#gonna drive on my own from one side of hong kong to the other tomorrow morning wish me luck i hope i don't crash and die lol ))

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Woman On Top (Chapter 3)

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Chapter 3

You returned to the party downstairs. The benefit of being the non-celebrity in a celebrity “relationship” was that you got to remain innocuous, and you could sneak back while the rest of the room stared at people like Jungkook. To your surprise, however, someone did notice you… Kevin – the “what’s-his-face” visual effects guy you had been teasing Jungkook about. You had actually met Kevin a few years ago – back when he was still married. You had contracted his firm to do some work, but you didn’t run into him often since his home base was in Hong Kong. Now, divorced and in town on business, you had run into each other at this party and it seemed he had been taking a liking to you. As you descended the staircase, he smiled casually up at you as he waited with two drinks in his hands.

He was handsome. Round face, beautiful smile which contrasted against his thick black framed glasses that matched his black suit, and a clean brown, complexation that popped against the starch white of his dress shirt underneath. He was kind, considerate and intelligent. You smiled back at him brightly.

Beyond him though, you could also see someone else who noticed you – and noticed Kevin noticing you… Jungkook. He and “that girl” were surrounded by another litter of beautiful young superstars who were chatting enthusiastically - probably discussing which hot club they should hit up after they could blow this dull party. He looked you up and down with a knowing glint in his eyes… knowing that only a few minutes ago his dick was deep in your gut and that the man standing hopeful at the bottom of the stairs had no clue.

His gaze made your nether regions tingle. One thing about Jungkook is that he never tried to hide his jealousy or possessiveness over you. Strings or not, when you were to be his at the end of the night, he made sure you knew it.

“Mr. Li invited the CEOs to have a drink in his den,” Kevin said once you made it to him.

“Really?” you looked up at him both surprised and elated. Mr. Li was the billionaire homeowner, and this opportunity was a once in a lifetime. Thank the fates that Jungkook didn’t want a handy and you came back when you did.

“Yeah, we should go. How do I look?” Whereas your nervousness and excitement were deeply felt but hidden, Kevin wore his on is sleeve. “I wanted to wait for you, I didn’t think I could go in there by myself,” he laughed softly.

Kevin looked fine, but in an attempt to calm his nerves, you handed him back your champagne flute and reached up to straighten his tie. At least you could give him the illusion that his image had improved. Although you couldn’t see him, you could feel the heat of Jungkook’s eyes burning into the back of your head. You smirked.

When Kevin was all straightened out and you had both taken a big gulp of your champagne, he placed his hand to your back and led you across the room. As you passed by Jungkook, you were sure to look at him then back up to Kevin. You did it on purpose. You knew it would drive Jungkook crazy that you were parading another man around in front of him. You liked when he was jealous, and you were pretty sure he liked to be jealous – both of you knew he’d make you pay for it. He’d fuck you until dawn and he’d fuck you hard. He’d be sure you’d be sore the next morning. He’d be sure for days you wouldn’t be able to even think about having sex – but each time you moved, you would be reminded that he had been there. And he did…

“Baby, don’t stop,” you whined as Jungkook drilled into you.

“You like that?” he goaded.

“Ye…ah… yesss.” There was no need to keep your voice down now back in the privacy of your own bedroom.

“You feel that? That’s my dick inside you,” he graveled. “That’s my dick that’s fucking you right now.”

“It feels so fucking good.” He loved when you praised him, and you loved his dirty mouth. It was a contrast to when you first got together. Jungkook wasn’t much for talking. You still giggled at the memory of when you asked him – mid-coitus - to call you a “slut.” He did, but he lacked so much conviction you couldn’t help but snort - it was just so adorable. Jungkook, the actor that he was, knew he didn’t sell the line. Embarrassed, he bowed his head into your shoulder and the two of you burst into a fit of laughter for nearly ten minutes. Today, however, conviction was not something he lacked.

“You think he’d fuck you as good as I do?” You didn’t understand what he meant for a moment. You almost forgot the reason why Jungkook was pounding you so relentlessly. Kevin.

“N…noo… no one fucks me as good as you do.” You had no barometer to know whether or not what you were saying was true, but you were confident chances were, it was.

With one powerful snap of his hips, he buried himself as deep inside you as he could, and his pelvis pressed hard against your clit.

“Nguhhh,” you cried out - that one would have been heard at the party for sure. Your back arched off the mattress and your head bent towards the headboard. Your hands pushed against Jungkook’s shoulders, as if the sensation was too much and your body was trying to push it away. But Jungkook’s firm grip on you wouldn’t even give you an inch.

“That’s right,” he whispered. “No one fucks you like I do.” He snapped his hips hard again and watched you writhe beneath him once more. “Don’t you forget it.” He scooped his arm under your waist and pulled you onto his lap. Another benefit of sex with Jungkook is he had the power to toss you around with ease until he had you right where he wanted you. He resumed his pace, fucking up and into you with a speed that had you gasping for air and a strength that had you feeling him in your throat. Your body bounced and lurched uncontrollably over him; you would have collapsed already had he not been holding you securely against him.

“Ff… f-fu… fuck!” you whimpered as you felt the coil begin to tighten in your belly. You were going to come. Jungkook’s face turned into a wicked grin when he realised how close you were.

“You gonna come, baby?” He knew you couldn’t answer but he wanted to taunt you anyway. The best you could muster was an audible breath.

Jungkook reached for a pillow and tossed it beside him. He then swung you around and laid you over it, so your hips were tilted to the ceiling. He pulled out of you and sat back on his haunches, reached down with one hand and squeezed the base of his cock. In control of your senses again, you smiled roguishly back up at him as you adjusted your hips over the pillow. You couldn’t tell moments ago because his unyielding pace had you going nearly blind, but he had been close to coming too and needed a break if he was going to be sure you came on his dick.

“Are you gonna be able to make it?” you teased him with a sweet but patronizing tone. Jungkook’s mouth curved into a smirk.

“We’ll see,” he replied as he repositioned himself between your legs. He dragged his tip along your folds a few times, pretending as if he was going to enter you once more. You looked down to your junction and watched as he did. He then slapped his tip against your clit, and your body quaked. “Are you gonna be able to make it?” his voice was arrogant, condescending and fucking hot.

“Jungkook, please,” you moaned as he dragged his dick down your core to your entrance once more and you clenched around nothing. You wanted to come so badly, and you wanted to come when he had you sufficiently filled up.

“You wanna come, why don’t you go call your friend, hmmm?” his tone had darkened. He really was jealous tonight.

“I don’t want him, I want you,” you whined.

“You only want me because I’m here. Why should I let you come if you don’t appreciate me?” he circled your clit with his tip, and you let out another moan.

“N-no…” you cried between breaths. “I only want you.”

Satisfied, Jungkook pressed his tip to your entrance then sunk back into you. He didn’t need to do it so slowly, but he liked to watch your face contort whenever he filled you up. When he bottomed out, he grabbed a hold of your thighs and resumed pumping into you.

The pillow maneuver was probably Jungkook’s favourite trick that you ever taught him. He loved how much deeper he could reach inside of you, and how he had the leverage to fuck you hard. He also loved how he could achieve both of these things still when he wanted to be closer to you; when he wanted to feel your breasts tickle his chest and your hands threading themselves through his hair.

Jungkook rolled his hips hard and you felt your orgasm begin to build again.

“I’m so close,” you told him, and he quickened the paced for the home stretch. You felt the hot, tingle in your groin build, then build, then build with each thrust until you snapped and came all over him. Your walls clamped hard around his cock and your muscles pulled tight, then released as you screamed before pulling tight again.

“Fuck!” Jungkook whined, an onlooker would have thought he was in pain, but you knew his agony was from how hard you were squeezing him.

He continued to thrust into you, riding you through your release and by the time you were finished he had begun to come as well. He let out a deep, guttural sound before you felt his hot come paint your walls.

When it was over, Jungkook collapsed beside you onto the mattress. You rolled onto your side to look at him and ran your fingers through his long, curly locks of dark hair as he recuperated.

“Do you have anything to do tomorrow?” he asked when he finally spoke, his eye still shut.

“I have a phone call at one o’clock, but that’s all.”

“Good,” he sighed. “I have to leave again soon for a couple of weeks. I want to see you as much as I can.”

“Aww, did you miss me while you were gone?” you teased.

“I always miss you when I’m not in your bed. I wish I could bring you with me sometimes. I’ve been so busy lately.” You smiled. He may have called you a “slut” for the last hour but at his core, Jungkook was still a romantic – even when it came to his fuck buddies.

Your eyes scanned across his face and body laying next to you. In his celebrity life, Jungkook was always decked out in the latest designer fashion – and he looked handsome. In his personal life, he preferred baggy pants and oversized t-shirts which he didn’t realize hung so sexily over his muscular back. But to you, his bedroom life was his best look. When he was naked, his eyes closed, hair mussed and sticking to his forehead. When his glistening, sculpted chest heaved, and he was completely fucked-out. That was when he looked his best.

You rolled towards him and placed a kiss on his lips. Your hand made its way across his chest, then south towards his groin.

“Let’s do it again,” you whispered against his lips.

“Woman, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Oh, come on, young man. You’re not gonna be outpaced by an old lady like me, are you?”

“You’re not that old, and I’m not that young,” he fired back with a grin.

“You don’t have to do anything this time,” you said as you swung your leg over him and settled yourself over his lap. “I want to be on top.”