CRIMSON EMBRACE

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π| FORTY SIX

***This feeling, I hope that it is not over yet***

~Rachel~

She was gone when you came to from the heaven she had taken you to, multiple times, over the night.

Your vagina was aching, clenching and unclenching.

The sounds from your stomach indicated it was past noon.

You rolled out of bed naked, reaching for your nightgown.

You noticed how she had pit everything in order.

It was almost an impossible feat to walk the distance to the kitchen.

She had assisted with the arrangement of everything except your damn insides.

Carmen has rearranged your insides overnight but you sure as hell would want her doing so all over again with that dick.

Heat instantly travelled from your heart downwards and pooled in-between your thighs.

"Stop doing that," you groan as you reach for the coffee.

It was hard for your body -or any body whatsoever- to forget a night with a woman like Carmen.

It had been remarkable.

Your lips curled into a satisfied and yet shy smile.

But suddenly, you stilled, your hands gripping the handle of the mug so tightly that your knuckles lowly went white.

That is not why you are here

And it was true—sitting here, fantasizing over the woman who had dicked you down so hard into the bed wasn't part of the agenda.

You had worked your ass off to this point for a certain reason.

And your part you needed to play to get what it was you wanted.

Last night was just the start.

There would be more to come.

And you knew this, were sure because Carmen had said it herself last night.

The words.

"I need to taste you everyday," she had whispered while you whimpered underneath her.

"I need to feel you wrapped around my cock, all the time," she had announced, her hot breath fanning your cheeks.

You had whimpered as she thrust deep into you, her rod sinking far deeper into your heat.

"Car... Carmen," you had murmured her name, just as something built up in you.

You had known what it was—your crux from her strokes.

"Cum mama, cum for me," he voice had begged as her hands reached out to pinch your nipples.

And you had come, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you had arched back into her.

Skkrrr.

It was the sound of you abruptly standing from the table.

The coffee session was over.

You couldn't sit here and pine away over some woman who was bound to be back.

You had work to do.

And that included her.

Carmen.

~OmaPhinaPhire🔥