บท 114: Asking for more(NSFW)

"What do you want more?" He arched a brow at me.

"Please, more." I whimpered in need.

The way I was begging him, embarrassed me, but I was far gone in pleasure, to be concerned.

"You want more?" He smirked, "tell me you are mine, and I will do what you want."

"What?" I narrow my eyes at him as I tried to sit up. "Do you think—"

He sealed my protest off, with a kiss. He removed his hand from my trousers and cupped my face with his hand as he deepened the kiss.

His tongue tangled with mine, as he took me on a journey I'd never been on, before.

It was like a festival of heavy breathing and saliva exchange.

He broke up from the kiss and placed his forehead on mine, as he tried to regain his breath.

His eyes have gone completely black, and he was heaving without control.

"Jyp," he heaved.

I glance down at the outline of his trouser, and I was glad that I wasn't the only one affected by this.