CHAPTER 04_LOST

CHRISTIANA POV

In an instant, he drew me closer. Raising my two legs above my head. Positioning himself, sliding into me.

My gasps and loud moans filled the air as he stroked deeper.

“Shhhhhh! Scream louder and I’ll take you harder. He warned, whispering into my ear.

His pupils dilated, my mouth agape as i struggled to stifle my cries. He increased the rhythm as he stroked deeper inside of me.

It was a symphony of louder screams, moans and scratches.

“What did I say previously?” He inquired. I wasn’t trying to disobey him. As a matter of fact, I was doing my best to reduce my screams.

Guess he took that as disobedience and with that his pace increased, f**king the rest of sanity out of me for what seemed like an hour.

As I climaxed, my legs trembled. I clung onto him so tightly.

He followed thereafter, cursing the hell out. Then he released me. We were both panting so heavily.

After a few minutes, I got up, looking all flushed.

I bit on her lower lip feeling embarrassed and went to the bathroom to wash it off.

I could see his reflection in the mirror staring at me as I walked past.

I consciously swayed my curvaceous buttocks with every step that I took.

As though I was calling for more attention.

Without any form of hesitation, I heard the sound of his footsteps behind me, steady and deliberate. He was following me to the bathroom.

As I entered, I stood beside the sink, with a hint of amusement dancing on my lips.

"Why are you here?" my voice echoed with curiosity and mischief.

I chuckled, knowing I had intentionally lured him here. He scoffed, then smiled.

“Oh, the same reason you’re here” he replied, his voice low and husky.

I reached for the bar soap on the counter, but I couldn’t.

“Let me help” he offered, grabbing the bar of soap.

“Want to help me wash up?” I teased, my eyes sparkling with excitement as I made my request.

“I mean if that’s what you want”, he stuttered.

Our giggling subsided and an uncomfortable silence fell. The only sound was our ragged breathing, growing faster by the second.

Who was this guy, and what was he doing to me? In the last three hours, I had definitely forgotten how to pronounce my name.

My gaze locked onto his. His eyes drifted to my areolas, they were swollen, yet enticing. He gulped, and I chuckled at the sound.

I opened my mouth to thank him, but words failed me. His piercing gaze lit up every fire in me, leaving me breathless.

He was clearly lost too.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room.

My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare.

In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me.

He was all I wanted.

My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore.

My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin.

The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping extra hard.

He sucked my skin, deeply.

As though it was all he needed to survive.

With his cock pocking me, I could barely think straight. The only thing I wanted was to have this hard veiny weapon inside of me as soon as possible.

My little hands managed to grab those eight inches of a weapon. I increased my grip as he screamed “F**k” beside my ears.

“Should I teach you how to massage it” he asked, and I scoffed in return. I should be the one to teach him how it’s being done.

With that, I got down from the counter and went on my knees as I began gliding my hands up and down, loving how it felt on my hands.

When I was sure it had a grip of its own, I placed them in my mouth.

“F**k”, he screamed again, “So wet! How are you always wet for me?

His moans got me dripping twice from how I felt earlier. I stuck my tongue, licking the cap of his d**k at the same time swaying my tongue around it.

“Damn, right there” he kept moaning, and it felt so great to hear him moan about the sweet dinner I was having.

I tried taking in his full size, which was almost choking for me, but I did it for him anyway. He began to shove it deep down my throat.

My throat pleaded for mercy, tears filling my eyes, but I shamelessly didn’t care.

He tightened his grip on my scalp, going faster, having me pleading in the midst of my full mouth. I gently massaged his balls along alongside and he moaned so loudly him, losing control.

Hot moans.

The one that had me wishing why he wasn’t in between my legs right now

“F**k!”

“Right there.”

“Holy crap” Fuckkk!

"I’m going to f**king cum, right here". In that dirty mouth of yours.

He held onto my cheeks, pressing them hard and spilling every content of his into my mouth. I licked every atom of it till it looked like that of a newborn.

I was satisfied and he was still in shock.

He dragged me closer, holding me tightly.

“I’m never letting you leave my sight” he whispered and I chucked.

Because I had greater plans. If he was a massage therapist, then he would be the only therapy that I needed.