HIS: Angel (Hoseok) | {Book 5} ✔️

(E.2)

My fingers graced my body, tracing the slopes of my body.

Slowly, I began the touching.

In then out.

A finger and another...

His face in my mind, contorting with pure pleasure.

Wet and slick.

His face was in my mind always, but when I closed my eyes to relieve the heat that coiled in my body at night, I saw his eyes closed, his breath touching my skin, and him on top of me. The darkness blanketed me and allowed my mind to dive fervently into the thrash of my desires.

Hoseok would be at ease when he was touching me, loving me.

Imagination ran wild, as I could only conjure images of the beautiful person that I desired. My lust ran rampant, beating and running against my head, soul and aching core.

As I saw his face, gently cursing as he enjoyed the sensations of my tight hole, my fingers edged myself harder, rubbing and pumping at the same time.

I could imagine him being sweet, taking things slowly, his length being slowly pumped in and out as he allowed me to adjust.

I could also see him ravaging me, thrashing inside my cunt, his length teaching me to adjust, to be his perfect whore—for him I would.

I wanted him as rough, and dominant like those adult films, but I wanted him as gentle and sweet as he was. I wanted him and could see him like that.

Two sides...I wanted. I wanted both.

😇

God...I wanted him to fuck me pregnant.

I couldn't help the way I ripped my lips as I watched him during the meeting. I should have been paying attention, my ears and mind on the projects that are at bay for me and my group members, but I couldn't help myself drifting toward him.

I couldn't help but rub my belly as I wanted to be bloated by him. My members thought I had cramps, but I didn't.

I wanted him to take me on the desk, make me drip on the desk, as he whispered all the dirty stuff he would do in the conference in the same voice he was talking now.

He looked so good with his forehead open, his handsome face even more exposed to me. He looked so good—tasty even.

I couldn't help but want to go under the table and reach him. Be on my knees and watch him try to keep himself from moving as I choked on him.

Never had experienced it but I wanted it badly. I could feel the rush of moisture leave my core to coat my sensitive clit. I rubbed my thighs together as the pressure built to a certain point, but it would never be pleasurable not until fingers were rolling the swollen pearl and stimulating it further.

Or I wondered how it would feel to have his fingers, like the one tapping the table, flicking inside of me. That could happen, if I was sitting next to him. My hope could trace my skin before he would dare to could deeper as the meeting went on. He could part my underwear to the side, as he dipped his perfect fingers inside it to feel how wet it was. Then maybe he would go deeper, caressing my skin further.

I wanted that...I prayed for that, but my love was too civil, too gentle, and careful.

My mind went on thinking about how wonderful it would be to have him against me, but I could wait. I had waited since I was 14. Another year or so was easy. Although I wondered until when, I was ready, I was an adult.

I was ready to give him everything.

If he wanted to fuck me in front of everyone, I would wholeheartedly do so, my legs open for them to see. They had to see didn't they? Whose cock I belonged to. And whose pussy owned Hoseok's cock.