ALMOST IS NEVER ENOUGH

Mort tried to call the maiden again but at that moment, she no longer answered. The green-eyed man quickly dialed Narco's number and fortunately the young man answered his call right away.

"Paradisò Hotel." Narco, who is currently drinking alcohol at the nearest bar next to the Coittè bar, greeted him. He was just opposite the resto-bar that Sumire and the production team have rented. It was just a coincidence that he saw the group enter the bar.

Narco watched Victoria's suspicious movements from the glassed-wall. Later, a public taxicab appeared parked in front of them. Victoria and Sumire boarded inside and left the place.

"What?" Mort asked.

"The place where she was taken." Narco uninterestingly replied.

"How did you know? I haven't said anything yet." Mort asked but Narco rudely ended up the call. The hunk wasted no time and immediately went to the Hotel Narco divulge.

At the luxurious presidential suite, Sumire was still unconscious when they arrived at the Paradisò Hotel where Victoria would carry out her hideous plan on the maiden while waiting for the five men who would complete her vicious ill will.

The maiden was lying invitingly on the king-size bed. She makes small movements as she felt the intense heat crawling all over her body caused by the wine. She looks like a delectable dessert on the table ready to be served to the hungry beasts.

"Sumire, this is your unluckiest night and my ticket to the win. Your fame, projects, spotlights, and adorations from your avid fans will finally be mine. You will lose everything that you love and suffer for the rest of your days. So stay there, and be a good girl. Somebody will take care of you tonight, "

Laughing like true villainy, Victoria said as she looked contemptuously at the maiden who was moaning and groaning in bed.

Five minutes later, a series of knocks bomb on the door of the exclusive suite. Eyes glint in deviltry, Victoria widely smiling victoriously as she sauntered towards the door. She was certain those were the men she was expecting to arrive.

When Victoria opened the door, Mort's dark expression with bloodlust visible in his eyes and the five men lying cold and lifeless on the floor appeared to her. His pair of emerald orbs glow menacingly in the dim hallway. Mort was standing in the pool of blood. He walks like Death himself, bringing death upon people who are on his way.

Victoria was shivering in terror as Mort towered her. Eyes glint dangerously.

"If you want to see more of the sunrise, clean this up," Mort commands in an ominous tone, he was referring to the five men corpses.

Victoria knelt in fear, lips, and hands trembling while staring at the cold bodies bath in their own blood. Mort didn't even wait for her to speak when he approached her. Standing massively tall, he grabbed the collar of Victoria's dress and Mort pulled her up with one hand and threw her towards the piles of dead bodies, out of the room.

Mort entered the suite and closed the door and locked it. Sumire's messy appearance greeted him, she was lying on the king-size bed sexily, slightly moaning.

"You're hopeless," Mort said and walked towards the bed. He throws a glance at her from the head down to the toe. She looks completely weak and defenseless.

He leaned and was about to lift the maiden out of the bed when Sumire's two hands took his hand that was on her neck. Sumire rubbed her fitted face against Mort's big palm and snuggled in there.

"This is warm ..." Sumire uttered while eyes firmly closed and plastered a sweet yet foxy smile on her lips. Mort let her hold his hand.

Sumire slowly opened her eyes and Mort's worried face appeared on her. She cupped his cheek and flashes a weak smile.

"Here you are again. Not a single dream of mine misses your presence..." Then slowly, leaving traces of her fingers on his face. From his eyes, to his exquisite nose and impeccable lips. "You even felt so real". She added in her ragged whisper.

Mort smirked.

"What did I do in your dream?" He asked while staring deeply into her eyes. He holds her hand that touching his face.

"You kissed me." Sumire honestly said.

"Where?" Mort asked again as Sumire smiled sweetly at him.

"Forehead." She said. A soft lips landed on her skin. Mort kissed her forehead tenderly. Sumire was still lying on the bed as Mort slowly came on top of her.

"Just continue. I will do everything I did in your dream." Mort said in a rugged voice. His hot breath started to crawl on her bare skin.

"You kissed me on my nose," eyes half open, the maiden added and Mort kissed the tip of her pointed nose.

"And my lip ... sh ..."

That very moment his lips brushed over her like a wave of warmth and all of her body reacted to him instinctively. Sumire encircle her hands on his neck and pulled him closer to deepened the kiss. Mort could taste the wine on her lips. Tongues fighting and intertwined, their kisses were needy, intense, and rough. Addictively, he invaded all her senses. Devouring one another, drowning in each other. There was only feeling and wanting. That was all. Later, their kisses slowed, becoming tender and infinitely more.

The kiss lasted a minute and Mort slightly parted away from the intense kiss but Sumire chased after his lips for more. Between their almost sealed lips, Mort asked in a deep, rough voice.

"What else?"

"Your lips kissing on my neck down to my navel ..."

Mort immediately obeyed. He leaned down and warmly licks her delectable neck. He sucks and leaves marks in there. She sexily moan and let out a ragged breath. While his lips were busy planting kisses on her neck, his hands were teasingly moving down. He unbutton her clothes and opened it. His hands went inside and skimmed over her skin. Mort expertly unhooked her brassiere. He removed it and throw it away. She was now exposed under his touch and her lovely busts perfectly fitted in his big palm.

Mort's kisses went down to her chest, and nibble her hardened nipples like a hungry baby. He sucked gently and kneaded them. Sumire let out an erotic moan and seems like she was enjoying what he did.

"Ugh ... Mort ..." With her devilishly cute accent, she had a sultry voice that sent him into an erotic trance and gave him a boner.

His kiss went down to her navel and Mort erotically licked it. He planted small hickeys on her tummy, marking his territory.

Mort was about to gaze up to meet the maiden's face when she pushed and guided his head down between her legs. He faced her innocent. Mort slowly lowered her panty down to her legs until it was completely removed and he threw it out of the bed.

Mort removed his necktie and upper garment and toss them out on the bed just next to where Sumire's brassiere is, revealing his massive pectoral and well-built frame.

He rose up to meet her hot, burning need. He positioned himself facing her intimate folds. Mort wasted no time and dived into her core. He tasted her, and she thrust her hips so far forward that his nose bumped up against her mound. Mort placed Sumire's right leg on his shoulder and lifted her. There he wildly licked her hungrily, darting his tongue between the ruffled folds, up and down, searching for the secretive warmth of her delectable cherry.

"Ugh ... mmm ... stop ..."

Sumire whined and arched her back in pleasure but Mort doesn't listen to her beg. Instead, he let out a growl that sounded like a feral beast who was enjoying devouring his prey. Sumire tightened her grip on Mort's hair, toes curled, and body trembling with the pleasure Mort gave to her. He licked, sucked, and thrust his tongue in and out, invading her inside, until she was completely lost in his touch. Mort almost drained her strength but he still didn't let her go and continued eating her up.

Sumire shivered involuntarily and she cums inside his mouth. Mort swallowed all her juices not letting a single drop escape from his mouth. He drains every last drop of cum out of her. Sumire's hand in his hair was now tightly clutching the bedsheet into a knot, legs quivering. After she releases, the maiden left completely loses her strength.

Mort lays her back on the bed and takes off his belt and lowered his pants and boxer to the hips. Unleashed the hard, pulsing shaft of his manhood sought out her most intimate part. Mort put her right leg back on his shoulder and rubbed his 10-inch shaft into Sumire's glistening pearl of her womanhood.

He was about to penetrate her when he heard the maiden's snoring. She slept innocently and soundly, leaving Mort hard and unsatisfied.

"Damn woman, this is the second time you had me boner." Mort cussed as he intensely looked at the maiden lying sultry and beautifully beneath him.

He leaned, and brought his face to her and look dangerously into her wet parted lips. Both strong hands clutched the bedsheet tightly.

He groaned.

"Fuck. I'll make sure you're sober if we do this next time. You better get yourself ready. I will never have mercy on you,"

He traces her blushed cheek with his thumb and gaze lowered back to her lips, eyes glow beastly. His hot sheath throbbed ready to impale her, grew even bigger at her entrance.

"Because the longer it takes me to get inside your mound, the rougher I'll be when I get there."