♦Gurur Ve Önyargi♦

Chapter-20

||SMUT||

SANEM

He starts to trace my calves like the way he did while sliding in the garter but now when he is slipping it out along with my soaked underwear I feel a wave of current running through my system jolting my heart in anticipation.

"You are so beautiful...so tender...so delicate, Sanem." He whispers stroking my juicing folds with his fingers just after parting my thighs furthermore.

A shiver escapes my core making my breathing heavy when I speak out in a trembling tone, "But you are so wicked, Can. Why are you troubling me so much with this kind of teasing?"

"Really?" He looks impeccably confused while he tastes my potion from the tip of his finger causing me insanely red as he continues, "But, trust me, I am not in a mood of teasing when all I want is a delicious feasting." Finishing he takes out some more tonic, rubbing and tantalising the subtlest secret corners of mine.

"Fuck!" I breathe out being tremendously excited when he enquires me with a nasty question, "Wanna have some, Sweetheart?" With that particular indication, I sense him scratching my clit with his nail.

"Oh, God, NO!" I squeal in agitation as he continues scratching and scooping my melting well.

"Fine. Thanks. I don't think I should share this honey zest which has made me hungry as hell, Sweetie." Then waiting for nothing he splits me wide, taking my limbs over his shoulder, pulling me closer just before I watch him ardently dipping his head in my grave. My eyes roll up vehemently while my fingers grip his head and parting my lips I let out a drastic squeal of delight when he proceeds to pleasure me with the joint effort of his teeth, tongue and lips.

"Oh, Can! Oh, Can! Oh, Can..." The more he makes me take his name the more he intensifies the hits of his tongue for unearthing my liquids only to slurp out my fluids as soon as I spill them. My palms sweat hard for the pressure I am laying on to pull his hair as I bury him even more inside me when he starts to play of flicking and biting my pulsating clitoris with his teeth. Then after a few more heated sportive strokes, I sense him licking me intensely while pushing his finger inside my den.

"Bless me..." I cry out in amazement when he joins another finger compelling me to break into several pieces. The sounds he forces me to create split my ears when I open my eyes only to be surprised by the way he is tearing off his pants as he claims out with a perfect madness, "I can't have you now, Sanem. You are still so green and innocent. You deserve a great time before you lose your beauty. But I won't survive if my conscience wins over my desire so it would be enough for me if you let me go through some nooks and corners of yours."

"Oh, dear, I don't believe you are saying this now when...Ahhh..." I fail to complete as an unexpected exclamation leaves my mouth when finally his monstrous erection comes before my stunned eyes.

"You are so stunning, Can." Involuntarily I praise him and it hurts my ego and I curse myself inwardly.

"Not more than you, Love." Pecking my throbbing mound he reaches my entrance and replaces his fingers with a slight push of his-

"Ah..." He closes his eyes tightly holding the seat and balancing his hips between my legs. "Ah..." He bites his lips and drives himself quite deep only to groan like a maniac. "Ah..." His warm tip slides into me and is almost to touch me there and an unknown excitement starts to erupt out of my body when abruptly he pulls out himself cursing the cruellest word I have ever hard but before I can complain he seal my mouth with his hand while with utter devotion he starts to kiss me there between my legs and doesn't stop until I quiver hard and shudder uncannily just before my fluid rains his voracious mouth. Licking me clean he gets up and folding my watery weak legs he takes his seat. Next with a blurry vision, panting hard I watch him clasping his manhood between his palms. With awe in my face, I observe him cussing and squeezing himself, rubbing his shaft until a flood of fresh sperms fills his hands.

"You, okay?" He asks with concerns, turning his head towards me. I just nod my head as I am quite out of wit. Then he takes the tissue from a box and cleans his hand and also his sexy bulge just before he makes me wear my dresses without any kind of further queries.

When together we get off the car sanity hits me again as I hold his wrist saying, "I am sorry." He frowns so I resume solving the puzzle, "I came here to tell you sorry."

"Really?" He questions with a playful gesture "And here I thought you came to kiss me with a novice skill."

I blush for my amateurish attempt as I say, "No, of course, not. It just happened. I don't know what just happened to me that I...that I..." I struggle for collecting my thoughts when he squeezes my hand taking it in his. Then kissing my knuckles, making me swept by my feet he looks straight at me as he says, "Stop worrying, Sanem. It's alright. Things happen and I am grateful for the things that happened to you and brought you here in my direction. And most importantly, I don't wish for your apology because I am aware of my offence. It's better if you don't tell me sorry because that odious headstrong girl is still reigning in my heart, not this piteous one as I am head over heels for the lady who defies me always no matter how wrong she is!"

"Oye, I am not at all wrong in any way but right as always."

"That's my girl." Reaching my face he pecks my nose, slightly brushing my lips against his as he whispers affectionately, "and this is the only reason I can't resist falling for you so so so much, Sanem."

"Nay, you don't!" I claim with apprehension in my heart. What if he says it is a joke.

"If only you could read the whispering of my heart..." Again he takes my lips between his and I give in without any resistance as my robe waits to be peeled off again.