“I actually beat you to it. Just admit it.”
“Oh no, I won’t.”
“For real?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Tsk,” she hissed, grinning.
She stared back at him, unable to take her eyes off him. He looked so hot and handsome. Her gaze fell on his pink lips, and she felt butterflies deep inside her stomach. His sleeves were rolled up, displaying his muscles, which made her feel hot all over.
“Are you checking me out?” he teased her, and her cheeks turned red in embarrassment. She quickly looked away, clearing her throat.
“Why… why would I check you out?” she lied, rubbing her cheeks, which felt hot with her palm. She didn’t know how to tell him, but she hoped he’d catch on quickly that she didn’t want the night to end just yet.
“Sophia,” he called softly and sweetly. She turned to him, only for her lips to be captured by his in that instant.
She gasped in surprise, it was unexpected but it gave him an opportunity that he seized immediately and he slid his hot tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply and passionately. She unbuckled the seatbelt and moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.
She broke the kiss for a second to catch her breath before moving to his seat and sitting on his lap, her heart rising and falling in rhythm, feeling hot all over, their eyes locked, admitting the hunger and lust that consumed them. She felt a gentle squeeze of his palm on her lap and kissed him, this time rough and intense, while his right hand found its way to her right breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, causing her to moan into his mouth. She could feel his hardness beneath her and it was driving her whole body crazy, she wanted more but he stopped her and looked into her eyes full of lust and hunger, which she loved but she didn’t understand why he stopped.
“How about we go inside?” he asked but his deep hoarse voice sent a cold shiver down her spine, “I can’t wait,” her voice came out even smaller and more seductive and she immediately went in for another deep, intense and rough kiss.
He loved the way their sexual energy was aligned, the way she wanted him made him want her even more. He lifted her top and pulled her bra down before breaking the kiss and taking one of her hard nipples in his mouth and sucking on it.
“Ahh” she moaned, running her fingers through his hair as his hand found its way up her skirt to her entrance, touching the wet panties, he grinned, she was so wet and he didn’t hesitate to move the string pants and rub her clit. She shivered in his arms as he continued to suck her nipples and rub her clit at the same time, she moaned softly and it soon escalated as two of his fingers slid into her wetness. “Ahh! Gael!”.
She trembles in his arms as he continues to suck her nipples and rub her clit at the same time, she moans softly and it soon escalates as two of his fingers slide into her wetness.
He loves it, he loves hearing her moan, it makes him stop thinking and wants to do more to her. He was so hard his joystick was begging to come out of his trousers, but he wasn’t done making Sophia tremble in his arms as he fingered her even faster. Her moans grew louder and louder and when he took the other nipples in his mouth she lost it.
“I want it, I want it now,” her soft, sweet voice was gone, replaced by a desperate, lustful tone that he couldn’t resist. She got down from his lap and in a rush unzipped his trousers and pulled down his shorts, the happy joystick jumping out.
She held it in her hand, smiling at how big and hard it was, and licked the cap.
“Arg,” he moaned in response and she smiled, it’s her turn to tease him. She began to lick and suck him, enjoying the sensation in her mouth and hand. He grabbed her hair and made her go faster, when she couldn’t wait any longer she stopped and climbed on top of him, they both looked at each other and smiled as she pushed her trousers to the side before grabbing his joystick and sliding it inside her.
“Ahh.”
She let out a loud moan and began to ride him, using his broad shoulder as an assistant to aid her smooth ride. Her moans and groans filled the car as they continued to dance to the rhythm of their movements. All their clothes soon came off as they changed positions, slamming into her from behind and hitting her hard, she lost her last innocence.
Clarisse sat in the corner of her room, sewing on the dress she had been working on with needle and thread, so absorbed in her work that she didn’t notice Clinton enter the room.
“Good evening, ma’am,” he greeted, but she didn’t respond. “Ma’am?” he called again, finally managing to make his presence known.
“Oh, you’re here,” she said, dropping the dress and standing up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize when you entered.”
“I understand, ma’am,” he replied with a smile. “I hope you don’t need anything, ma’am?”
“No, I’m fine,” she replied, trying to return his smile, though she wasn’t successful. She had almost forgotten how to. “I want to inform you that the master is back.”
“Mr. Christian?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“O… okay,” she replied, unsure of what to say.
“Would you like to have your dinner with him?”
“No, no, I’m good here. I’ll just have it here,” she said, not wanting to see him. Clinton asked, even though he knew what her answer would be.
“And also,” she began before Clinton could say anything else, “how’s Sandra? Is she okay?”
Clinton cleared his throat awkwardly as he looked away, but quickly maintained his smile. “You shouldn’t worry about her. She’ll…”
“I’m worried. I asked one of the maids about her, but they wouldn’t say anything. I’m worried she’s not fine.”
“You don’t have to worry, ma’am.”
Clarisse’s face dropped as she felt guilty. “It’s all my fault. She didn’t do it on purpose, and it’s also my fault that Christian did that to her. I’d love to apologize to her,” she said, giving Clinton a pleading gaze. “Can I see her?”
Clinton, amazed at how she referred to his master by his first name without using “Mr.”, was both surprised and happy about the small progress.
“Sandra has been taken care of, and she’s currently not around. She’s somewhere, getting the treatment she deserves. And stop thinking any of this is your fault. It was her mistake, and I’m sure she has learned from it.”
“Are you sure? Can you… tell her that I’m sorry when you see her?” she asked, even though she would love to apologize herself.
“I’ll do that for you, ma’am.”
“Thank you,” she bowed slightly, appreciating him.
“And the master?”
“Huh?”
“Do you not want to see him at all? I feel like you should at least thank him for the phone.”
“That’s true,” she thought to herself, even though she wasn’t totally comfortable. “Where is he?”
“He’s in the study room.”
“Study room?”
Clinton smiled. “I’ll show you,” he said, leading her out of the room to where his study was. Even though he had taken her on a tour around the house, the mansion was so big that they had missed some areas, like the study.
She felt a little nervous when they arrived at the study room door.
Do I have to do this? I can thank him tomorrow, she thought, holding Clinton’s hand as he prepared to open the door. But he smiled at her reassuringly.
“Don’t worry, ma’am. Everything will be fine,” he assured her. Before she could protest, he opened the door and walked in, turning to beckon her inside.
“What do you want, old man?”
She could hear his cold voice from inside, and her heart skipped a beat. She swallowed hard and walked in slowly.
Christian, who was reading through a document, noticed weak footsteps approaching and immediately knew someone was accompanying Clinton into the room, judging by the soft, hesitant steps. The person was a female, and she was probably nervous. He looked up from the document and saw Clarisse, her gaze fixed on the ground. He was surprised to see her come to him willingly.
She heard him call her name, and her heart skipped again. She couldn’t go back now. With Christian, she had never been able to run away. Slowly, she looked up and saw his face in the dimly lit room. He was wearing a white pair of transparent glasses, though she wasn’t sure if they were prescribed or not. He looked even more handsome and attractive with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his muscles and the veins in his arms.
“Good evening,” she bowed slightly before him and was surprised when she saw Clinton walking out of the room.
Hey! Where is he going? Don’t leave me here alone! she screamed in her mind as she watched him walk away. She gave him a “What the heck are you doing?” look when their eyes met, but Clinton just smiled his cunning smile before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
Why are they always doing this to me? Why are they always leaving me alone with him? she cried in her mind. She could see him standing up from the corner of her eye, and her heart raced faster as he approached her.
Oh heaven! Oh God! she cried inwardly and nearly sighed in relief when he walked past her and went to sit on the sofa.
“Are you going to keep standing there?” His voice jolted her, and she went to take her seat opposite him, avoiding his gaze.
“How was your day?” he asked.
“Hm, it was fine,” she replied.
“That’s nice. What did you do today?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.