TEASER
"WE SHOULD f**k. Like right now, right here. Hard, fast. Pin you down, kiss you roughly, look you in the eyes and f**k you like you’ve never f****d someone before."
Creux utters sexily and closed the door. He has the perfect play in mind to catch this sultry vixen. Creux stepped closer to Clair with a mischievous smile formed on its lips. They were in an expensive and exclusive brothel room for the rich. Clair step backed away but the man keeps getting closer until she was finally cornered by him.
Clair gasped audibly as Creux's face slowly approached and his hand traveled over her entire body, caressing and exploring her gently until it reached her back. Creux's left hand slid down Clair's cheek as his right hand gently opened the zipper of her seductive dress.
Clair could feel his hot breath travels on her lips that only a few inches would have touched. They stared at each other with the same intensity of growing desire visibly written on their faces.
"f**k, I can't hold it anymore ..."
Creux's voice was hoarse and it tightened his grip on Clair's waist making the girl feel how hard he is down there. His face dropped to Clair's neck giving the girl an excitement that sent shivers down her spine.
The girl's mischief arose and she bit Creux's ear lightly and took a hot breath and ran her tongue over the young man's cheek. Creux releases a hollow moan from what Clair did as the fire that embers within him devour him.
"No one can get me ... Even you Creux."
Clair said in a soothing tone, enticing him to want her for more. She deliberately touched her nose and lips to Creux's cheek making him burn in desire. And finally, Clair left in front of him when sensuous music started to play without him noticing.
"f**k!"
When the sensual music starts again, the gorgeous woman in his brothel step in and started to dance in the seductive rhythmic melody of lust, that captures the hearts of men in the room. Old rich men began to worship her lustfully and salivas dripped out from their mouths, arousal can be seen in their preyed eyes.
Chatters broke the place.
"I want her.."
"I want to ravish her luscious body..."
"I want to have a rough night with her.."
"f**k! f**k!" Creux cussed himself and step on the stage. He grabbed Clair by the wrist and pull her out of the brothel house and made their way to Morosov's manor.
Shower room...
He drove his tongue inside her as he opens up the shower which made them soak in wet, hot water. Moans and groans echoed. Setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. Clair grabbed his hair, yanked, and pulled him closer. Creux tore her dress leaving her wet and naked under his palm, and eyed her lustfully. He thrust one finger inside her which made her dance in the rhythm of water, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered in pleasure against him, her legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look at her, he saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing red.
"The sexiest business deal ever."
