Senseless [JK x Reader] ✔️

Chapter 13

Before I can react, I feel his hot caramel breath near me. I swear I can almost distinguish his bleak figure even if everything is black. I assume his head dips down because the next moment I feel his lips softly brush against my own. My eyes widen at that moment and I don't know how to react. My breath hitches and I stay completely frozen by the sudden contact. I almost flinch back when he starts moving his lips but he holds my face with his free hand while his other one still holds my hands steadily. His nose brushes against my bare cheek before he pokes my cheekbone with it. This movement makes me want to speak but before I can do that, he starts pecking my face.

With delicate kisses, he leads himself toward my neck making it his mission to find my sweet spot. Once he sucks a spot some centimeters down my ear, I can't help but moan because God does he knows how to suck and kiss. It's almost unreal how perfect he is and every woman being kissed by him is so lucky. 

Another gasp is heard by me when he sucks at the same spot harder this time. I can't even react at this point, standing there in pure shock unable to contain myself any longer. I start feeling a knock on my stomach making me realize that my panties are shockingly wet and he hasn't even adequately kissed me yet.

As if he heard my thoughts. he stops his movements and every soft touch and he presses his full lips on mine more firmly and starts moving them harder, eagerly, and like I'm his next prey ready to be devoured by his dangerous lips. I instantly whimper when I feel him licking my bottom lip.

He takes my moment of surprise to his advantage and he invites himself inside my mouth, tongue lightly touching mine making me crave more. At this point, I've lost where or how I got here. It's like the moment our lips touch, we are automatically teleported into a whole new universe where only he and I exist.

After I don't even know how time has passed and after I can feel my wetness running down my thighs I feel his hand touching my tummy while his long fingers brush over my pants. Once his fingers come in contact with my hot skin I stop on my spot and my eyes widen.

My eyes are wide open and I sit straight on my bed, taking deep breaths one after the other to calm my shaken-up state. All of this was just a dream. Mr. Jeon kissing me was a dream. Omg, I can't believe I dreamed about him. And especially like that. He is my boss. My freaking boss. And I just had a wet dream about him.

I brush my fingers on my hair to get them off of my head. I'm about to take my blanket off since I'm boiling inside and I feel the familiar dampness between my legs. There is no way I became wet for dreaming about-

Omg. I don't even recognize myself at this point. I can't even remember the last time I was turned on, especially like that. Being blind and living without my vision was my only thought every day for the past years. I didn't care to date or find a partner. What I cared about was how my life would be from then on. 

A boyfriend was the least of my worries. 

That's why it seems so surreal for me to have a wet dream all of a sudden. And on top of that with my boss. Out of all people I know, it had to be him. My boss who I know for a maximum of two weeks.

On my behalf, It's completely inappropriate and unprofessional. I don't even want to think about how I'll be able to bring myself to work knowing I have to witness him and not think about this dream. 

The rest of the night or more like morning passed by with me going to the bathroom and cleaning myself, going back to bed, and trying to concentrate on falling asleep once again something unattainable when all these dirty thoughts were inside my head. A tornado of intimate thoughts that wouldn't seem to go away. 

Before I even realize it, it was already seven in the morning and since I couldn't rest anymore, I got up, did my morning routine, and made a very strong ice Americano keep me awake for the whole day.

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She moans out my name, a little more and she'll be screaming. Feeling a sudden wave of pleasure rush to me, I push her legs further apart and bite her lips. 

Her hips buck as my fingers make wonders on the ball of nerves. 

My movements are fast and hard while I pound her on my king-size bed, making a small sound every time I slam her sweaty body.

"Keep moaning my name," I tell her. Voice raspy and deep showing who has control over her. That's one of the things I love about sex and women. Maybe the only thing I love about women. How obedient can be when they are about to have a good fuck.

 How far they would go for me and my dick. How much they'll expose themself only for me to bury myself deep inside of them.

I watch her start giving up and this is pissing me off. We hadn't even started yet and she came almost the second she had me inside. Pathetic.

"I'm not done yet so make sure not to come." I groan but keep my thrusts fast and steady. "I can't...I can't." She moans out. "Then fucking hold it!" I try to move as fast as possible because I know this slut won't hold it much longer. I'm not even that hard and yet she is about to have her third orgasm in thirty minutes. 

I slow down a little feeling my orgasm close and I feel her expecting me to stop but I don't. I ride out the storm, making sure to shudder a calm breath before I start thrusting faster and deeper than before. 

Just like I predicted, she came, and right after I managed to come as well. God blessed me to finish at least. I get out of her and go to my bathroom, opening the trash and getting rid of the used condom. The moment I get back she has already passed out like every other chick that I brought home past nights. Without sparing her a second glare I enter my balcony, the only place in my enormous penthouse where I spend my time relaxing.

The chilly night embraces my body like every other night but It still doesn't affect me at all. This cold isn't enough to sober me up from the vodka or the nightmare I've been living.