CHAPTER 8: REGRET

(NSFW Content Ahead)


*Flashback Continues*


I didn’t care about the hurt I subsequently felt while being called by my sister’s name, all I cared about was him, the satisfaction he would grant to my already scorching body and the utmost joy he would leave inside my heart. All the pain of being mistakenly identified vanishes the moment his knees settle on both sides of my legs as he examines my flesh through the light from the window in torturous slowness.


He watches the rise and fall of my inviting chest, the full round of my mounds were so perky that I could see how he wanted to devour them. I watched him with my half-hooded eyes, which brimmed with my need to be pleased not getting enough of his ruggedly handsome face.


He sexily tilted his head, not breaking eye contact and he slowly began to caress my ribs under my aching to be touched mounds. Something seemed to be stuck in my throat as the unrelenting ache between my legs began to intensify. My eyes shifted from his aptly chiseled face to the ridges and dips of his upper body. My shaky hand reached out and landed on his chest, so taut and so very smooth.


He grabbed my wrist and pressed it further into his chest letting me feel the restless heart underneath it. “Do you hear that, Pamela? How can it become frantic, just for you?”


“Yes, Michael,” His right hand shifted and clutched my thigh, opening it wide enough so he could settle between my legs. The anticipation and his slow movements of pleasure were killing me. There is nothing in this world that I ever wanted now but to feel him inside of me, which took me years to wait to finally have a grasp at.


As if sensing my sweet aggravations, his majestic body lowered and cushioned mine, his chest squished my soft ones while his throbbing organ brushed against my center of intimacy that made me moan hoarsely.


“Ahh!” The involuntary whimper of pleasure was torn from me and I couldn’t stop it as a sinful storm coursed through me, my eyes closed and back domed while my hips uncontrollably ground against his. My mouth was helplessly opened in a perpetual ecstasy.


I heard him groan at my actions, unable to contain his own virile hunger. He smashed his lips against mine. Tasting my vermillion-plump lips. His right hand cupped my right breast as he played with its tip, pressing it to the point between pleasure and pain, letting me climb to an ecstatic state. His tongue lapped inside my wet mouth as he scoured like an expert explorer looking for some hidden gems while his hand artfully massaged my raised flesh.


He let go of my lips and traced them down to my chin, trailing soft but ardent kisses as he reached my neck and lavish the soft sensitive spot before he bit into it, which made me muffled a scream as the pleasure of his action jolted me to my very bones, making my juices flow in abundance as he continues to tease my intimacy with his brushing shaft. My whole body trembled like a flag on a windy day.


His lips further dragged down to the swell of my breast and nipped it savagely. I jerked up from the sensation. I had never known someone could incite me like he does now. My skin was becoming hypersensitive that a slight touch was enough to invoke the deep desires in me.


My breath stopped when his fervent lips traced further down to my abdomen and then found its way to my cherry peak. His expert hand massaged it as his oracle tongue licked it, which made my dripping core clenched. My hands landed in his silky hair and grasped them tightly as my restless body involuntarily thrust upwards.


Opening his mouth, he took it in between his lips and nibbled. His tongue teased it between, sending jolts and jolts of bliss nailing me through heights of unfathomable peaks. His nimble fingers teased my other nipple, so both of them would receive equal treatment. I was lost in a sea of carnal sensualism. My brain had stopped from functioning and all I could feel was his touches and his lips.


“Michael… Please… I can’t take it anymore…”


I couldn’t wait any longer. He was torturing me sweetly, driving me crazy as seconds passed by. I was burning with heightened desires and all I sought was a release that only he could provide my body. I needed him between my legs and inside of me.


As a fiery sensation enveloped him as well, he fully kissed the soft inner spot with savageness, waddled out his tongue more and licked the bundle of nerves in a torturous stroke. And even before I could protest his glorious and sweet onslaught, he swiftly moved his head away and thrust himself inside of me with one steady yet fulfilling force.


“You are mine alone, Pamela.”


Nothing in the world has prepared me for this sensuality and these feelings of ever blinding pleasures, which hit me in throngs that all I could do was feel the satisfaction in between pain and pleasure in abundance.


“Ahh…” I shamelessly moaned.


He moved with smoothness as he thrust his powerful virile member inside me with precision and deep hunger. I could feel my tight walls as they clenched and unclenched against his invading manliness, trying to go deeper with every thrust. Both of us brazenly groaned as he rammed the hardness with rapid succession endlessly.


Many orgasms were over me yet he refuses to reprise. His relentless strokes dipped me back into the ocean of blinding pleasure one after another. I thought I was done and couldn’t have another round, but after a few more invading, my body was yet again scorched with feverish desires building another series of delirious dilemmas.


“Wait for me, my love. I am almost there.”


He quickened his pace even more, our bodies slapping against one another in one harmonic orchestra. His gripped on my mounds tightened, a sign that he was indeed almost at the gates of heaven. The muscles on his broad shoulders flexed and relaxed with every plunge and pull he delivered. His one final thrust sent us both to our climax, filling me with his milky extract as it blends with my juices in unison.


*Flashback Concluded*


I could feel my body reacting as if I was back in that same night. I tried hard to castigate my emotions, not wanting Michael to read me through. I forcefully withdrew my arm, using all the strength in me to pull back.


“Take your hand off me!”


“It seems you just took a walk back in memory lane, Penelope. Which incident in the past have your mind set back at? It must be the night of your 18th birthday or perhaps, the following day. The redness of your cheeks imply that you were having dirty thoughts inside that brain of yours. Were you thinking of how I savagely fucked you and made you come countless times even in my drunken state?”


His words were like sharp daggers unmercifully slashing my patched heart all over again. The combined anger and hate I felt for him only heightened that made me slapped him hard with full force, causing the palm of my hand to sting in burning pain.


“You’re a ruthless and heartless man, Michael! I regret the day I ever loved you! Regret that day where I gave myself to you wholeheartedly! Regret the day I was even married to you!”


“Regret? I bet you enjoyed every minute of that night with me, Penelope. I may not remember the details of that fateful night, but seeing you the following morning too sore to even move, was enough proof that you had the best gift you ever had in your entire existence and had the time of your life.”


“Damn you, Michael! Fuck you to death!”


I quickly ran away from him, not even dared to look back and swiftly entered the car and drove in speed. My heart was radically beating as I controlled myself from screaming out loud, because my daughter was with me.