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Chapter 38 • Pt. 4, 2

Lisa nodded. "So much, baby, you don't have idea how much I'm leaking for you"

"Ffffuck," he sighed through his teeth and clenched them, because his sensitive cock was getting closer to just come in her hand. "Faster please"

"You're so wet too, is it for me?" she whispered on his ear, biting and kissing his lobe.

"Yesss..."

"Mmmmm, just for me?"

"Yes, fuck," he choked with his own drool and bucked his hips up, loving her wet hand around him, so warm, so firm, so perfect for his dick. "I'm close, please, Lisa, please," he begged again pitifully, knowing she could edge him again.

And she fucking did.

"No, please!"

"It's okay," she whispered, comforting his whimpering with kisses on his cheek, being kind enough to stop touching him at all because her hands on him were burning, sending shocks of electricity like crazy. He was so sensitive and hot.

He stopped complaining after a few seconds, especially when she kissed him. It was innocent, it was almost pure, it was full of love and she petted his hair too.

But she pulled apart too soon and he wanted to complain again.

"I'm still so wet for you, Kook," she told him, with heavy full of lust eyes over him because she knew what to do to pleasure herself and show him how wet she was. "And it's good," she said and moved away from him to take off her panties and throw them away.

Jungkook waited patiently, not sure about what was going to happen next but excited about it because she was completely naked now...

Lisa went back to straddle him and oh fuck, she killed him, he arched and moaned when she sat on him with his dick settled perfectly between her very wet folds.

"Oh my God..."

Lisa used her fingers to spread her slick on his dick, and moaned softly when it was just perfect and ready for her. "God, you're so big"

"Please..." he mumbled, just a little bit more of friction, just like she was, it was perfect. Her weight was perfect to settle him between her wet cunt and his own hard stomach. He could feel everything again, he was close yet so far away and so happy to be there.

If this was what he deserved, he was okay with taking it. Just feeling her like this was enough if it was all she was going to give.

Lisa started to grind on him and arched her neck, pulling her head back while moaning. Jungkook forced himself to keep his eyes open just to look at the piece of art she was, moving her hips on him to get her own pleasure, running her hands through her body the way he would do, moving them up to her breasts to play with them.

Lisa was enjoying the friction way too much, he was so hard it was perfect, the tip perfectly hitting her clit when she was coming forward, and oh, he was so thick it fit perfectly. She was bad for using her own hands to pretend they were his when he was right there, but she was loving to see his hungry look, the desperation for her, the need to touch her yet the control to not do it. He was literally sweating, red because of her. And she was so full of sensations, the cold chain against her skin while her long hands were squeezing her nipples, his dick between her legs, the visuals...

Jungkook moaned sinfully, pushing his hips to help her and just managed to give more pleasure to himself, forcing him to close his eyes and grit his teeth hardly. He frowned because of the strength he was making to not come and it was so hard. He was loving this too much.

It took a little over a minute for her to come on him again, noisily, bringing him back to the edge with her hips, her body and her eyes. It was fucking addicting to watch his hard cock get lost in those wet lips, front to back, it was addicting to watch the drops fall from the tip and it was addicting to feel himself climb back to the top to be simply stopped by her and her evil side, but he didn't give a shit when he saw her tremble for him and then touch herself with fingers in front of him to come stronger, hips twitching and thighs trembling while her mouth was open, releasing the sweetest moans mixed with soft giggles while she was squirming, having to lean on a hand to not fall apart.