𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ||ᴀᴍʙᴡ

𝟮.𝟬

His soft lips touched mine, and I froze as he kissed me. He gently held my neck with his hand as he deepened the kiss.

"Wait," I said as I pulled back. "We can't," I muttered.

"Tell me you're not wet for me right now, and I'll stop. Tell me your pussy isn't screaming to be licked, sucked, and fucked by me. Tell me you don't want me," he replied, placing gentle kisses on my neck.

I couldn't say anything as he continued to kiss me all over.

"You can blame it on the alcohol if it makes it easier," he said, capturing my lips once more.

Deep down, I knew exactly what I was doing. I let him kiss my lips and suck on my neck, placing his mark on me.

When he reached my breasts, he pulled off my top, revealing them. He leaned down and sucked one nipple while squeezing the other in his hand—kneading, pulling, and stretching. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. My vagina throbbed; I wanted him so badly.

He sucked on one breast, then gave the other the same attention. His lips trailed lower to my stomach, placing tiny kisses until he reached my pelvic area. I lifted my hips so he could pull off my skirt. As soon as it came off, he wasted no time diving in. He licked my clit like a starving man, savoring every taste. Then, he began sucking on my clit. I moaned his name as he sucked, and I struggled to close my legs, but he held them open.

He thrust his tongue inside me while using a finger to rub my clit. A sharp jolt shot through my body as he fucked me with his tongue and rubbed my clit.

"I'm cu-cumming," I managed to let out, but he didn't stop. He continued, draining me as he kept his tongue inside my hole. I came hard, and he licked his lips, satisfied.

"Come here," he said hoarsely. He stood at the edge of the bed. I crawled over to him as he dropped the towel, revealing his erect dick. He was fairly big—about 8 or 9 inches, I assumed—and pre-cum oozed from the tip.

"Do you see how hard you make me?" he said. "Open your mouth," he commanded.

I obliged, opening my mouth as he thrust his dick inside, fucking my throat as if using it as a cock sleeve. He pushed his dick deeper, and I felt it lying down my throat. I gripped his legs, reminding myself to breathe. He held it in my throat for a few seconds.

"Breath, daarin," he said as he gently caressed my throat. He pulled out, and I coughed, but before I could recover, he thrust back into my mouth. He held my neck as he fucked my throat, his grunts of pleasure making my pussy tingle. Finally, he pulled out and spurted his cum onto my breasts. I coughed when he pulled out, and he kissed my forehead, telling me I did well.

He lifted me up and carried me to the bath, which, surprisingly, was already filled with water. He wiped me down gently, cleaning me up. We lay there in silence until reality hit me.

I had cheated on Jamal.

I frowned, feeling my chest tighten. I guess he sensed that I was sad because he turned me around and kissed my forehead, then my shoulders. I buried my face into his neck, not wanting him to see me cry.

"I'm sorry," I muttered. "I think this was a mistake."

He frowned, his eyes darkening. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I have a boyfriend. This won't work," I said, lifting myself off him.

"Boyfriend?" he asked, squeezing his fist tightly, as if trying to control himself.

"It's fine," he replied after calming down.

"No, it's not. I'm sorry, Kenji, but this won't work. In a few days, I'll be gone—back to my normal life, and so will you. I have a life back home," I explained.