RULED by YOU🖤

4)The Address

(Naughty scene ahead. Read at ur own risk. 🥵🍆💦🥒🥵)

I tried my best to focus but I failed. The fire burning inside made me lost my peace of mind. I couldn't control any further. His soft and well curved back drove me insane.

"Can we end up here?" I spat.

"Are u done with the paint?" He asked puzzled.

"Not yet...But I will tonight!" I spoke while removing my materials.

"U sure u're ok?" He sounded abit concerned.

"I will be.... Don't worry. Just dress up so that I can lead u out..." I spoke while arranging everything.

I felt silence for a while so I turned to see what was going on. I remained frozen to my position. The guy was standing just behind me but.......... half empty.

"I thought u were dress...!" I attempted to speak but he shushed my lips nicely.

"I'm not ok either!" He replied while staring deep into my eyes.

He slowly took my hands then placed them on his waist. I couldn't believe what I saw. He circled his hands around my neck seductively while maintaining eye contacts. I could hardly escape his stares because I was also stuck on him.

" U fell for me... Am I right?" He spoke to my ears.

I could hear my heartbeats pounding hard from my chest. I hardly wanted to push him away but my body seemed to enjoy the moment so bad. He brushed his lips against mine, leaving my jaw dropped. He had the softest lips I've never tasted before.

I pulled his waist closer then claimed his lips hungrily. I was very turned on. I untied his robe and disposed it away. I saw him smiling so I proceeded.

I held his curvy back gently while kissing him passionately. He started moaning. His voice turned me so wild that I gained the energy to lift his waist up, making his legs entangle at the back of my waist.

Slowly, I walked to a nearby table and placed him there. I was sweating. The guy begun claiming my lips again while unbuttoning my shirt. I couldn't resist his sweet tongue so I helped to get rid of the shirt myself. His soft hands begun playing with my nipples. That feeling I swear, it made me super hard.

I held his round butts while devouring his warm neck. He kept moaning while playing with my hard shaft. I wanted to f*ck him right away but he stopped me. I looked at him unbelievably.

"Do u even know my name yet?" He asked. Shit! What kind of question is this in the middle of an intimate act.

"Not yet..." I groaned. He then got rid of me.

"Seriously?" I was puzzled.

"When u are ready to know about me, come to my house!" He spoke seductively while handling me a piece of paper. Taking a look at it, I saw an address. I almost spoke something but he was long gone. "Damnit!" I cursed.

Later that night, I hardly got some sleep. I went to the gym to try keeping my mind busy but on my way back to the condo, all memories flashed back to life.

"Why does he attack my mind so madly like this?" I complained.

I went to the sitting room and displayed my favorite show but still, my mind remained stuck on him. That feeling of devouring his soft lips, his curvy back, round butts and soft moans were enough to make my hungry shaft very hard. Just a thought of him made me lost my goddamn mind.

With that, I turned off the TV and head to my painting room. I believed that through painting my thoughts out, it would help to calm my desires.
I breathed out heavily then begun painting my imaginations.

His round butts and waist drove me insane. I couldn't take it anymore. My member was so hard that I thought it would explode anytime. I quickly applied my lube and begun pounding it. That paint acted as a catalyst as it fueled up the fire burning inside me.

I pound my wood for sometime but I couldn't feel a thing. I just felt thirsty of him. His body got me addicted this much that I couldn't feel my own hands anymore. Despite of feeling nothing, I still pound it until I fell asleep.

I woke up next morning with wet sheets. I dreamt f*cking that guy.

"What's his name by the way?"
I thought then quickly took my phone and dialed his assistant who invited me to the party last time.

"Hello" He spoke cheerfully.

"Hi there. I need to know ur boss's name!" I went direct to my purpose of calling.

"Well um, he's busy now. But I can help u pass the message to him if u like!" He responded.

"Hey, I didn't say I have a message for him. I just need to know his name!" I was so annoyed.

"Oh, sorry. I wasn't attentive. His name is Type Thitiwat. The hottest model this century. U wanna paint his name?". I just hang up on him.

"He talks too much!" I spat.

After the morning hygiene, I went to open my shop. I sat there idle but my mind kept on thinking of Type's body. His soft skin. His sweet tongue..........

"Shit! I'm hard!".

I got up from my seat and head to the washroom. I washed my face and hands. I looked down just to see my member poking through the trouser.

"Damn u Type!" I cursed.

I tried to do some simple exercises until it went down. When I was ready, I went back to the shop.

I planned to go for a mini-shopping during the afternoon hours because some of my paints were winding up. I also needed to buy more frames so, it was unavoidable not to go there.

I was in the bus and the person sitting next to me was holding a magazine. I tried not to look at it but something caught my eye. It was a female model's magazine but I was surprised seeing Type's photo there.

"What the hell?!" I was very surprised.

"What's wrong?" That person asked.

"Sorry......Nothing!" I pretended.

After a while, I reached the supermarket and begun searching for my paints. Then I saw some advertisements on the screen displaying Type's projects. I was really impressed. I used to see his projects before but ever since I saw him in person, I believed that he was indeed more beautiful than on the screen.