Chapter 5

"Andrea?" I could hear Mia’s voice from the hallway. My heart stopped for a moment.

"Shush," Martins hissed, placing a finger to his lips.

I held my breath, and held the sheets tighter.

 Would she come in? Would she figure out I wasn’t where I was supposed to be?

But then, nothing. No more footsteps, no more calling. It seemed Mia had gone to sleep again, blissfully unaware of my absence.

I made to leave but Martins stopped me.

"I have to finish what I started, I can't stop halfway"

Obviously I wanted it, so I didn't refuse. 

"Stand up!" Martins commanded and I knew it was going to be a long night.

He came very close to me, tracing the lines of my lips with his fingers. Without taking permission, he wrapped one of his hands around my waist and the other on my neck and kissed me, slow at first but passionately afterwards.

"why do you taste so fucking good?" He asked as he kept his tongue locked with mine.

He ran his fingers over my thighs again till he got to my clits, Using his thumbs to rub over the already swollen clits, while he fingered me with two fingers from his left hand. 

I got desperate for his cock but he seemed to have other plans.

"Face the wall, and raise your hands, you don't have to be scared, I will be gentle, but you must take all of it in"

It sounded more like a warning to me, but it made my toes curl in pure excitement. I did as he instructed while waiting for his next line of action.

He left me there and walked to his refrigerator, slowly he picked a piece of ice and headed back to me.

"I said face the wall!" He ordered again when he noticed I was staring at him.

Yes papi, I responded my whole body tensed and desperate.

He pressed his cock against my butts when he came close and we both let out another unconscious moan.

"You are so soft," he complimented again, I was beginning to grow impatient and I had to beg.

Slowly he placed the ice on my pussy and rubbed it in circles.

"Oh god! Yes...please," I cried, it was so good, I felt my whole body vibrating again.

He left the ice there to melt and waited patiently, before I could decipher his next movement, he already sat under me, with my pussy on his face, bringing out his blessed tongue, he licked both the water from the ice and the juice I had poured already.

"You taste fucking good momma!" He moaned and licked his lips, obviously enjoying the whitish juice from my pussy.

"Now bend properly sweetheart." 

"Good girl," he said when I bent more like the arch position.

Gently he rubbed his cock against my clit again, and in one swift movement thrusted it into me.

"Fuckk, yes, yes, Martins, oh god," I said a thousand things without knowing I said them. He was so sweet, it never occurred to me that he was this big and long.

Though I was fucking wet, he still struggled to put it all in.

"Spread your legs wider, I need to fit in properly," he whispered 

I did as I was told and Inch by inch he forced his way in till I swallowed all of it.

"I would be gentle I promise," he said and went ahead to not being gentle.

He held my waist as firm as he could and fucked me.

Thrusting gently at first but went harder when my warm liquid poured again on his cock.

"Martins, yes, it's yours, fuck me!" I screamed, I never knew sex felt so good.

My legs wobbled with each thrust and soon he went still.

"In my mouth please," I wanted his own cum inside my mouth.

He flipped me easily and poured everything inside my mouth.

"Oh yes! Fuck," he groaned as I swallowed all his creamy juice.

We both collapsed on the bed panting.

"You are bad," he said.

It was a compliment, so I smiled.

"I need to go," I said, when I remembered that Mia might come out again.

"Will I see you tommorow?" He asked

"I don't think so, but I will try"

He nodded his head showing appreciation and that moment I couldn't really tell what I felt, was it just lust?

When I finally slipped back into Mia’s room, I heaved a heavy sigh of relief. She laid on the bed in a hilariously awkward position, her mouth slightly open, snoring softly.

But sleep didn’t come easily for me. My mind was filled with everything that had happened, replaying every moment with Martins, I could feel a thousand butterflies dancing in my stomach, but at the same time I felt guilt. I really did feel bad for hiding it from Mia yet I was even more scared to let her know.

Morning came far too quickly.

“Sleepyhead, wakey wakey!” Mia’s voice woke me up.

I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head. “It’s morning already?”

“Yes, and you look like you barely slept,” she teased.

 “By the way, where the hell were you last night? I woke up to pee and didn’t see you anywhere.”

My heart jumped to my throat. “You must be blind, Mia. I was right here.”

She gave me a skeptical look, one eyebrow arched. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” I forced a laugh, praying it sounded convincing.

Mia stared at me for a moment longer before bursting into laughter. “I was so wasted last night. I probably imagined it.”

I heaved another sigh of relief, but it was short-lived. Mia sniffed the air, her expression changing.

“Wait a minute! I can perceive my dad’s scent in here. Did he come into my room last night?”

My stomach dropped. My palms began to sweat.

" I don’t know,” I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady. “He probably came to check on you. You drank a lot last night.”

Mia shrugged, seemingly satisfied with the explanation, but I couldn’t shake the fear that she might suspect something.

We hurried through our chores together and I never missed an opportunity to steal glances at Martins, and by midday, we were heading to my house.

The moment I walked through the door, my dad’s face lit up. “Andrea!” he exclaimed, pulling me into a bear hug.

I smiled, feeling a sense of comfort. Dad was my rock, my best friend, the one person I could always count on. But as much as I wanted to share everything with him, the forbidden romance I had found myself in was a secret I couldn’t bring myself to tell.

At least not yet.

"Dad," I called out I need to talk to you about something.