His fingers continued their assault in a perfect rhythm, hitting my g-spot each time they plunged deep into my dripping heat as his tongue chose to nip and suck at the stimulating nub, heightening my sense of pleasure for the fourth time.
I knew my sheets would be ruined by the time he was done with me, and the thoughts ran sparks of excitement straight down to my core, my body jerking closer to his bulky form in between my legs.
My hands gripped and tugged his ebony curls as he pushed his tongue and a third finger into my hole, stretching me further and making me release a loud moan, my legs pushing against his broad shoulders.
The man had taken his shirt off after I'd tugged and ripped the black silk, the buttons lying somewhere on the staircase, right after his fingers had rended my slip dress. His slacks were still on, the bulge noticeably uncomfortable, while I was under him, naked, flushed and writhing in pleasure.
As his fingers began to move faster, to intensify the pleasure, the sound of 'Privileged' by the Weeknd broke our hot, want-filled bubble.
Using his right hand, the man pulled out the device from his black slacks, his mouth leaving my pussy as he straightened up, but kept his fingers moving inside me, curling them further.
I let out a soft moan in response, right when he pressed the answer button. His eyes darkened, silently commanding me to shut the hell up as he spoke in Greek.
Sexy motherfucker.
"Yes, I was aware." He said as he leaned over my form and started thrusting his fingers faster.
"No, Setne told me it was at 4 p.m." he muttered, his voice getting deeper.
"That is not my problem. He showed up early, then he should wait. I made it clear that I am available only then." He grunted, irritation floating off him.
As an effect, his fingers hooked onto my g-spot, his thumb rubbing slow circles on my clit, my whimpers growing consistently louder.
Hissing at me, he continued, "Shut up Chan, tell him to wait, or else he can leave. I will see him at 4, and that's final."
The commotion behind the phone started getting audible as I heard two guys trying to fight over the receiver, but one word I consistently heard was Ares. Lysias looked chagrined.
"Will you two shut the fuck up? Fucking brats, I'll be there in twenty." He vociferously responded, making the scene hotter than it already was, my moans becoming shriller as I chased my peak.
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𝑺𝒊𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 (𝟏𝟖+)
RomanceWhen a swivel of events land Jaslene Romero in jail, it's up to Aarirai to get her out. Desperate to release her sister-by-heart from the concrete block she's been thrown into, Aarirai Andal gets help from Lysias Efah, the only man in New York City...