Fenella's POV
He licked with the tip of his tongue until I jerked my head back. My back arched up to provide more access for his tongue on my breast.
His hand cupped my left breast while his teeth were still scraping my nipple. He moved on to my other breast, caressing with the same embrace using his tongue and lips. I screamed, then trembled once to limp in my heavy breath.
The first juice rushed down to my soaking thong. But it seemed he wouldn't stop there; I didn’t want to stop it either because I was so consumed by my long-lasting curiosity and lust. I need him badly.
His lips are now kissing my hips, still covered by the red lace thong. His hands moved to roll it down, freeing my sacred part of my body.
Then, time after time, his lips teased my sensitive nub by licking and sucking circles. All the while, his hand was busy circling my nipple, the other thrusting into my core. I just knew I couldn’t hold it any longer. Finally, I screamed and shivered in orgasm again, showing him how much my body reacts to his mouth and his hands.
"Yes, dear. Do it again for me. Cum for me more." He whispered to me.
He pressed my hips further close to his mouth, yet it was still not enough to satisfy his need to explore deeper into my core. He stood up, then kissed me again, making me taste my own juice.
With his hands, he lifted me up, holding my thighs. I straddled his hip, pressing the sharp edge of his jeans against my soft flesh as we moaned together.
He carried me again, then took steps to his bedroom while my lips still perched upon him. It didn't take long for him to lay me down on his soft bed. He continued on with what was paused back there—sucking my clitoral area until I writhed in pleasure again and again.
His tongue slides into my small, wet opening, and he circles steadily there, making me wonder how huge it must be for his cock in my wet tunnel. His fingers rubbed my clitoral area, while his tongue thrust deeper into my core. It's not long until I break again. I panted heavily, and with a languid voice, I whined.
"You're a cheater. Give it all to me now."
I squealed under him, begging to have more of him.
He let me turn to unbutton and unzip his jeans. The next thing I know, I’m already praising his steel-hard cock with my smooth, slender fingers. I rubbed it until he squirmed with long groans. He was huge, just like I always imagined.
The next second, my fingers changed to my tongue. I sucked his thick member in and out multiple times, until his hips thrust into my mouth automatically. I sucked his cock until his balls twitched in pain.
"Wait," he groaned.
Then he pushed my head out carefully to free his ready cock. His hand reached into his bedside drawer and picked up a single sealed condom. He tore the plastic and sheathed his long, thick cock into it, ready for real action.
"Come on, Laird. Now. I want you now." I whined impatiently.
"As you wish, dear." He replied with a smirk, while his thighs were seated in the perfect position upon my throbbing nub.
The first touch was mind-blowing. With me already wet and taut from our extensive foreplay, his large bulk slid in with ease, yet I moaned nonetheless.
He was unmoving, feeling my tunnel clench his cock with a hot, throbbing pulse. I hissed in satisfaction at how beautifully it fulfilled my expectations.
He tested it with a steady strike, but the pleasure just gets more and more intense to hold back. I screamed in pleasure when he took me harder, deeper, and faster with each push. My hands gripped on his bed sheet, searching for something steady to hold on to.
He did it perfectly like it was his daily job. He moved his hips with skillful pushing and pulling. Each thrust constricted pain to my deepest core.
"Yes! Go! Keep it going, Laird!" I cried out uncontrollably.
Until we both cum simultaneously, our bodies weaken for the final thrust.
***
My body felt heavy, and my head was spinning. I tried opening my eyelids, but my vision remained fuzzy. I only knew there was a bright light that dazzled me. The light shone on my face until I woke up.
I turned my body. With all of my effort, I strained to sit up against the thick blanket that enveloped me. When the blanket came off, my body immediately felt cold, and I shivered.
I blink to clear my vision. My hand scratched my brow, then rubbed my cheek.
"Oh my God."
The figure next to me was also bare-chested. He simply wore black boxer shorts. I swallowed hard. The pain in my genital area as I attempted to get out of bed was the true evidence of last night's events.
I observed Laird once more. His breathing was still regular, and his eyelids were still closed, a sign that he was still sound asleep. He laid half-prone.
His physique seemed larger than I remembered. Even his stomach muscles were plainly visible, indicating that he was still exercising regularly. He looked so perfect. If I could snap a photograph of him right now, I am sure it would be valued as highly as a work of art.
Then I realized something had gone wrong. I should've gotten revenge for his action. I should've rejected him the way he rejected me years ago. Instead, I gave myself to him easily, like this!
“What the hell did I just do?” I muttered, regretting all of it.
I stealthily crept out of the bedroom, whose door had been wide open since last night. I went to the kitchen table and immediately found my clothes, my bra and my thong there.
"No, this is a mistake," I said to myself in a panic as I put everything on hastily.
I went to the front door and found my shoes and bag on the floor. Slowly, without making any noise, I left Laird's apartment and quickly found the resident's private elevator to go down.
Fenella’s POVI was lost in thought, staring blankly at the tissue box on the table. My hand supported my chin as I waited for Jessy to come with our coffee."Hey, gorgeous. Here's your coffee." Jessy handed me an iced Americano on the table."Thank you, Jess," I said with a small smile."Thank goodness the fitting was postponed. I told you so. Baumer is such a perfectionist; she'll probably get in trouble herself soon," Jessy chuckled."Yes, luckily I wasn't late for the fitting. Plus, she still accepted me as her model, even though my dark under-eye circles were visible and I was unfocused earlier," I mentioned."Ah, nonsense! She praised you so much. She really likes you. You're her ideal type of model. Even if you were to switch liking her—"I glared at Jessy. We had agreed that my sexual orientation preferences couldn't be forced to change, even if it would help my career as a model. Understanding this, Jessy cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject."So, spill it! You
Laird’s POV"What?" Fenella exclaimed in disbelief."Why?" I asked, furrowing my brow."Do you think I'm a cheap whore you can fuck up with at any time?" Fenella whispered lowly.I gazed at Fenella; her face flushed. Her cheekbones looked sharper than before after she had toned up. Her red, full lips tantalized me as she frowned disapprovingly at my idea of taking her back to the apartment.Hell, how could I not be tempted by her? Even her clothes, the same as last night, only reminded me of the delicious parts of her body beneath them.I missed her so much.We had been apart for seven years, and I lost contact with her. Once I found out that Fenella had decided to leave Boston and go to New York, I almost followed her to New York. If it weren't for my father opposing and threatening to make life difficult for my younger brother, still in high school, I might have been able to fuck Fenella every day now.I had to win Fenella's love back. I knew I had hurt her before, but I was certain
Fenella’s POV“We had great sex.” He smirked while watching me blush like a honey-glazed apple.I was just speechless; I couldn’t deny the commentary about our sex these past 24 hours. It might be true because my pussy hurts from all the friction. I cursed at my stupid little brain, blaming it all on myself for submitting to my lust. But I felt grateful because, without some vodka last night or his way of seducing me all the time, maybe I wouldn’t dare to approach him. At this point, maybe we're already fuck buddies for a day? Friends with benefits?The hell I know of it, but I like it. I had been dreaming of him for so long; now it has become so real. We had great sex!“Um…, right. So, I sincerely thank you for—" I trailed off. What should I say? Thank you for the best sex of my life.“Thank you for your care.” Instead, I said it.“It’s cool.” He shrugged, then continued to eat his own sushi.“You’re excellent at entertaining people, aren’t you?” He smirked.I glanced at Laird's gr
Fenella’s POVThat night, the blond man in front of me used both his hands to remove my dress. Ah, he seemed to be aroused.I could clearly see the man's exposed muscles. His chest was chiseled, his arms looked strong as if they could support my entire body, and his neck stood tall like an oak tree trunk.The man's fingers skillfully unhooked my strapless bra. I glanced down at his pants, and I could see a hard bulge right beneath his jeans zipper. The man stopped, but his actions only tormented me.Ugh, I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel the warmth and firmness of that bulge. The familiar face, the strands of hair I knew by heart, and the tempting lips. Don't stop! Oh, I know. Maybe he needed more encouragement.I sucked on the prominent bone at the base of his neck. The man flinched; his emerald eyes now gazed back at me.The next moment, we fought for dominance over our lips and tongues. It was an insatiable passion, and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much that I didn't realize
Fenella’s POV"No! Fenella, we had to go to the office now!" Jessy snapped."But—""How could you even consider leaving your job for Laird? You should act professionally." Jessy cut me off and started scolding me again."But this is my chance to meet him again," I protested and half-pleaded with Jessy to let me go. "Just for a moment, it won't take long. Just for breakfast.""No. Listen, Fenella. Don't you want to get back at him? Don't you want to win his heart?"I fell silent as Jessy's tone began to rise, a sign that he was indeed angry. I slowly sat back down in my chair, staring at my half-eaten-boiled egg."I'm very sure that the revenge you're talking about will completely fail after all you've done. You won't be able to make Laird like you. You know why?" Jessy's gaze was now fixed on me, and I remained silent."Because you like him too much.""I realized that you always put Laird’s interests above your own. You always depend on Laird until you forget how to make decisions wit
Fenella’s POV"Oh, hey, Greg. It's nice to see you. We haven't met in the office lately," I welcomed with a light peck on each of our cheeks."I know. We've been busy with our own projects," Greg smiled broadly.Greg and I joined this mother agency only two weeks apart. Since then, he has always been my partner on small projects. Over time, as our success grew, we started to have our own busy schedules. The last time we worked together on the same project was a magazine editorial photoshoot half a year ago."Hey, guys." Kiara approached us this time."I'm glad to hear you're both so successful. It's a shame everyone will retire in time," she said with a smile.Damn, she mentioned retirement! That topic was sensitive for Greg and me. We were considered too old and were starting to lose to the younger models newly recruited.While Kiara was our junior, she was three years younger. Initially, she was recruited as a model. When they first recruited her, she snatched and stole many of my pr
Fenella’s POVThe whole room fell silent for a moment as Ms. Lola stepped down from the stage. I thought the new CEO would be as strict as Ms. Lola. I was completely wrong.Suddenly, the speaker played an upbeat song. The man named Alan immediately appeared on stage in a white three-piece suit, a white shirt unbuttoned to his chest, and black shoes. His dark brown curly hair was thin at the bottom and on the sides but thick and slightly long on top. It was long enough for some of his curly hair, combed to the side, to fall onto his thick eyebrows."Everybody, rock up!"My mouth dropped in amazement as I watched him dance on the runway stage. He danced and invited everyone to dance. Then he walked on the catwalk like a model. I have to admit that he was very confident and walked perfectly like a model.He started singing, and his voice was surprisingly good. He walked back to get off the stage. With his dancing style, he greeted each attendee with their own dance. Each person greeted
Fenella’s POVAlan wanted to pull out the weeds, as Jessy explained beforehand. I thought Alan was the type of person who was laid-back and liked to party. Who would have thought that he was actually being cold-blooded in his work? Alan demanded perfection, and that's what the models and actors at Gene had to show.Ms. Lola used to promote Yuri Wu as the top model. Unfortunately, Yuri Wu stopped being a supermodel ten years ago. She was now more focused on being a housewife to her husband—a vocalist in an international rock band—and their two children.Because of that, Alan wanted to re-evaluate which models would be prioritized in promotions. He was looking for new faces as Gene's management icons to replace Yuri Wu.To vie for that position, we had to showcase our talents. One by one, we would demonstrate our abilities in photoshoots. The camera would take our photos five times automatically, with a three-second interval between poses. All we had to do was display our best pose each