YOU NEED ME

WARNING:⚠️⚠️⚠️ This chapter contains explicit sexual content. For 18+ readers only

Carlos came out of the shower and was drying his hair with a towel when he heard a loud banging on his entrance door. He waited a while, looking towards his bedroom door. He wasn't expecting anyone, except Eros had already found out about his little adventure with his woman. Eros was the devil's son and had ways of finding out about everything. It could also be that the b*tch Dimitra had run her mouth while trying to please him, or the slave whom Eros had shot had decided to leak a secret to save her life.

The banging came harder the second time, he dumped the towel he was using to dry his hair on the dresser and went out of his room, headed down the stairs into the living room and to the door. He took a deep breath and peeped into the peephole. His racing heart slowed down a bit when he saw Dimitra standing there, looking like she had a good cry. His brows drew together in a frown. He wondered how she knew his place and what she was doing there.

He turned the doorknob and opened the door. Dimitra walked in without waiting for an invitation. He stared at her as she walked to the center of his room, her heels clicking on the hard floor. He poked his head out in the hallway to see if there was anyone else, then, closed his door, twisted the lock, and turned to face her.
She eyed the towel wrapped around his waist and that was when he realized he was only covered in that towel. He swore he saw a ghost of a smile on her face.

"How did you know..."

"Shh..." she hushed him, put her forefinger between her lips, and, walked seductively towards him.

Carlos still didn't understand what was going on, he didn't know if it was a setup or not. She wrapped her slim fingers around his clothed shaft and smiled. He felt a surge shoot through him, but he had to try and be rational this time. He held her hand and pushed it away from his already hardened manhood. he knew she had gotten him already and he was going into her, but for formality's sake.

"Dimitra, what..." he stopped himself from asking what brought her there. He could already tell what brought her. "How did you find my place?"

"Is that even important right now? When all you need is me?"

"Eros would kill the both of us if he finds out what's going on."

"Are you going to tell him? 'Cause I don't plan to," she said in a sultry voice, her eyes already shimmering with lust.

"I am not going to tell him, but, you know how Eros finds out things and we were seen last time."

"By that dirty slave, who is lying down in Adella's room as good as dead?"

"Adella is taking care of her and she would wake soon..."

Dimitra sighed in frustration and grabbed his manhood again, he shuddered. "Stop talking already and f*ck me."

The command in her voice aroused Carlos. He turned her, grabbed her supple breasts from behind, and fondled them like he was squeezing oranges, she started to moan and rubbed her ass on his hard cock.

"Is this what you want?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah," she purred.

"This is what you want."

"Yeah, you know what I want," she said, turned, and crushed her lips with his, while running her hands over his hardness again.

He unzipped her dress and tore the little, black, flare dress she wore away from her body, exposing her transparent, red lingerie. She came prepared, to seduce him. He grabbed her breasts again in both hands, and fondled them while she moaned, he quickly pulled down the straps of her bra, and grabbed her nipple with his mouth, while squeezing the other breast. She kept moaning in pleasure and running her hands through his sandy brown hair. After sucking her, he shoved his towel away from his waist, her eyes glimmered with greed and lust as his manhood was exposed, she smiled and stepped out of her panties, and he grinned, pushing her down on his red rose couch.

She lay flat on her chest, pushing her ass up, waiting for him to drive into her. He climbed behind her and flogged her ass with his hardness, she kept letting out moans of pleasure, as he played with her ass, giggling like a teenage girl. Then he set his cock with her pink wet pussy and pushed in. She sucked in a deep gasp as he started to plunge into her.

Dimitra had woken up horny, she had dressed up and gone over to Eros' mansion to have it hot and furious, only to get disappointed when she was already almost in his dark room. She had seen a slave leaving the room, wiping her lips. From the look on her face, Dimitra could tell that she had had a taste of Eros' cock. The slutty slave had hurried away when she saw Dimitra, avoiding eye contact. Dimitra had decided to give Eros the benefit of doubt, she had moved to the door and had gently pushed it open to a crack and there was Eros, sprawled naked on the couch, still relishing whatever he had with that slut. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, he was still panting. The look on his face had shown that he enjoyed every bit of it.

He never had that look when they f*cked. She was so pissed that she had left the door, left the mansion, and had driven straight to Carlos' place. She had known Carlos' place all along. There was a day she went there with Eros, but he had asked her to wait in the car while he went in. Carlos was as good as Eros anyway and she was getting her revenge on Eros.

She grabbed the cushion, now moaning aloud as Carlos slammed against her, the sound of their skin clapping against each other filled the room. He pulled out of her and she turned immediately, and grabbed his erect hardness. He sat down on the couch, raising his hand to his head, while she knelt beside him and stroked his shaft for a while, giggling and eyeing him.

"Oh, f*ck, suck it," he moaned.

"Call me b*tch," she whispered.

"Suck it b*tch," he said with desire filled voice.

She slowly lowered her head and wrapped her mouth around him, using her tongue to play around his head. He held her head, pushing her down on him. She took his whole length in and gagged. He held her head steady and pushed his length into her mouth, her mouth made gagging sounds. He took her hand and held them behind her, and started banging into her mouth.

She raised her head after a while, looked at him, and smiled. She climbed down from beside him, went in between his legs, and put his cock in between her breasts. He grinned again and started to push up and down. After a while of foreplay, she stood, urging him to stand.

He stood up and grabbed her breast again, kissing her hungrily while she stroked his shaft, moaning softly. He turned her to back him and spanked her ass.

"Mmm, I love that," she said in a saucy voice, biting her lower lip and eyeing him sensually. He led her towards the wall and slammed her against it. She smiled and whined her ass on him, rubbing against his hard cock.

"Now, I want you to f*ck my f*cking brains out," Dimitra said.

Sex with Carlos was quite exciting but not as enjoyable as with Eros. In bed, Eros was the master and always knows what to do. He dominates her, he dominates every sense of hers and he knows what to do without being told. Carlos was still a little unsure, to him it was still, maybe unbelievable that he was eating the same meal with Eros. But, he was quite a hunk.

Carlos pushed in from behind and she gasped in pleasure. He pinned her to the wall, her hands and breasts lying flat on the wall while her ass was tilted towards him, he started banging her.


"Get every inch of that f*cking cock deep inside me, oh oh," she moaned.

"Yeah," Carlos said as he pushed back and forth, ravaging her.

"Yeah, yeah, just like that," she said closing her eyes and smiling.

He grabbed her hair, tangled it with his fingers, and kept plunging her. He spanked her ass as he thrust and she moaned in response. After a short while, he left her hair, leaned towards her, and grabbed her breasts.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," she slurred with the tempo of his movement.

Then he pulled himself away from her and held her arm, leading her to the dining table. He bent her on the dining. Her upper body lay flat on the dining table and her ass was pushed out to him, he went into her slowly this time, holding her arms behind her.

"Yeah, give it to me. F*ck me hard," she said in that sultry voice.

Almost as if he was waiting for her command, he started pounding her ferociously. She cried out, but it was a cry of pleasure.


"Oh, f*ck, just like that, yeah, you wanna f*ck that pussy nice and hard...oh, oh!"

He was going faster and faster, letting out low hums of his own. He released her arms and grabbed one of her legs, raised it, and held it up with his arm while he thrust.

"Omigod! Omigod! Common finish what you started and make sure you come into me! F*ck yes! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Carlos drew in a deep breath and exhaled as he felt his release on the way. His low hums turned to groans as he went faster and deeper.

"Oh my God, yes, yes, yes...f*ck yes!" Dimitra slurred as she hit her bliss and her leg buckled, while Carlos poured into her, grunting loudly.

He let her leg go and she held onto the table for support because her legs were still quivering. Carlos' phone began to ring.