, seizing you up and down with a look of disgrace.

“I see you brought little miss fiesty” He remarks.

“Harry, control your little pest” You spat, growing agitated at the sight of him, and the longer he was in your presence the more you just want to rip those damn locs out from his scalp. Harry notices your expression and pulls you aside turning his back towards him, melon head assures Harry where he was going to be if he ever wants to find him.

“I’m really sorry about him, do you want a drink?”

“You know what, go enjoy yourself with your friends, I’ll be okay” You said to him, your eyes never leaving the mysterious man who had already dominated the eye contact with a smirk on his face from across the room.

At first, Harry was uncertain whether or not it was a good idea to leave you by yourself but you assured him that you'll be okay. He pecks your forehead and then you watched him fly upstairs to his friend with a wide smile spreading across his face. You walked over to the bar and sat on the stool, you were startled when someone breathed fan over your ears.

“My, you have such beauty on you”

You followed the direction of the voice and locked in with a pair of blue eyes. He had to bend down to level with you which indicates he was a lot taller than you. Your brain functioned a bit later when you recognized the fellow man, he was on the podium and my my my, you had to admit he was breathtaking up close. He's miraculously charming.

“Why did your boyfriend leave you alone, he should know men tend to thirst for pretty women like you”

“Boyfriend? I don’t have a boyfriend but I appreciate the compliment” You chuckled with a smile suddenly feeling hot from the intense eye contact he had on you, licking his lips in the process as he raked them up and down on your dress.

“So am I lucky enough to buy the beautiful woman a drink? ” He asks, smiling softly exposing his dimples.

You nodded and he whistled for the bartender's attention to start on his order, you scanned around the dance floor and noticed how hyped everyone seemed to be. You may have recognized a few faces of the drivers with their wags as they’re spotted in VIP lounges upstairs, a bit surprised he isn’t with him.

You hadn't realized he was already gawking at you with a smile on his face, his doe eyes peered into yours the moment you looked back at him.

“Do you have a name I can call you apart from beautiful?” He asks, earning a chuckle from you. You politely grab the drink and thank him.

“Mel, what about you, handsome?” You asked softly, taking a sip of the drink.

“Charles, so now that I got the beautiful lady a drink and her name, would she at least come dance with me?” He asks, you chugged your drink down immediately and he quirks his brows up slightly taken back from the sight of this, quite impressive while at it. He tugs your hand and leads you both to the center of the floor.

Get Low by Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz starts playing.

A bottle of adrenaline sparked in your bones the minute you heard the first few beats, you instantly start grinding your hip on him while his hands slowly travels down to cup your ass. He bit his lips at how majestic and soft your cheeks felt in his hand, he never had anything like this before. You smirked at this when he began to caress it, he then spins you around leaving your ass directly on his crotch.

You let him dominate your body all night and here you are worrying if he knew how to dance or not but it seemed to you he got a little bit of spice in him from the way he was moving. In one swift motion, you were facing him, and oh, those eyes made you melt even more. You lost track of the amount of times he rubbed on your ass but he loved every second of it.

His hand gently laced around your neck slowly leaning in to crash his lips on yours, tasting the sweet but bitter alcohol around your lips. You were driving him crazy. He parted his mouth allowing you to invite your tongue as you started dominating the kiss not knowing you woke up a beast inside of him.

No woman he's kissed before ever felt so delicate and passionate as you.

You pulled away and had to slap the senses back into your head that you two were making out in the middle of the floor. To him, he couldn't care less but the fact kissing you was enough to light the ignition inside of him said otherwise. He licks his swollen lips as he gazes down at you with droopy low eyes, the red light flashing on him giving him that luscious look- almost as if he wanted to ravage you.

"You want to hit back at my place?" You ask, showering pecks all over his neck. The small gesture made him shudder instantly. He nodded his head and you pulled his wrist through the crowd making one final stop before you. guys leave.

“Harry!” You tried to call out, Harry's ears flicked when he heard your voice and quickly came to rush over to your side. His cheeks were beet red from the amount of alcohol he consumed but it was good to know he's still sober to be aware of his surroundings. His eyes widened when noted that Charles flushed his body against yours.

"I see you met my dear friend" Harry says to Charles, the two laugh and dab each other.

"You hadn’t told me how gorgeous your friend is, Harry" Charles smiles directing his gaze at you, returning a smile back at him. Your eyes glowered around the area but paused for a while when it landed on melon head who was already looking in your way with a menacing glare.

“Careful Leclerc, this one might bite” He makes a slick comment, sipping out of his bottle.

“You sound pathetic as hell” I shot back with an eye roll. He chuckles amusingly with a smirk on his face.

“I sound pathetic… that dress looks more pathetic maybe because it’s on you” His voice spiked with frustration, might’ve hit a nerve in that spot, it was kind of funny if you really looked at it that way.

“So does that big melon head of yours” You countered.

He abruptly stood up tossing the bottle somewhere with a deep frown on his face and here you were being bold and big when you nearly forgot how tall he was but you took that back as soon as Charles stepped in between scooting you behind him, his hand never leaving your waist and you must admit, you can feel your panties dampening from how hot he looks.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you, mate” Charles warned in a deep voice you never knew sounded more attractive.

“Lewis… let’s air this outside but not in here” Harry pulled his arm back. Lewis's brows deepened as he formed a fist nearly piping a vein, you could radiate a very serious rage coming out of him from that hard glare he was shooting your way as Charles made sure he wouldn’t dare pull a stunt.

“Tell your girl to not tempt me because I tend to get reckless with my mouth, let this be a final warning, shit won't be sweet” His tone was light than before, and you felt a small breeze brush past you when he stormed off sensing an incredible rush of anger coming from him.

“I apologize for-”

“No worries, I’m quite used to his attitude anyways” He brushed it off releasing a breathless laugh with Harry. Harry averted his gaze from you, checking to see if you were alright like the overprotective brother he had always been.

“Don’t think just because you’re a driver doesn’t mean you get to harm her, I’m armed…” He harshly warned with his words being slurred. You do hope Lewis keeps on a watch for this man but he’s such a jerk and so uptight you can’t even say not one word without him mean mugging.

“Harry, you’re harassing the man already. I’ll be fine, just please ease up on the drinking and be careful” You said, removing the bottle from his hand but thankfully his other friend came to his side reassuring you he’d keep a good eye on him. You graciously thanked him with a wide smile and rushed out of the club with Charles trailing behind closely.

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Once the room card is inserted, the small pad flashes green allowing the door to fly open with him trailing behind you. He just couldn’t wait any further to crash his soft lips onto yours, he was more than ready to have you tonight. Your legs levitated from the ground wrapping themselves around him as you have no clue where he was taking the both of you.

You felt a soft cushion against your back leaving him on top, your kisses deepened passionately with the intrusion of yall tongues, and boy was your cunt throbbing already, when he moves to another spot, it sent electric shocks all over your body wanting him more.

He cups your right breast then starts sensually sucking and biting on certain parts of your neck, your eyes shut feeling every satisfaction aching in your bone. You grew anticipated when he suddenly stopped but then you realized he was hovering over you when you opened your eyes to meet his bright blue doe eyes- he was yearning for you just as much you are for him, his hair was fluff out from the tugging you did, his face flushing pink and his lips swollen and red from the sucking you've been doing.

“You are absolutely gorgeous” He whispers with the accent you adored of. You felt a little breeze fan on your nipples as you realize your breast were out.

He darts his eyes down at your exposed boobs licking his lips as he relishes in the sight of them beautifully sitting on your chest. Nothing makes your cunt cries out more than a man that truly takes his time admiring you. You push him aside to stand in front of him removing the remains of your dress, you sashay his hips towards him throwing your leg over as you sit on him.

“Putain de merde”

“You can do whatever you want with me tonight, I’m all yours” You murmured in between wet kisses.

You had no idea why he still had on clothes so you lent a hand to remove his clothes for him only leaving him in his boxers where a tent was visible. His face flushed a redder shade embarrassed that he was already hard rock solid. You grinned lightly when the little jumper sprung out of his boxers, your mouth was watery as you took the time to stare at it. It was a pretty pink color with precum decorating the tip like little balls of pearls.

“It hurts… real bad” He whimpers. A jumpstart to quake the ground down there.

Your hands can hardly wrap around his jumper which requires the use of two hands. His eyes were shut urging for you to take him in already, he was yearning for those pretty lips of yours to wrap around the throbbing jumper. You started showering it with kisses all while stroking slowly,

Playing with his jumper and watching as he got excited quirked up your adrenaline, you decided to stop playing tricks with him and took him whole in your head as you bopped your head continuously twirling your tongue in the process. His moans were music to your ears that you can hit replay all day, it’s so soft yet sweet which urges you to touch yourself as you fasten up the pace.

“M-Mel… Putain d'enfer ” He choked out, his lips parted open as his head leaned all the way back. The facial expressions is your favorite thing to watch.

He sings in your ears with his alluring moans and just as you expect he explodes in your mouth, not that it bothers you but it was so warm against your tongue. You pulled away and looked up at him with his mess all over your face as his juice dripped down on my tits.

Despite looking like a total mess, he wraps his hand around your neck and pulls you into a kiss as he leads you onto his lap where you feel his tip tempting your core. His hands wander their way in between my thigh and you melted the moment his cold fingers start caressing your clit you urged to grind your hips let alone a moan that escaped from your mouth as he paced faster.

Before you could even run away, he switched position leaving you underneath as he continued flickering your most sensitive part. you were moaning like a mess careless to whoever could’ve heard you, your arms were pinned above your head rather harshly.

You gasped and scrunched your face when he pushed another finger in, his thumb rubbing on your clit sensually. You leaned your head back feeling that sweet sensation coursing all over your vein once he found that spot.

“Look at me, mon amour”

His voice was like bittersweet milk in your ears.

“Vous avez un goût délicieux”

You knew it was a bad idea to look into his alluring eyes, he leans down inserting his tongue into your mouth. He pulls away trailing kisses down until he gets in between your thighs, tracing wet kisses along your ankle and you could’ve felt his warm breath fanning against your opening that was itching to be raw fucked.

You felt your heart skip through the bottom depths of your ass from the lingering stare he had on you combined with the pecks he planted on your ankles, he grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders where you could see a glimpse of his biceps flexing.

You arched your back when you felt his wet tongue against your folds, if you knew one thing about him, he wouldn’t miss a show to watch his effect on you. Every lick he does fires up the engine in you and he loves the sound that comes out of you, a tear sheds down your cheeks as you can't hold the pressure that's growing in your cunt. 

He restrained your legs from moving, and you couldn’t do anything but squirm underneath him as he practically made out with your desperate wet lips that were aching to be touched. Just the sight of his head moving practically making out with your pussy did it all for you as you arrived at your peak.

You rolled your eyes and pulled his hair even tighter due to the fact he was still devouring your aching cunt even though you had come to your peak which made you squirm underneath, your moans were becoming louder and louder as he dived deep into your core. Your breathing was hyperventilated with your lips parted, you could hear the sound of him slurping every droplet of your juice as you were coming to your second release.

He pulls away and you couldn't help but smile from the sight of the connected strip of your juice on his lips as well the mess all over his face from you squirting. He makes his way back up to you and then holds your face before he kisses you slowly and delicately, slightly taken back from how good you tasted off his tongue but then you interrupt the kiss with a moan.

When he suddenly enters you sparking up the flame down your spine, he started with slow strokes as he was allowing you to adjust to him. You can't lie, it did sting a bit considering the fact you hadn't done anything in a while now. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck as one hand held your waist down in place and the other one pinned both of your wrists above your head rolling his hips into yours.

"C'mon baby, you got to let me go" His voice strained.

You felt a fireball glazing over you after each thrust he made, in one blink of an eye, you were flipped over laying flat on your stomach. His voice, his intoxicating scent, his touch- all were driving you insane. He knew how to fuck you good, he loves seeing that face you make whenever he hits that sweet spot of yours, you gripped the fabric of the carpet holding on to your dear life as he relentlessly stroked your desperate pussy.

"Fuckkkk..." You cried out.

He slips out a deep groan mixing in with your moans as he loved the sight of his shaft combining with your juice, he knew you had arrived at your release but of course that didn't stop him from working you out. He grabbed a hold of your neck bringing you up until your back was flushed against his toned chest.

Two of his fingers began to rub your clit while he sensually pounded into you at an incredible pace and the other hand fondled one of your breasts, he sucked and toyed with your neck leaving your brain fucked. The lovely music of y'all skin slapping and you singing in his ears was just the sweetest thing.

He held your face making you look into his, the sight of the lustful frown on his sweaty face made you even drunker around his cock. He lingered the eye contact as he rammed vigorously inside of you, he halted in between his thrusts making sure you felt how violently he was to your G-spot.

Your toes bent and curled as your body quivered hinting you were coming to your peak, he beats your pussy rather slow and hard as you made a mess on his wet glaze shaft. You were struggling with your words and he was enjoying every last of it, amused at how weak and fragile you looked underneath him.

He trembled but he didn't pull out as you felt his warm juice released inside you, just the view of his sweaty pack and stringy hair that was sticking against his forehead was beating you up surely as for him your body covered in his release was a bonus look on you. He fixes his eyes on you acknowledging your beautiful sculpture as the moonlight peeks through the blinds shining on you, he looks at you like you're the finest jewel he laid his hands upon. Tracing curves and lines of every part of your body, you became shy from the intense gaze he had on you.

“Tu es belle ma jolie fille”