||LISA||

I stretched my arms, yearning for the warmth of my love, only to awaken to see the absence of my man, Taehyung, beside the bed.

He never left me alone in bed. We always sleep together, as it has been two weeks.

As I blinked away from sleep, the emptiness of the room engulfed me. Glancing at the clock, its hands pointed to 6 in the morning, a reminder of the solitary start to the day.

My mind raced back to the passionate lovemaking of the night before, a blush creeping across my cheeks at the memory. With hesitant steps, I rose from the bed, each movement accompanied by a flurry of emotions.

Approaching the vanity, I reached for the diamond necklace Taehyung had bestowed upon me. Though it was an extravagant gift, I couldn't refuse him, knowing his dominant nature and his unwavering love for me.

As my fingers traced the intricate design, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions, a testament to the intensity of our relationship.

I resolved to surrender to Taehyung's love, even if it meant stepping beyond the bounds of my innocence.

With determination fueling my actions, I retrieved the necklace box from the vanity, each step a testament to my devotion.

Making my way to the closet, I carefully placed the box in the chest of drawers, a tangible symbol of my commitment.

Amidst the array of clothes Taehyung had lavished, I selected garments that mirrored his desires—a mix of alluring yet elegant attire alongside comfortable pieces.

Choosing a long shirt and thong, I made my way to the bathroom, in anticipation of our next encounter electrifying the air.

With deliberate movements, I hung the garments, each fabric whispering of the passion to come.

As the water cascaded from the showerhead, I immersed myself in its warmth, allowing it to cleanse both body and soul.

With particular care, I brushed my teeth, and every stroke was a reminder of the meticulous attention I bestowed upon myself for him.

Emerging from the shower, I dried myself off, the fabric caressing my skin like a lover's touch. With trembling hands, I donned the chosen attire, each garment a declaration of my willingness to surrender to Taehyung's desires.

After emerging from the bathroom, I strode purposefully into the bedroom, a wave of determination coursing through me. With practiced efficiency, I cleared the room, preparing for the day ahead.

Stepping out into the mansion, I noticed the absence of the usual staff, a reminder of Taehyung's thoughtful gesture. As I ventured further, my heart quickened at the thought of finding him.

Entering the gym room, I caught sight of Taehyung from behind, his figure exuding strength and confidence. A nervous gulp escaped my lips as I admired his timeless allure; despite his age of forty, he remained the epitome of perfection.

With each step closer, I felt a surge of anticipation, my emotions swirling with desire and admiration for the man before me.

As I approached him, I greeted Taehyung with a soft, "Good morning." He turned, his eyes meeting mine, and replied, "Morning, Lisa. But why are you up, doll? Go back to sleep." Pausing his treadmill, he strode towards me.

Without hesitation, I reached out to kiss him, pulling him closer in an embrace fueled by passion.

Breaking away from the kiss, Taehyung observed, "A sudden change, doll. What's happened? It's the first time you've kissed me first. You're becoming bolder."

A smile danced upon my lips as I gazed into his eyes, whispering, "For you, Taehyung. For our love. You'll witness a new Lisa, one who loves you fiercely and is unafraid to show it."

In response, he tenderly cupped my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Okay, now go and sleep, alright?" he murmured.

Meeting his gaze, I shook my head gently. "I'm not sleepy. Why did you wake up so early, Taehyung?" I inquired, curiosity lacing my voice.

With a sigh, he admitted, "I couldn't sleep, so I woke up, doll." His words carried a weight of vulnerability, revealing a glimpse of the man beneath the confident exterior.

I turned to him, my voice infused with warmth and longing. "Let's have breakfast, Taehyung since we're both awake," I suggested, eager for any opportunity to be near him.

His agreement came with a nod, and together we made our way to the kitchen, a sanctuary where our bond could flourish amidst the comforting smells of morning.

As Taehyung expertly brewed coffee, I immersed myself in the task of preparing a spread fit for royalty—juices freshly squeezed, pancakes sizzling on the griddle, cheese eggs melting in the pan, bread crisping in the toaster, and biscuits baked to perfection.

In the shared space of the kitchen, our movements synchronized effortlessly, each action a silent declaration of our devotion to each other.

As we worked side by side, the air crackled with unspoken energy, our gazes lingering a moment longer than necessary, conveying emotions too complex for words.

With a tender touch, Taehyung assisted me in setting the table, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the whirlwind of sensations that enveloped us.

As we settled down at the table, I gazed at him with affection, a desire to nurture and care for him bubbling within me. "Let me feed you, Taehyung," I offered, longing to show him the depth of my devotion.

He met my gaze, his expression soft yet hesitant. "It's okay, Lisa. You should eat, doll," he replied, his concern evident in his eyes.

Leaning in, I planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, my voice tender as I pleaded, "Please, let me take care of you, just as you take care of me. I understand the loneliness you've endured, and I want to do everything I can for you, even if it means changing myself for our love."

His hand reached up to cup my face, his touch sending waves of warmth cascading through me. "Lisa, you have a pure soul," he murmured, his voice laced with sincerity.

At that moment, his demeanor shifted, his features hardening with emotion. I wrapped my arms around him, seeking solace in his embrace as I whispered,

"You're the only one who loves me like this. Despite our differences—my lack of wealth, our twenty-year age gap—our love remains uniquely beautiful."

In the quiet intimacy of our embrace, I felt a sense of completeness, knowing that with Taehyung by my side, I was whole.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I continued, my voice barely above a whisper yet filled with raw emotion.

"I never imagined I could find someone who understands me so deeply, who sees past the surface and loves me for who I am," I confessed, my heart laid bare before him.

Taehyung's arms tightened around me, his touch a comforting reassurance of his unwavering affection. "You are everything to me, Lisa," he murmured, his words a balm to my soul.

At that moment, amidst the quiet reverence of our shared vulnerability, I knew that our love was a force to be reckoned with—a beacon of hope in a world filled with uncertainty.

With tender determination, I gently urged Taehyung to allow me to feed him, each morsel a gesture of my affection and devotion.

As he relented, I carefully lifted a forkful of food to his lips, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

With each bite, I lavished him with care and tenderness, my touch lingering as I brushed his lips with the food.

Between each feeding, I peppered his face with soft kisses, each one a silent promise of my unwavering love.

His eyes softened with each gesture, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of our connection. As we shared this intimate meal, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us in a cocoon of love and understanding.

In those fleeting moments, I poured my heart into every action, cherishing the opportunity to care for him in the simplest yet most profound of ways.

Between each tender feeding and soft kiss, our conversation continued, punctuated by moments of shared laughter and heartfelt confessions.

"I hope you know how much you mean to me, Taehyung," I murmured, my voice laced with sincerity.

His gaze met mine, filled with a depth of emotion that words could not fully express. "You are my everything, Lisa. I am grateful for every moment we share," he replied, his voice husky with emotion.

As soon as we finished breakfast, Taehyung rose from his seat, collecting our plates with a determined yet gentle demeanor. "Now, go to bed and rest. I'll come and wash them, okay?" he insisted, his voice carrying a hint of authority.

I hesitated, taken aback by his caring gesture. A multibillionaire CEO, willing to do everything for me—it was almost surreal. "I can do that, Taehyung," I protested softly, a mix of surprise and gratitude swirling within me.

But he was resolute, his tone firm as he asserted, "No, Lisa. I'll take care of it. Don't worry. Just go and rest. Today, I'll cook for you, Lisa."

With a nod, I acquiesced, watching as he disappeared into the kitchen with the plates. Yet, instead of following his instructions, I remained rooted to the spot, overcome with the urge to express my love for him.

I walked to the kitchen. As I observed him washing the dishes, his broad back glistening with sweat and clad only in sweatpants, a surge of pride and affection swelled within me.

He was more than just a handsome man—he was my partner, my confidant, my everything. And in that moment, I knew that I was ready to show him just how bold my love for him truly was.

With a newfound resolve, I approached Taehyung from behind, my heart pounding with anticipation. "Taehyung," I called out softly, my voice tinged with a mix of desire and determination.

Turning to face me, he raised an eyebrow inquisitively, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Yes, Lisa? Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice warm with affection.

Stepping closer, I reached out to caress his cheek, my touch feather-light yet charged with emotion. "I just wanted to say... thank you," I began, my words trailing off as I struggled to articulate the depth of my feelings.

Taehyung's gaze softened, his hand coming to rest on mine as he murmured, "For what, Lisa?"

"For everything," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "For your love, your care, your understanding. For being the most incredible man I've ever known."

A tender smile spread across his lips, his eyes reflecting the love and adoration that filled his heart. "You don't need to thank me, Lisa. Everything I do, I do because I want you," he confessed, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

With determination coursing through me, I took Taehyung's hand in mine, my gaze unwavering as I whispered, "I am yours." Leading him to our bedroom, I guided him to the edge of the bed, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Kneeling before him, I met his gaze, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features as he questioned my intentions. "What are you up to, Doll?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Meeting his gaze with boldness, I declared, "Let me please you. Let me love you. Let me take the lead, to show you and make you happy."

His response was hesitant, a mixture of surprise and acceptance. "Whoa, Lisa, but that's fine," he murmured, his voice trailing off as I ignored his protest and boldly pulled down his sweatpants.

As his eyes flew open in surprise, I wasted no time, taking him into my mouth with eagerness. The taste of him was intoxicating—a blend of saltiness and smoothness that sent a thrill through me.

"Hmm... he's soft and hard at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty," I thought to myself, relishing in the moment as he groaned in pleasure, his eyes closing in ecstasy.

Driven by a newfound confidence, I continued my ministrations, delighting in the sounds of his pleasure.

With each movement, I reveled in the power of my desire, determined to pleasure him in ways he had never experienced before.

As I continue to pleasure him, I notice his eyes, blazing with intensity, locked on me with a fervent desire.

Oh, my taehyung Look what you made me do, which I never expected. I love it.

His teeth are clenched, his muscles flexing beneath my touch as I push him deeper into my mouth, my hands gripping his thighs for support.

Feeling his legs tense beneath my touch, I gasp as he reaches up and grabs my pigtails, his movements growing more urgent. "Oh, doll, that feels good," he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure.

Determined to satisfy him completely, I sucked harder, flicking my tongue across the head of his impressive erection.

With a deft maneuver, I wrap my teeth behind my lips, clamping my mouth around him. His sharp intake of breath is music to my ears as he groans in ecstasy.

"How far can you go?" he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper.

With a playful grin, I push myself to the limit, taking him deeper into my mouth until I can feel him at the back of my throat, then bringing him back to the front again.

My tongue swirls around the end, savoring the taste of him like a delicious treat.

At that moment, with him in my mouth and his hands in my hair, I feel an overwhelming sense of closeness and intimacy.

He's not just a lover; he's my very own Taehyung Kim flavor popsicle, and I intend to enjoy every moment of him.

With each passing moment, I suck harder and harder, a relentless pursuit of pleasure that drives him to the brink of ecstasy.

I push him deeper into my mouth, swirling my tongue round and round, savoring every inch of him.

Hmm... I never knew that giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, but watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing ignites a fire within me.

My inner lover is doing the merengue with some salsa moves, reveling in the power and intensity of the moment.

His tip glistens in the low lighting of the room, a tantalizing sight that sets my senses ablaze. I lick my lips in anticipation, eager to taste him and feel him pulsing against my tongue.

The sound of his quiet groans only adds to the thrill, reminding me of the control I have over his pleasure.

At this moment, with him at my mercy, I feel a sense of empowerment, unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

And as I continue to pleasure him, I know that there's nowhere else I'd rather be than here, lost in the intoxicating dance of desire with the man I love.

Stroking him firmly, I watched as beads of liquid formed at his slit, a clear indication of his arousal. With open-mouthed kisses, I sucked gently, eager to taste any liquid that had escaped.

Grinning mischievously as he popped out of my mouth, I trailed my tongue down to his hairless ballsack, taking them into my mouth and sucking on them with fervor.

As I grabbed hold of his thighs, my nose nudged the base of his shaft, teasing him with the promise of more.

But then, with a sudden realization, I pulled away, letting his balls drop from my mouth. I could have continued to lick and suck Taehyung until he came, but he had other ideas.

"Lisa, I'm going to come in your mouth." His breathy tone was a warning, his eyes wide, wary, and filled with salacious need—a need for me, for my mouth.

Feeling a rush of excitement coursing through me, I met his gaze with equal desire, my own need mirrored in his eyes. "I want you to," I replied, my voice filled with a hunger that matched his own.

As he flexed his hips again, pushing himself deeper into my mouth, I knew that at that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to taste him, to feel him pulsing against my tongue as he surrendered to the pleasure I was giving him. Oh, my.

His hands grip my hair with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine, but I refuse to waver. With determination, I push even harder, and in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth against him. It's enough to tip him over the edge.

He cries out, his body stilling as warm, salty liquid fills my mouth. With a gulp, I swallow quickly, a momentary hesitation clouding my thoughts.

But as I glance at him, his expression twisted with pleasure and surrender, I push aside any doubts. He's come undone because of me, and in that moment, nothing else matters.

I sit back, a triumphant, gloating smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I watch him catch his breath. Opening his eyes, he glares at me with a mixture of admiration and desire.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs, his hand patting me gently before raising me to him.

Meeting his gaze, I feel a surge of boldness wash over me. "Let me strip for you," I whisper, my voice husky with desire.

With deliberate movements, I begin to remove my shirt and thong, revealing my nakedness to him with a sense of anticipation and excitement.

As the fabric falls away, leaving me exposed and vulnerable before him, I can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of sharing this intimate moment with the man I love.

With a sultry invitation, Taehyung gestures for me to sit atop his chest, his voice dripping with erotic promise.

Eager to indulge in the passionate delight he has in mind, I eagerly comply, anticipation coursing through my veins.

As I settle into position, my knees bent on either side of his head and my bottom resting on his chest, I can't help but feel a surge of coyness wash over me.

My secret opening is exposed and vulnerable, mere inches from his lustful mouth, and I find myself gnawing at my lip in anticipation.

His nod of affirmation is steady and unwavering, a silent command that I dare not defy. With his eyes locked on mine, his intent clear and unaffected by my modesty, I feel a thrill run through me.

His hands grip my backside firmly, holding me in place with a sense of dominance that both excites and intimidates me.

In this position, I realized just how easily he could control my movements, manipulating my pelvic motions to his liking.

And as I feel his breath fluttering against me, my heart races with a heady mix of desire and anticipation, knowing that I am completely at his mercy.

With my head bowed forward, strands of loose hair cascade over my shoulders, concealing my breasts except for the hardened tips of my nipples peeking through.

His gaze lingers on them briefly before he presses me into his mouth.

"Aahh," I moan, overcome with relief and pleasure at his touch. I brace myself on rigid arms, hands flat on the bed just above his head, as he takes full advantage of the proximity of my breasts.

His hot mouth envelops a bud, sucking hard, eliciting shudders of ecstasy and mewls of pleasure from deep within me.

As I attempt to right myself, eager to sit up again, he bites down gently before releasing me. The sensation sends my back arching and my pelvis thrusting forward, surrendering to his waiting tongue.

His tongue, velvety and insatiable, lavishes long, wet strokes upon me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I lost myself in the sensation; my focus narrowed fiercely on the overwhelming pleasure emanating from that one tiny spot.

When his tongue slips inside me, my body tenses momentarily at the unexpected intrusion before eagerly relaxing into it, slicking in response.

Each movement, each touch, sends me spiraling further into ecstasy, completely consumed by the pleasure he bestows upon me.

He usually likes to watch me react to his sermons, but now his eyes are closed, and rapture is what I read on his face.

It's such a turn-on, that I can barely watch through my heavy lids for fear of spontaneous combustion.

The shallow penetration of his smooth tongue is doubly erotic because I can watch his face contorted with pleasure while he's devouring me.

He breaks the contact and gently blows on my sensitive, heated flesh, cooling but not calming. I whimper, violent desire slamming into me.

"Touch yourself, doll, touch your breasts. I want to see you." If I wasn't so close to him, I wouldn't have heard him; his voice is raw and strained.

This is so intimate, so hot, so very Taehyung, and I want nothing more than to please him. I reach for my breasts and cup them.

I kneel and squeeze and hear his appreciative groan. It spurs me on, and I run my hands all over my chest and breasts, pushing them together before I start on my nipples.

He spears me with his tongue, but his eyes are on me, following every swipe and swirl of my hands. I push myself onto his strong tongue. His eyes crinkly

at the corners, indicating a smile at my eagerness. When he flexes his tongue, I pinch my nipples hard and gasp. I can feel the orgasm building, my body awash with sexy sensation.

I paused for a moment, feeling a surge of desire coursing through me, before gently guiding Taehyung to lie back on the bed.

As I climbed on top of him, my hair cascading over his face, he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of me.

His hands found my hips, gripping them firmly as he whispered huskily, "Come over my mouth, Doll."

Confusion briefly clouded my thoughts, but then understanding dawned, and I complied, shifting my pelvis over his waiting mouth.

With a deft touch, he began to lick and suck my womanhood, his tongue setting my senses ablaze with pleasure.

I felt myself consumed by the heat of our love, lost in the intensity of the moment. His love was changing me, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed.

As he eventually pulled away, leaving me panting and flushed with desire, I met his gaze with a mixture of awe and adoration.

Seeing him licking his lips, a satisfied smirk playing on his face, I couldn't help but smile. "What are you, huh... Such a good girl," he murmured, his words sending a thrill of pleasure coursing through me.

With a surge of affection, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close as I whispered, "And you're such a good man, Taehyung."

At that moment, as we lay entwined in each other's arms, I knew that our love was a force to be reckoned with—fierce, passionate, and unbreakable.

I climbed onto him, meeting his gaze with a mixture of desire and affection. "You want to make love, Lisa?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

With a nod, I whispered, "I want to love you."

He studied me for a moment before speaking again, his tone tinged with bewilderment. "I don't know what I'll do with you. It feels like it's all my first time," he confessed, his words carrying a weight of vulnerability.

Blushing, I reached out to touch his cheek, my voice gentle yet determined. "Maybe it's because you were in a broken relationship before, but with me, it's like falling in love for the first time, Taehyung," I explained, my heart laid bare before him.

"Maybe I'm not your first love, but I promise to be your last and forever. In your heart, I will reside, making it my home. I will adorn your love like jewels on myself. I swear by you; I will embed you in my body and soul in such a way, making your fragrance my own."

At that moment, as I made my vow to him, I knew that our love was a rare and precious gift, one that would endure any obstacle and stand the test of time.

And as he pulled me close, enveloping me in his embrace, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that we were destined to be together, forever intertwined in each other's hearts.

I slowly guide his manhood into my femininity, savoring the sensation as we become one. As soon as I steady myself, he holds me close, his voice filled with both admiration and confusion.

"You are so good, Lisa, but why are you doing this?" he asks, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

Moaning softly, I reply, "Because you like to see me like this, Taehyung. And because I love you." With that, we begin to move together, our bodies finding a rhythm that ignites a fire within us both.

We are mirrors and echoes of one another in so many ways.

Yet in truth, we are soul mates—an innate connection—the strongest bond there can be. He is the only one who can reach inside of me with such ease, stoking my passions and extinguishing storms.

Just by knowing him, I become my true self, gaining the strength and confidence I need to let my true colors shine through so brightly.

Our movements slow only momentarily as I lean forward to kiss Taehyung passionately, allowing him to explore my nipples with his tongue.

As I sit back, his hands remain on my breasts, fondling them with a tenderness that sets my heart ablaze.

I watch in awe as his muscles tense and his breathing becomes erratic, signaling the approach of ecstasy. And then, with a rush of sensation, the floodgates open, and we are consumed by the intensity of our love.

As he grows harder inside me, our connection deepens, each thrust bringing us closer to the brink of ecstasy.

In this moment of passion and intimacy, there are no words, only the raw emotion that binds us together as one.

His hands move to my ass, grabbing it tight and moving me up and down every thick inch of his incredible shaft.

I can feel my slickness dripping down his shaft; the wet sounds of us coming together filling the room obscenely.

"Touch yourself, sweetness," he growls. He takes one of my hands and brings it to where we meet.

"Play with that little Pussy for me while I feel it stretch around my big shaft."

I gasp, my fingers rolling over my clitoral area as he drives in deep. I moan, feeling him stretch me so wide and feeling him fill me so deeply. I'm moving

faster, and with more determination as he growls and runs his hands over, I'm rolling my hips and feeling like a real woman.

Like his woman.

I start to bounce up and down, rubbing my little clit, tossing my head back, and just letting go as I lose myself in him.

"Let go," he purrs, cupping my tight ass in his big hands, his eyes burning fiercely into mine. "I want to feel that sweet little pussy drench my balls. I want to watch you shatter and explode all over my big shaft as I fill this sweet young cunt with every drop of my cum."

Taehyung pulls me down onto him, his shaft pushing so deep and grinding inside of me, and it's the last thing I can take.

I cry out, my entire body exploding as I crash into the orgasm, perched on his thick shaft. I tumble forward, burying myself in his muscled chest as the climax tears through and he roars, hands gripping me tight as his hips slam against mine.

I cry out as I feel him swell up even bigger, before suddenly, I can feel the sticky, hot heat of him exploding deep inside of me.

He looks at me with concern, his voice filled with urgency. "Lisa, I can't risk making you pregnant. I think I'm going to cum, doll. Take it in your mouth or body. Tell me," he urges, his need evident in his tone.

Meeting his gaze, I reply without hesitation, "I want to feel you, Taehyung." His eyes soften with understanding as he considers his options.

"I have contraceptives here with me. I'm going to cum, okay?" He reassures me, his words calming my nerves as he prepares to release his pent-up desire.

As his spurting seed fills my body, I welcome it eagerly, feeling a surge of pleasure wash over me as my orgasm approaches.

My womanhood clenches and shudders around his twitching erection, amplifying the intensity of our shared ecstasy.

In the aftermath of his climax, I feel a powerful wave of pleasure wash over me, my entire being consumed by the sensations coursing through me.

He moans one last time as my Pussy spasms around his still-hard shaft deep inside me, our bodies intimately connected in the throes of passion.

As the moment passes, a sense of contentment settles over us, and I slide my leg over to touch his, our bodies entwined in a tender embrace.

Taehyung's hand rests lightly on my back, a silent gesture of love and reassurance that we are in this together, bound by the depths of our shared desire.

As he looks at me with concern, his voice is filled with tenderness. "You need rest, okay, doll?" I nod in agreement, feeling the weariness settling in.

With gentle care, he slowly withdraws his manhood and then guides me to lie down. Moving to his side drawer, he quickly retrieves a packet of contraceptive pills, ensuring our safety even in the heat of the moment.

Beside the table, a jug of water catches his eye, and he pours a glass, handing it to me with a soft smile. "Have it, Lisa, and then sleep," he murmurs, his love evident in every gesture.

I take the pills and drink the water, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Handing the glass back to him, I whisper, "Sleep with me."

He nods in agreement, his arms wrapping around me as he cuddles me close, pressing soft kisses against my forehead.

In his embrace, I feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over me, knowing that I am safe and loved. And as sleep begins to claim me, I drift off into dreams, grateful for the love and care of the man beside me.

In that simple moment, my lover wrapped his arms around me, and I let my head rest upon his chest. All my thoughts stopped as if my heart had taken over my head every time we were close.

Next, he would squeeze as if he needed to check I was there with him, really there and real... and I was, body and soul.

I doubt anyone else ever felt the way I do about his arms, though I pity those women who had cheated on him if they did love this much and lost, because cheating isn't easy to endure, and Taehyung had left many broken relationships, but I will always love him and be loyal to him.