A Kiss To Baccara

Chapter 21

WARNING: Mature contents ahead. Read at your own risk.

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CHAPTER 21.

EVERYTHING I'VE EVER wanted was always for the benefit of our family and organization. I couldn't remember when I wanted something for myself. I was raised to be someone like my father-fierce, heartless, ruthless, and no room for any emotion that can become my weakness.

But, at that moment, I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to do something for myself this time. I wanted to embrace this feeling just for now, and just be honest wtuh myself.

Mariin siyang napapikit, na para bang napugto na ang huling hibla ng pagtitimpi at pagpipigil niya. It made the sides of lips rise in both amusement and lust.

Napasinghap ako nang biglang humigpit ang pagkakahawak niya sa magkabilang bewang ko at sa isang iglap, nakahiga na ako sa kama habang nakaluhod siya sa ibabaw ko, at sobrang lapit ng mukha niya sa akin na nararamdaman ko ang pagtama ng mainit niyang hininga sa mukha ko.

My heartbeat started to double due to anticipation. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, and crashed my quivering lips on his.

I have kissed a lot of people in this lifetime. And even though this wasn't our first kiss, the way his lips molded with mine still gave me that same fluttery and dizzying feeling I felt back in the library. But, this time, his kiss was more aggressive, and passionate, and needy. As if my lips were the water for his thirst. As if my lips were the oasis he found in the middle of the desert.

Nagsalubong na ang mga kilay ko dahil sa bilis ng galaw niya, halos hindi na ako makahabol at makahinga. I wasn't wearing anything under my bathrobe, kaya sa isang hila niya lang sa tali, bumungad na agad sa kaniya ang kahubdan ko. The coldness of the room wrapped around my body, but it wasn't enough to kill the burning fire inside my body.

He stopped for a bit to explore my body with his stare, and it felt like his eyes had lasers because it felt hot and warm wherever his eyes would land.

He dipped again to reclaim my lips. And while he was busy kissing me, his hands sneaked on my boobs and I groaned when he started kneading them, as if it was the softest dough. Slowly at first, and gradually increased the speed.

I hissed in between his lips when he flicked my nipple with his finger. And when he pinched both of my peaks, I gasped, and he took it as a chance to sneak his tongue inside my mouth and kiss me deeper.

The sound that our crashing lips and tangling tongues made were making me feel more aroused. And each time that passed, I become more and more drunk not from the alchohol, but from this addicting feeling he's making me feel.

I've never felt this pleasured. I've had sex with other guys, but I've never felt this mind-blown, and he was only kissing me and massaging my chest right now, damn it!

Bumaba sa leeg ko ang mga halik niya, at papunta sa dibdib ko. I kept biting my lips everytime his hot mouth would cover my nipples, and the rough but wet feeling of his tongue playing with them.

His other hand went down to cup me down there, and when he got a feel of how wet I was, he looked up at me just to smirk, and said, "You're this wet for me, huh."

"It's just a phycological thing, because you're touching me, and I'm drunk," I said, my voice hoarse and raspy.

I instantly shut my eyes and a moan escaped my lips when I felt his finger pressing my sensitive nub. And when he flicked it, I convulsed.

Heat instantly filled my cheeks. For god's sake, Quincy, he's only starting and you already came!?

He chuckled. "Cute."