To die of pleasure
726 Words
"Céline, please," he begged. She still ignored him, showing him what those hands promised once she got them on his body. The sight of her in her panties alone was making him go crazy, then what she was doing was enough to take away the little sanity he had left. He would not sit and let her torture him, so he stood up and went over to her.
"Céline, stop." He said, raising his voice and grabbing her two hands and holding them above him.
"What should I stop doing- this?" She asked, releasing her right hand from his and using it to grab his c**k.
He opened his eyes immediately and looked down at her hand.
She was working it, just the way he rubbed her breast through her bra when it was still on a few minutes ago. Her hand was fulfilling one of its promises.
He moaned her name. He was still in his trousers, yet it felt so good.
Desperate now to have her hands touch him bare, he tried to unbuckle his belt. Céline halted him.
She started planting wet kisses on his bare chest, still rubbing his c**k, but faster. This woman was going to be the death of him.
He tried reaching out for her. He needed to at least touch her. Céline stoped him again.
"God, darling, you are killing me," he groaned.
Why did she suddenly feel the need to be in control? Before he had the time to think, Céline gently pushed him to the bed and was unbuckling his belt faster than he could have.
In less than two seconds, she had gotten rid of his trousers and boxers. She sat on the bed, now stroking his bare c**k, increasing the pace at which she did it with every passing second. "f**k! Baby, please don't stop." He moaned.
She did stop but started something even better. She knelt in front of him, spread his legs and took his c**k into her mouth. He grabbed her hair tightly but not tight enough to hurt her. She stroked and sucked, increasing the pace with each passing second. She was practically f*****g his c**k with her mouth.
Two things were certain. Either he died of pleasure tonight, or he was going to spend the rest of his life chasing this woman.
Sensing he was about c*m soon, he gently tugged her away. Céline may not like it getting into her mouth. She ignored him and instead increased the pace. He groaned, throwing his head back and supporting himself with his two hands on the bed. He was sure he would c*m with just three more strokes and her sucking him.
One. Two.
Brrrrrrrrg. Her phone buzzed. She stopped immediately, her mouth still on his c**k. He hissed. The f*****g phone chose now of all time to ring.
"Ignore it."
"I'm sorry I can't. It could be my aunt," She said, standing up.
"Can't she wait? Damn, I was just about to...."
"No." she replied, cutting him off and picking the call.
"Hey, aunt." A little pause. Her aunt was speaking from the other end. "What! Oh, my God, hang on, aunt. I am on my way." she said, hastily picking up her top. She cut the call and wore the top immediately.
"What's going on?" Damien asked
"Oh my God-my-my aunt, oh my God, I'm sorry, I have to go." She was stammering and looked worried. She threw on her pants, repeatedly saying sorry.
"It's okay. I understand. You can go ahead and meet your aunt. I'll give you a ride." he tried to calm her down. He stood and started to put on his clothes.
"No, no, no need, don't bother, I'll be fine. You don't need to ride me back."
"I need to, isn't it an emergency? Besides, it's late. I insist." he replied
"No. It is fine. I can manage. Thanks for the offer. I will take a cab. It is not that late to find one."
Why was she insisting?
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, thanks." She said, opening the door. "Bye." She shut the door. She had left him completely unsatisfied.
Sighing, he lay down on the bed. A few minutes later, he heard the front door close.
Damien was going to spend the rest of his life chasing that woman. That he knew.
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