Chapter 121: The torn dress
Maddie
Kurt had made sure that I was nervous the whole evening. It was as if we were magnets — while I wanted to get them close to me and seduce them, they had fallen for it without much effort. I knew Dominic was very into the meeting, but Kurt, well, Kurt was just being himself.
"What a fucking gorgeous ass! Did you know I'm your biggest fan? And those shoes, mate... they make your legs, look longer and accentuate... all those perfect curves," he said, running his hands up and down my legs. I clung to the wall as best I could, feeling my knees go weak from what this man was doing to me.
"Kurt, the meeting... Dominic..." I murmured nervously as he kissed my calves and his fingers caressed my thighs. Now and then his hands would reach my ass: squeezing, stroking, gripping firmly and even giving me a few playful smacks that made me even wetter than I already was.
"Shhh, relax, mate. The others are busy, and Dominic told me to take care of you," he whispers casually.
"Take care of me?" I asked, confused.
"Oh, yeah... you’re so seductive. You’re like a bomb about to go off, my beautiful Luna, so sexy... I’m torn whether I should undress you or leave you in those stunning clothes. A garter belt, my mate? Are you trying to kill me?" he growled as he stroked my underwear. I had dressed up to seduce them tonight, but this was getting out of hand. Kurt tugged at my underwear, pulling the garter belt down with his teeth, and my poor dress... I could hear the fabric tearing more and more. This would definitely be its first tima I use it, and the last time.
Kurt lifted the dress effortlessly, and I realized it was much more torn than I thought, leaving me completely at his mercy.
We weren't even in a closed room - anyone could walk by and find him kneeling between my legs, wild-eyed and lustful, and me... legs spread, ass exposed in a thong, cleavage spilling out, one breast almost fully exposed, disheveled, flushed, and moaning like a wanton woman. Kurt didn't even give me time to be nervous before he treated me as if I were his instrument.
He turned me around and in one swift motion ripped off my poor underwear. I was in shock. He gave me a mischievous look, smelling the lace in his hand before pocketing it - something he liked to do - before continuing his plan. But when he lifted my leg onto his shoulder, I almost lost my balance. It felt like electricity was running through me.
"Kurt... what are you doing?"
"Wait, mate, just like that... open for me," he said, spreading my thighs. I felt his mouth and tongue on that sweet, sweet spot.
Oh my God! The sensation was so incredible that I thought I'd come right away. He continued to torment me, driving me even closer to the edge. I wanted so much to undress him, but my hands could only hold him as the feel of his tongue devoured me.
I ran my fingers through his hair and looked down to see his eyes shining. He knew exactly how to push me to the limit, and he did it so effortlessly it was almost embarrassing. I groaned, trying to muffle my cries. My mate played with me, opening my pussy, parting my lips, running his fingers along my inner thighs, opening me like a flower.
His tongue traced every inch of me, making me delirious. As he began to slide his fingers inside, I saw him smile. He looked at me with hunger and madness and I felt something deep in my stomach, longing with anticipation. We were who knows where, me half naked and him with his hands (and mouth) where they shouldn't be. The event went on in the distance, while we could only think of... this.
"Kurt...the other people..." I said between moans, although I didn't really want him to stop. His fingers reached a spot inside me that made me tremble. The combination of his tongue and lips was deadly.
I rocked my hips slightly to create more friction, shaking with pleasure, one shoe falling off as my legs trembled, my hands pulling at his hair, making him even more disheveled, and my breasts now completely spilling out of my dress. I was a vulgar mess being fucked in a corner.
"I admit I brought you here to kiss and touch you, mate. But now that I have you, I can't hold back any longer. My only goal is to hear you scream my name as often as possible. Hell... if the others can hear, even better! I want there to be no doubt that we are together.
"Kurt, for God's sake," I gasp. He look up at me and suck on the spot that was driving me crazy, and I come screaming his name as he held me. He continues to kiss my thighs, running his tongue all over me, and his hands settled on my ass. If anyone walked in now, they'd see everything - me, exposed like a girl caught in the act, and this gorgeous blond man devouring me like a savage.
His hands slid down my breasts, over my navel, and continue to caress me down my dress. It seems as if there was no limit, as if we would never be completely satisfied, always wanting more.
"Don't think this is it, mate... I know you want to seduce us, and fuck.. you succeed. We'll keep going," he whispered in my ear. "It seems that your beautiful dress is quite ruined," he added, noticing that the opening had become much larger, revealing far too much. Oh, my God. I tried to fix it, but part of my thigh, even part of my pussy, was visible, and he bit his lip. I knew his mind was full of mischievous thoughts, and I wanted to know all of them.
"I guess I'll just have to be careful not to show too much when I sit down... especially since my mate ruined my underwear," I add. He looks at me, please, with that wicked smile, like someone who had done something wrong but was enjoying every second of it.
"I'm not sure if I should be worried or even more turned on that you're not wearing anything now," he said, looking at my exposed leg. He moved closer and pressed me against the wall.
"You look so stunning it feels like a dream," he says, adjusting the last few details - my hair, my necklace, and inevitably running his fingers over my cleavage, caressing my breasts with his large hands. I feared, or perhaps desired, that he wanted more, to take me right here, with his throbbing erection pressing against me, and I wanted to touch him, too.
Maybe if I seduced him more, I could have him right here. I longed to feel him close again; it had been so long since I last had him, and I craved him... but for heaven's sake, Maddie! Are you even listening to yourself? I scold myself as I start to think about how to fix my dress, when Kurt's hand touched my bare pussy again, still wet from everything he had done to me and I groan... when we heard a noise behind us.
"Kurt?" a voice asked, freezing me in place, all thoughts gone.
"Logan?" Kurt said, surprised.
What the fuck? Did the old brother watch this show?
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