The Liability

Chapter 17

Louisa's POV

As he looked up at me from below, a smirk played across his lips. I felt myself writhing at the torturous looks. I tried to remain still.

His breath felt hot on my skin, as goosebumps prickle across my body, making the hair on my arms stand up. Every touch feels like a volt of electricity sparking through my veins like lightning surging in water. I was going crazy with my thoughts alone, no doubt even more so in this current situation.

Finally willing myself, I look down at him. His muscled broad shoulders peering behind his head. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I watched his long strong fingers stroke between folds, while his thumb continues rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves. I meet his eyes, with my face no doubt strained from pleasure. My teeth are chewing through my lip as I try to suppress my moans.

Carefully and devilishly gauging my reactions through his darkened lustful eyes, he turned me on more. Everything about him was so unapologetic. As much as I should be beating myself up about caving in to his charm, I knew deep down it was only a matter of time before I could barely look at him without ripping his clothes off.

Slowly inserting a finger, I feel myself suck in a breath as my walls clench around it. He curses to himself "fuck you're so tight"

My whimper at the stretching sensation seemed to fuel the fire of desire that takes control of him, and as he picks up the pace I can feel my stomach knotting in an excruciating pleasure.

Relentlessly fucking me with his finger, I am a sweating mess. My hand without instruction latches on to my nipple as I pinch and fondle my breast to keep the high I'm feeling going.

I feel his eyes glaring at me, and I peer down realizing he doesn't want me to touch myself. I grumble but take the hint. As his finger curls into the depth of my walls

I let out guttural cry as I choke on the euphoric sensation. My hips buck up.

"I-I can't t-take it... please Hugo." I cry out.
He grunts, connecting his mouth to my arousal as he continues to fuck my hole with his talented fingers.

I gasp at the feeling and throw my head back. He moves his finger in and out, flicking his tongue rhythmically against my clit, lapping up the wetness.

Suddenly blowing air on my clit to further stimulate me, I feel like I may go mad, as I let out a squeal that leaves me embarrassed. My cheeks feel warm.

Moans escape my lips while my hands are wrapped tightly in the bed sheets. As he moves up to me, my hands latch into his hair lightly tugging at the strands as he continues his merciless attack on my cunt.

He works his finger in and out.

I feel my insides clench around him a second time, this time, I cannot restrain the dam protecting the flood rising in my core. I stare at him alarmed and with urgency. These sensations completely foreign to me, despite my movements being instinctual.

Screwing my eyes shut at the pressure building I roll my head back and finally manage to speak the few words I needed to "I-I think I'm going to come Hugo.."

His eyes bore into mine as a sinister look takes on his face, "not yet princess" he says sternly.
My pleads become more desperate. "Hugo." I muster out.

And finally when he can see I've nearly gone mad, he leans into whisper against my ear "now."

That's all it takes. My nails dig into his shoulders, as I hold on for dear life.

My body squirms in a possessed looking way as I feel a warm sensation drip down my legs. Dragging his expert tongue up my calves to my thighs, he relishes in the remnants of my first orgasm.

His eyes are trained on mine and as he brings his glistening fingers to his lips, slowly opening his mouth, and sucking on the evidence of my ecstasy and undoing. I feel like someone completely different.

When he brings his fingers to my lips, urging me to part them, I do it without him having to ask. I accept his large fingers in the my mouth as I suck on them, I look up at him through exhausted lids, with a sultry stare. In return he has a new expression I can't decipher. But, judging by his rock hard hard-on, I can tell that he is turned on.

While I've never had sex and most of the feelings and actions involved in that hot moment are foreign, I know the terms.

Deep down, I liked knowing I had the ability to turn him on. As he plopped down on the bed next to my exhausted self, I, without thinking inch closer and lay my head against his chest, finally falling into a sleep.
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As the darkness caves in, she slips into a dreamlike state of sleep. The night sky darkening the room, to an onlooker the scene would appear as two lovers interlaced together in a warm loving embrace. But this mere suggestion is far from the truth. For this was no such simple feat. But the beginning of an ordeal.

But in that moment, it wasn't worth fretting over. The pleasure and lust was all that dictated their movements. Nothing more and nothing less... so it seemed.