Chapter 76
KATE
"If you don't change that regretful look on your face, I won't touch you," he says, sitting on the couch. I take off my jacket and throw it on the floor.
"I want..."
"What?"
"I want you to touch me in every possible way. But, you know, I... I've been with someone else," I say. He closes his eyes, squeezing them as if feeling physical pain.
"Yes, and I hate that. Why? Why did you do that?"
"I wanted to," he breathes deeply, pressing his fingers against his forehead with a look of anger. "But I guess a part of me believed it would help me forget you. And if it makes you feel better... I thought of you, even unintentionally." I move closer, wrapping my arms around his neck and straddling him. "Don't you mind?"
"Yes, I do care... but I've been with women who have done much worse than sleeping with two guys in a week."
"I guess I didn't need to hear that."
"I used to be much worse than I am now, beautiful."
"That's how you called me when you first talked to me."
"Back then, I didn't know what I was getting myself into."
"Admit that I'm a wonderful person compared to you."
"You're wonderful in many ways. For example... right here." He squeezes my butt, then stands up, lifting me with him. His lips claim mine, driving me crazy within seconds. He takes me to the bed and positions himself over me, supporting his weight on his arms.
"What do you want?"
"You."
"I'm yours, but what do you want me to do?"
"Well... we can start by taking off your clothes." I bite my lip, and he smiles along with me.
"Of course." He stands up, biting his lip as he removes his shirt. The sight makes me smile mischievously. God! So hot. And he's mine. Only mine. I'm dying to touch him, to kiss every inch of him. The desire intensifies between my legs. He grabs the waistband of his jeans and swiftly slides them down with his underwear, revealing his erection and making my mouth water. "So, what about you?" It's so perfect. So hot and shamelessly tempting. He sets my skin on fire, burning with desire.
"I think... you have to take mine off," I say. He nods, and with a quick movement, he's back on top of me. He gazes into my eyes while his hands find the zipper of my jeans and skillfully remove them. I tease him by biting my lip. His eyes grow darker with each passing second. He crawls on the bed and kisses my belly, making a trail until he reaches the fabric of my panties. Then he stops, and his eyes meet mine, filled with lust. His warm breath makes me gulp and tingles down there. He trails his nose along my entire length. I feel my panties getting wet as his mouth takes me, making me despise the fabric between my clit and his lips.
I feel the urge to grab his hair and make him devour me eagerly, but instead, I tightly grip the bedsheet and arch my back slightly, trying not to lose control. He pauses, causing me to raise my head in curiosity. He moves up on the bed, and I feel his head burying into my neck, his lips sucking on my skin. The sensation of his cock rubbing against me drives me wild, igniting a burning desire within me. I attempt to push his body to position myself on top, but it's futile. He's heavy. He's huge.
"Please," I plead, but he pays no attention. His hand slides beneath my blouse and bra, his fingers tugging at my nipple. I grow impatient. Somehow, I manage to rip off my blouse with the bra still on. He gazes at me. "Have you decided to stop fulfilling my desires?" I ask, my voice sounding hoarse.
"I know what you want. But my way is better."
"It's torture."
"Shhh. Relax." His hands reach mine, and he pins them above my head. I feel his tongue gliding between my breasts, lingering on each one, focusing on my nipples, eliciting soft moans from me. He continues, adding gentle bites. Oh, my God.
He abandons one of my hands and slides his beneath the fabric of my panties. His eyes are locked with mine as he sucks on my nipple. That gaze could drive anyone crazy. He presses against my clit. Oh, God! I watch the tip of his tongue swirling around my nipple while his eyes remain fixed on my face. Fuck. I'm going to come just like this. He gives a cruel nip as he stops moving his tongue, causing me to moan softly. His fingers remain there as his mouth torments me. I close my eyes, feeling his finger slide into my pussy. He kisses me before thrusting two fingers inside me. He moves them quickly. I try to breathe.
"How many times can you come for me? Huh? I want to test your limits," he whispers, increasing the speed of his fingers penetrating me. I try to stop him, just for a second, using my free hand. My stomach trembles, as do my legs, but he doesn't stop. Holding my wrist, he brings my hand back up, holding them together, gripping with only one of his hands. I give up, moaning. "Are you close?" he asks, as I nod, swallowing my saliva, feeling his fingers slowing down. He releases my hands, and I open my eyes to see him withdraw his fingers from me and put them in his mouth. God... "Perfect." Why did he stop? Lowering his head, he kisses the inside of my thigh, making his way to my groin. It's torture.
"You're going to kill me," I moan. He pushes the fabric of my panties to the side, and his tongue glides between my lips, slowly, between my folds. The most obscene scene I've ever witnessed. That, I would describe it as such. His gaze fixed on my face makes it even more depraved. My conscious self is in complete bliss. I squeeze my eyes shut as his tongue moves upward to find my clit. *I won't be able to handle this. It's too much.*
I stretch my arms, grabbing his hair, wanting to take control. But it's futile. Why do I still try? He doesn't pause for a single second. My legs tremble. Please. He continues, and I feel like I'm going to lose myself, that I'm going to black out any moment. When he sucks, I lose control, moaning desperately. Desperation consumes me. I might be screaming or losing consciousness. The heat of his mouth sucking me, the wetness, everything drives me crazy, making me forget to breathe. Sweat and... fingers. Oh, God! No... Yes. Yes! Slow. Fast. Rubbing. Sucking. The spasms intensify. I feel a delicious wave spreading throughout my body, growing in intensity, pouring out right at that spot. I dissolve into moans.
Seconds later, my heartbeat and breathing are almost back to normal. I look for him in the room. He's drinking something. What a marvelous ass. I missed it. I smile.
"I caught you staring," he says, turning with a smile. I shrug. I don't have an excuse. "Are you okay?" he asks, and I nod. "Just that? A simple 'I'm great' wouldn't inflate my ego. But it's okay. I saw enough. You don't need to say anything else."
"What did you see?" he smiles, approaching and placing me on my stomach.
"You know what I used to imagine every time you left my office? All the things I could do with that marvelous ass of yours."
"I always hated turning my back to you to... Fuck..." He interrupts me, positioning himself at my entrance and penetrating me slowly. I bite my lip, feeling him kiss my shoulder.
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