CHAPTER 7 : OUR HONEYMOON

He swiftly dropped to the bed and climbed on my softly removing my underwear with his hands; the sight of my pussy becoming moist caused his dick to pump.

He kissed me in the most sexiest way ever, I slipped my tongue into his mouth so he could suck on it, he responded, my hands on his head, the room was filled with the sound of smooching, he let out a deep moan as I moved my hands to rub his dick, playing with his balls while he held my breasts in his both hands, rubbing them like they were toys.

His mouth fell at the sight of my sharp nipples, which were asking to be sucked. Kevin couldn't resist it, so he positioned himself perfectly and began sucking my left hard nipple. I couldn't help but let out a large groan, "Oh fuck!" I laid my head up, dying from ecstasy.

As he sucked me hard, he slid his head down my belly and softly kissed my pussy. I clutched his head as his tongue connected with my pussy. "Oh my God!" I ran my hands about my body, trying to take it all in while he ate me.

He softly stopped using his tongue and started to using his middle finger to dig and circle my pussy round and anticlockwise. I groaned loudly, now streaming with thick cum.

He hopped onto my bed and put his dick into my pussy. I felt how deep and fat it was, filling the walls of my pussy and leaving no room. He laid his head on my soft huge boobs as he slid his dick in and out of my pussy. We both let out a loud groan as he drove in and out.

I yelled in agony and pleasure, as Kevin slowly drove his dick in and out."Please don't stop," I screamed, squeezing the blanket into my hand.

I was enjoying every minute of it; I hadn't felt this good in years. I could feel the vibration in his dick and knew he was about to cum, but he didn't want to pull out; I believe he wanted to cum in my, he let out a deep moan as he fell on my naked body, and I felt his hot cum down my pussy, some spilling outside the entrance.

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As I slowly emerged from slumber, I reached out to the empty space beside me, searching for Kevin's warm presence. But he was nowhere to be found. I lay there, my naked body wrapped in the soft blanket, reliving the memories of the previous night. A contented smile spread across my face as I thought to myself, "What a night."

I tossed off the blanket and got out of bed, wrapping it around me to cover my nudity. The room was quiet, with no sign of Kevin. I realized that I was still unfamiliar with the mansion and its occupants, so I had no idea who might be living here with him.

I quickly gathered my clothes from the night before and put them in the laundry basket. Standing with my arms folded across my chest, holding the blanket in place, I gazed out the window at the breathtaking view. The luxurious scenery stretched out before me, a testament to the opulence of Kevin's world.

As I stood there, lost in the beauty of the view, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The silence in the room seemed oppressive, and I found myself straining to hear any sound that might indicate Kevin's whereabouts.

Suddenly, I heard the soft creak of the door behind me. I spun around, my heart racing, expecting to see Kevin standing there with a smile on his face. But to my surprise, it was a woman I had never seen before.

She was tall, with piercing green eyes and long, curly brown hair. She was dressed in a sleek black maid's uniform, and her presence seemed to command attention.

"Good morning, ma'am, am Martha" she said, her voice low and husky. "I see you're up and about. Shall I prepare breakfast?”

I nodded, still trying to process the sudden appearance of this stranger. As she turned to leave, I called out to her.

"Wait," I said. "Where's Kevin?"

The maid's expression changed, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something like concern in her eyes.

"I'm afraid Mr. Kevin is...indisposed, ma'am," she interrupted. "But don't worry, he'll be back from work soon."

With her intriguing comments still hanging in the air, the mystery woman withdrew from the room, leaving me perplexed and inquisitive.

The phrase "indisposed" lingered in my head, raising unpleasant questions. Shaking off the discomfort, I went to the dining room, where a delicious breakfast greeted me. The delicious meal provided a wonderful distraction.

Refreshed after my bath, I took an exploratory tour of the home, memorizing every aspect and mentally picturing the estate's magnificence.

As I ate lunch, I heard a car pull into the parking lot and wondered if it was Kevin returning to work. "Welcome back," I said, standing up to offer to help him with his bag.

But he brushed past me, ignoring my greeting as if I were invisible. I tried asking another time, thinking he didn't hear me.

"Let me help you with your bag." Kevin's response was icy: "Don't let yesterday's events get to you." He thrust a stack of papers at me.

"Here's the marriage contract. It's non-negotiable. I don't care if it suits you or not."

His cold tone infuriated me, making me feel like my pride had been crushed. What did he mean by "yesterday's events"? Was our passionate encounter just a meaningless fling to him?