Brats Get Punished
“Then would you like to sleep with me?”
“What?”
“C’mon, you know what I'm talking about.” She spoke.
“I don't know, you tell me.”
Without a word, she grabbed his tie tighter and brought him so close that there was barely an inch between them. Her lips found his chin, tracing her way down until she got to his neck. There, she suckled and kissed desperately with such fervor. Breaking free, she locked eyes with him, her voice laced with desire.
“Since we're going to get married, why don't we consummate?”
Xavier groaned. He weaved his hands through his hair as he glared at the woman before him. Her dress teasingly rolled up, exposing her white smooth thighs that begged for his touch. To him, she was a fucking siren, one that could turn the world upside down, bring even the mightiest empires down with just a single kiss.
His Nephew was a goddamn fool for letting someone like her go. Well, Jimmy was a mere boy and women should be left for men and the woman before him, staring at him with those siren eyes of hers, was his. Solely his.
“You’re fucking drunk, Elaine.” He pried his neck from her lustful ministrations. “Get off me. I have to drive.”
“Do you have to?” She purred.
“Don’t be a brat. Brats get punished.”
With her lips between her teeth, she ran her hands on his chest through his shirt, her hands fiddling with buttons. “Why don't you punish me then.”
“You don't know what you're getting into, doll. You're playing with fire.”
“And I'm determined to get burned.”
At that, his hands clutched her hair tightly and his lips fell on hers, his lips moving over hers in a ferocious kiss. Immediately, Elaine caught up with him, their mouths fighting for dominance.
He angled her head to the side, a perfect angle to get deeper into her beer taste mouth that seemed to intoxicate him.
Her hands pulled his buttons one after the other until he the last button and his broad chest was bare to her.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her, gripping her hair tighter, holding her in place when she tried to kiss him again.
“You’ll behave and sit upright.” His voice was hoarse and commanding.
She gazed at him desperately. “Please touch me.”
“Fuck, say that again.”
“Please, touch me, Xavier.”
He gritted his teeth, clenching the steering wheel tightly, his bone almost cracking from trying to control
himself. All he wanted was to bring her closer to him that there was barely an inch between them and kiss her until her lips became swollen and red. Fucking sexy.
“If we're going to do this, you have to be sober.”
He gently pushed her to the side of the car and helped her into her seatbelt before retreating to his side and starting the car, the car accelerating like a bullet.
Barely five minutes into the ride, Elaine grew restless again, her hands deftly releasing the seatbelt, moving her upper body to his side once more.
This time without a word, her lips descended on his neck, sucking and biting harshly, her dress fully crept upward off her thighs to her waist, her black panties in full display. It was a good thing she was wearing no less than what she wore given her usual casual dress style at home.
“Goddamn it, Ela. You're going to make us crash.”
“You grip the wheel tighter.”
And that was what he did. He gripped the wheel, fearing that it might come off from the intensity of his hold. Just then, her hand slowly made its way down his abdomen, tracing his pelvic bone before palming his erection.
“See? You're hard.”
“You’re not going to escape from this, Doll. There's no backing out.”
He meant his words as the moment his car stopped right in front of his mansion, he quickly jumped out of it, rounding the car and opening her side of the car.
Elaine got out, her hands wrapped around his neck and her lips descended on his again.
He clutched her thighs and carried her, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly. He strode to the door, nodding at the servant who opened it at the sight of him. Their kissing intensified even as he climbed up the stairs to the next floor where the master’s bedroom was located.
With a push, the door banged open. He strode into the magnificent bedroom with her in his arms. Finally getting to the king-sized bed, he threw her body lightly on the bed. She rose from the bed, her movement a graceful dance as their bodies separated.
“Be fucking patient, Doll.”
He threw his shirt off him in urgency and returned to her side. Strong, warm hand fell on her thigh, sliding up and around until it brushed the wetness soaking her underwear. Her body immediately jerked forward.
“Pl…please,” Elaine pleaded in a half gasp, half whimper.
“Here I was thinking that I’ll never hear you plead. Your pussy is fucking soaked.” His deep mocking murmur traveled down her spine and dropped between her legs. If it were some other time, she would have been embarrassed, perhaps if she was sober. But she wasn’t, and her body was in heat. She felt hot all over.
Her clit throbbed desperately as he pushed her soaked panties to the side and rubbed a tongue over her clit. Throwing her dress off her, his mouth closed around her nipples, biting, sucking and licking. His fingers on her clit rubbed harder causing her to cry out, her body aching off the bed, her hips jerking toward him. He pushed a finger deep inside her, groaning at the feel of her hot insides.
Her moans grew louder.
He worked his finger inside her, stretching her insides and when he pressed the most sensitive spot inside her, she trashed, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. It was too much, too much that she lost the meaning of time. It was going to be a long night.
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