ERASTHAI SERIES BOOK 4: Marrying Mr. Greek Scoundrel (COMPLETED)

FORTY FIVE

Warning: This chapter contains explicit scene. Please read at your own risk.

Mahigpit ang hawak ni Mirkov sa kaniyang isang kamay habang naglalakad patungo sa east wing. Malalaki ang mga hakbang nito at sinusubukan niyang makahabol rito. She is excited as much as he is. It has been a long time since they made love to each other.

And she is aching for him as much as he is aching for her.

Kaya naman pagkabukas na pagbukas pa lamang ng pintuan ng chamber ay marahas siyang isinandal ng binata doon. Ang dalawa niyang kamay ay nasa ibabaw ng kaniyang ulo. He crashed his lips on hers. Punung-puno iyon ng pananabik at pagnanasa.

Binitawan nito ang kaniyang kamay ngunit hindi pinaghiwalay ang kanilang mga labi. Walang sali-salita nitong isa-isang hinubad ang kaniyang mga saplot hanggang sa wala nang matira doon. Habang siya naman ay isa-isa na ring inaalis ang butones ng suot nitong polo. Parehong naging abala ang kanilang mga kamay. Habang abala ito sa sensuwal na pagmasahe sa iba't ibang parte ng kaniyang katawan ay abala naman siya sa pag-aalis ng sinturon na ito.

Saglit nitong pinaghiwalay ang kanilang mga labi at ito na mismo ang nag-alis ng sinturon, pati na rin ng suot na jeans.

His manhood sprang free, like an animal that broke free from its cage. She caress it, and kneel in front of him.

"Ugh, fuck!" Mahigpit nitong hinawakan ang kaniyang ulo at kusang gumalaw ang balakang. May halong panggigigil ang bawat galaw ng bewang ng binata. Nang umangat ang tingin niya rito ay nakatingala na ang binata at awang ang labi.

Her confidence is soaring after seeing Mirkov's lustful face. Mas pinag-igi pa niya ang galaw ng bibig at dila. She shivered everytime he tries to plunge all of him inside her mouth. He's too big for her mouth and he almost hit the back of her throat. Mariin niyang naipikit ang mga mata at mahigpit na nahawakan ang hita nito.

"Oh, I'm c*mm*ing, omorfos. Shit! Shit!" He is delirious.

He pulled out from her mouth. Nagtaas-baba ang kamay nito sa sariling alaga. He turned his back on her and shoot all of his seeds on the floor. "Ahh, fuck! That feels so good." Nakatingala nitong sabi, bumabagal na ang paggalaw ng kamay.

But his soldier still hasn't come down even after reaching his peak. It is still standing tall and proud; still ready to take on any battle. "We aren't done yet."

Napatili siya nang bigla siya nitong binuhat patungo sa kama.

Nararamdaman niya ang unti-unting pagkabasa ng sarili. She could feel her love juices oozing in anticipation. And when Mirkov parted her legs and rubbed himself on her, she almost lost her breath.

"Please, Mirkov." She hissed, napahawak siya ng mahigpit sa bedsheet.

"Please, what?" Hinihingal rin na sabi nito. His eyes are full of desire. "What do you want me to do, Nairam?" He is teasing her while constantly rubbing himself on her. Mahigpit ang hawak nito sa magkabila niyang hita, ngunit hindi naman siya nasasaktan doon.

"Give it to me, please." She frustratedly said. Nanginginig na ang magkabila niyang tuhod. She wants to feel him. Her whole being is aching for him.

"Give you what, Nairam?"

"Your fucking rod!" Lumaki ang ngisi ni Mirkov nang marinig ang pagmumura niya. He suddenly plunged himself into her, at halos mapaarko ang kaniyang likuran dahil doon. She felt so much satisfaction. Idinagan nito ang katawan sa kaniya.

"Am I heavy?" He asked while planting small kisses on her cheeks.

Umiiling-iling siya at niyakap ang likod nito. Malalim ang kaniyang paghinga. The warmth from Mirkov's chest is intoxicating. Nagbablangko ang isip niya, nalalasing ang katawan sa sensasyon.