Frieah subconsciously moans feeling the man's fingers touching her collar bone. In an instant, her body lit up and responded a little impatiently. She was looking for more. Aiming to ease the uncanny heat that filled her body.
“Please . . . I'm begging you. Help me,” she pleaded while rubbing her legs into the man's thighs. She can already feel his heavy breathing. For she might not know what she's doing, but her body does.
“I-I know you wanted me too,” she teased. Feeling the huge bulge in the man's crotch. She wanted it, that's all she knows.
“Vanessa . . .” Freiah was feeling the urge to do better hearing his panting and raspy voice. It sounded so sexy that it made her gush with her juices. Feeling light-headed, she even leaned closer to the man whom she believes can help her.
“Please, help me . . .” Freiah held the man's hand and slowly led it to where she's feeling the urge to be immediately touched. Her smooth sweating hands were shaking, but she was beyond determined.
“We should satisfy this, then.” Frieah's breathing almost stopped when the man teased her little fold while she's still in her wet underwear. She can no longer explain the feeling that she's been through. Frieah felt her body was being lifted. He was carrying her somewhere she didn't care. All her attention was focused on the man's alluring smell and his breathing that sends tons of electricity to her sensitive body. She can feel how her folds react whenever the man rubs her leg with his big and warm palm. These feelings were new to her. And she only wants nothing but to be sated and take her uncomfortable feelings away.
“Sir . . . Please . . .” she mumbled between her restricted moans.
“You are a little impatient, b***h. Have you forgotten my name?”
“I-I don't care. Just please, touch me down here. It's killing me,” said Frieah, who can no longer weigh the words proper and improper. Right and wrong and just wanted to be selfish.
The man slowly put Frieah back on her feet when they finally reached the lift.
“Uhm . . .” She was unstoppable. Frieah jumped and flung herself on him. The man was now carrying her again with her leg tightly mounted into the man's waist. She couldn't help herself. Freiah was kissing him torridly even though she had no experience at all. He was dumbfounded for a moment at how aggressive Freiah was.
“Call me by my name. Say my name and I'll bring you to heaven, again and again, Vanessa,” he said while licking and teasing Freiah's earlobe. His kisses were now starting to get wild as well as Freiah's actions. The man couldn't help but smile, feeling Freiah's hand trying to reach his bulge. She was like a little girl desperate to get herself a treat.
“Zeus . . . Say my name, Vanessa. Moan my name. Say, Zeus . . . Make me want you more,” he whispered in Freiah's ear.
“Oh! Oh, God! Uhmmm . . . Yes, Zeus baby, please . . .” Frieah was beyond control by the aphrodisiac in her body. She was acting like a wild b***h, which made Zeus want to ravage her. His tall figure kneeled on the elevator's floor and lifted one of Frieah's legs to his shoulder. Zeus can already smell her precious flower scent. Memories of the past lovemaking with his wife stormed on his head.
“You still smell so good, Vanessa,” Zeus' wanton desire to Frieah grew even wilder. His adrenaline rushed as his heart began rapidly beating. For after five years, this was the first time he felt alive in s*x again. His stiff rod began throbbing like it wanted to be freed and explode.
“Ah! Zeus . . . Yes, just like that. Uhm, yeah,” Frieah shamelessly moaned when she felt Zeus was giving her wet fold the attention that it needed. He licked and smoothened her soaking wet folds as if it's the most delicious food he ever tasted. He tasted every angle of Freiah's wet fold.
“God! Uhm. . . Ah! Zeus, more!” She was gasping for air, feeling she was on a race, and it seemed like she could no longer hold it.
“I-I'm going to pee . . . Ah!” Frieah immediately came. Her knee became wobbly as she pulled Zeus' hair and made him lick her deeper. Her slim waist swayed to the rhythm that sends her to heaven.
On the other hand, Zeus was just getting started. He teases Freiah's clit as he licks her overflowing wet folds.
When the elevator opened. Zeus came out while carrying Frieah in a bridal position. He couldn't help but licked his lip savoring Freiah's taste.
“Uhm. . . More, I still want more.” Zeus' smile crept as he quickened his steps when he heard Frieah's words. Her body was twitching, wanting for more.
When they finally reached his secret room, Zeus threw Frieah into the king-size bed.
He tore her little fitted metallic dress and mercilessly grabbed her black underwear.
In his mind, her wife was now exposed to him again after long years. He was right, she was still alive. Anger and desire crept into his heart. He's been longing for her the whole time.
“Zeus . . . Please want me too. Nobody wanted me. I'm no better than my older sister. Just this time, I want to feel that I am being wanted. Make me feel it . . .” He was dumbfounded by Freiah's words, for she was acting like a different person.
“You’re still perfectly acting even in the influence of drugs,” He blurted out. Confusion is written all over his handsome face. His thick eyebrows narrowed together with his patience.
“What are you up to this time?”
“Want me too. Please. . .”
Zeus can no longer hold back looking at Freiah's lip slightly parted. All his negative thoughts perished and were replaced with desire. He firmly stood and elegantly unbuckled his belt while still fervently looking at the gorgeous woman who was now served in his bed. He was still standing naked at the bedside when he decided to pull Freiah's leg and bring her closer to the edge of the bed. Zeus can now see Freiah's perfect p***y that looks untouched. He pondered for a moment but was taken over by his desire later on. He looked at Freiah again who was now looking at him too. Her eyes were full of anticipation and mixed emotions. Zeus slowly positioned his stiff rod into Freiah's wetness. And without a word, he had made his first thrust.
“Uhm . . .” Freiah's body froze. Tears began flowing from her closed eyes. She feels like she was struck and was painfully torn apart. Her jaw clenched and slowly loosened her stiff body.
“f**k! What is this, Vanessa?” Zeus's angry voice made Freiah shiver. She bit her lower lip trying to suppress the pain and her sobs.
“Please . . . Just want me. Please,” She pleaded.
“You’re definitely a cunning woman! You will pay for this.” Zeus angrily proclaimed. And without a word, he even trusted deeper. Freiah's body becomes sensitive again with the help of an aphrodisiac. The pain that she felt was now taken over with so much lust.
“ Oh, f**k. You wanted this, b***h?” He started moving mercilessly. Freiah, who was under the drug influence, was now moaning like a b***h with a whip. Pain, pleasure, and excitement filled her system. This is what she's been looking for.
“Oh. . . Ah, God! Ah.” Her moan became a scream as her tears and sweat began dripping.
“You like this so much, huh.”
“Y-yes, ahhh, ahhh, Zeus . . . Zeus . . . God! Ahhh,” Freiah screamed even louder as she reached her third climax. But Zeus is not done yet. He lifted Frieah's almost unconscious body and made her kneel to the floor. Her huge but was now pointing at him like it was trying to lure him.
Her throat was getting dry but she still couldn't help but whimper whenever Zeus' movement became faster and faster.
“This is what you wanted, b***h. You are not allowed to pass out yet.” Freiah can no longer understand things when she reaches her fourth climax. Her body was shaking while experiencing her mind-blowing fourth release. She collapses on the floor while still heavily breathing. Zeus was on the brink of Cumming, shooting his loads up to Freiah's womb.
“Let's do this again next time you're wide awake,” he said while taking the woman from the floor and gently putting her back to the bed. An evil smile crept on his lip when he saw the fresh blood on the bed's white sheet.
“You are the worst, Vanessa. Nevertheless, you are still mine even after what you did.”
Zeus lay down next to the woman who was now soundly sleeping. His thoughts were wandering. He still wanted her but not with a dead body. He subconsciously drifted to sleep while his huge rod was still pointing at the ceiling.