Sex Addiction ✔

11

Cayden's POV.

I pass the night at the club.

When I am half-asleep, the end of the bed suddenly sinks. I open my eyes and see a slender woman kneeling at the foot of the bed. She is naked, crawling forward on her knees. Halfway through, she realizes I am awake and freezes in panic.

"Sir, I..."

Her eyes show a hint of fear, and her shoulders shrink as she tries to retreat.

The silver moonlight illuminates her waist and thighs through the window. I look at every curve of her body and find it perfect.

Her reaction is strange; she freezes, not daring to move forward or backward. I feel a rush of heat to my belly and instinctively reach out, dragging her to the center of the bed and pressing her down.

She struggles, and I whisper in her ear, "Don't move."

I carefully lick her earlobe and notice a small red mole behind her ear. I move down from her lips to her nipple, one hand gently touching her labia and clitoris.

Something slippery slowly starts to flow from somewhere.

My fingers continue to caress her petals and the small bud hidden inside, gradually becoming coated with the lubricating fluid. I lift my hand to look, and she shyly averts her gaze.

I spread her legs wide apart, and she covers her face.

"Are you new here?" I ask. She seems so inexperienced.

She didn't hear my question because I've inserted my fingers into the gap while asking. She whimpers softly.

Her body starts to tremble, becoming rigid at some point, then goes limp.

"So soon?" I say, lying between her legs.

She shyly covers her face, and I try to pull her hands away. She breaks free from my grip and covers her face again.

Now it's my turn. I sit up, lift her legs, and let them wrap around my waist. I enter her body, and as she moans, my sweat falls on her face.

But she soon gets tired and pushes against my chest, pleading, "A break. Just a short break."

Her voice is already hoarse, and her body is drenched in sweat. Feeling a bit sorry for her, I pull out. But while she is resting, I lift her legs and press them against her chest.

"I'm just looking, not going in," I say.

She bites her lip and stares at the ceiling, motionless.

I patiently caress her body until her fluid starts to flow down her buttocks. I spread her petals apart to examine closely, and my breathing becomes heavier.

"Finished?" she asks softly, ready to lower her legs.

I hold her down, my voice hoarse, "Don't move."

I press my hardness against her soft spot.

"What are you doing?" she asks, looking at the ceiling, her voice a bit puzzled.

I don't answer and push harder to enter.

"No... I'm not ready yet..." She tries to get up, and I press her down.

She starts to cry, "You promised me a break."

I don't answer. Her body holds paradise inside, and I can't stop myself.

"It hurts," she cries, kicking her legs.

I lie on top of her, panting, sweat dripping onto her face and bare body, I say, "don't cry, your tears make my heart ache."