Wet and begging
(Shania)
“Are you certain… Isa, I think you need to be careful,” I said while inserting the Bluetooth Into my ear. I was talking to Isabella over the phone while I was getting ready to go out for a quick run. It was another day, the second day spent at the Kingston mansion.
It wasn't easy, especially with Madeline acting all nice like a good mother. Isabella was busy complaining about having two men in her life who wanted her. I knew my friend decided not to have anything with other men, but if her heart wanted to explore…then she could go with it
“Great, I'm going for a run now… I'll meet you at the golf club in three hours,” I said, cutting the call and concentrating on tying on my shoelaces and tying my hair in a high ponytail. She was wearing black training leggings and a black bra with black sneakers
“Okay time to go,” I said and grabbed my phone and some AirPods and walked to the door
It was early in the morning and the mansion was quiet. I guessed everyone was still sleeping. I didn't make any noise as I made my way down the passageway leading to the stairs. Before I could reach anywhere, something caught me off guard. The sound of rock music playing from the room next to me,
I had to retake my steps and go back to see what was going on in the room
The door was slightly open; therefore I could see what was happening. Whose room was this? It was bigger than mine and had a lot of training equipment.
Peeking inside, my jaw dropped at the sight of a half-naked man in only tight white boxers. Swallowing hard, my throat had gone dry. He was doing push-ups while he was on his four on the small black mat on the floor. I wanted to look away knowing this was unacceptable
But my eyes didn't agree, the rest of my body denied moving away from there. The man was toned, all muscles, and ripping. From the size of his biceps and triceps to his hard chest. I knew this because I touched and felt his chest
His eight abs, how on earth did he have an eight-pack? He was hot, his hairy legs so strong and see. I didn't understand why I was admiring my enemy. Christian was a specimen, straight out of a painting. The way his hair seemed wet and falling over his face. The groans that escaped his slightly parted lips whenever he did a hard pose had me squeezing my thighs tightly. The way his back muscles were flexing each time he did a push-up had me gasping for air
I could feel gold liquid dripping down my neck and inside my bra, and my belly was wet with sweat… why was this man so good-looking
Of all men, he should have been ugly. So ugly that girls would run away from him. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Even the facial expressions he was making him look handsome
He was done with push-ups; hence he rose to his feet. Even his ass was firm and begging to be squeezed. He turned around, and I was forced to hide away from him. Peeking to see, my hands immediately moved to my mouth to prevent any sounds. His front bulged. He was probably hard, he stared down at himself and tugged at the waistband of his boxers. The outline of his cock was even more visible
For goodness's sake, what temptation was this? Why were my eyes doing this to me? If the devil caught me checking him out, he would taunt me for life. But to hell with it, just watching him made me feel a burning sensation between my thighs. I was throbbing, my juicing dripping down and feared the legging I was wearing would be drenched
“I should go,” even my voice was hoarse and strained. Regaining my wits, I was about to flee from there when suddenly
“Good morning sweetheart…done watching the show,” I heard Christian say huskily. Biting my lower lip, I vowed not to turn around knowing full well he would taunt me
“, it's not good to be playing loud music so early in the morning,” I spat out after I was fully calm, the man grabbed my arm unexpectedly and dragged me inside his room and slammed the door shut
“The family already left, my sisters went to school, and dad and stepmom are still sleeping,” he muttered while reaching for my face. He had me trapped against the wall and his hard form. I could feel his heart beating against my chest
“Let…let go… I'm getting late,” I said while struggling to keep away,
“You liked what you saw…do…you perhaps want to try working out with me,” he whispered while trailing his finger from the sides of my face, to my chin. I shrugged him off, but he grabbed my hand tight and
“Little sis, want to have a touch,” he murmured and led my hand down his lower part. Damn, he was so hard that I could see his cock even with a fabric “feel it, he wants you too,” he rested my hand on his bulge. He exhaled heavily when my hand was on him
“Stop it now…this,” I whispered and tried to remove my hand but to my surprise, he had lowered his boxers and his long hard cock sprouted out and was in my hand
“Touch me damn it,” he mumbled while looking straight into my eyes, I was hesitant. I was not sure what to do,
“Christian. Stop this now… you are being impossible and,” I scolded him when he cut me off with a kiss, I was caught surprised when he made me grip his cock while he kissed me softly. His lips tasted so delicious. The hard yet soft thing felt so warm and delicate. I was lost in his kisses,sucking on his exquisite tongue. I didn't even realize he was guiding me as I stroked him up and down,
“Baby,” he mumbled in between kisses. By now I was kissing him back, pushing up against him while rubbing my thumb over the head of his cock, he shivered against me
damn, I wanted this, he was large, and I wanted him in my mouth or inside me. He lifted me just enough for me to straddle him. I increased the pace. Stroking him up and down, and he moaned and left my mouth before biting my lower lip hard
“Fuck this baby, more,” he moaned as he set me down and leaned on my shoulder. I was bewitched as I gathered courage, not sure where it came from. But I found myself playing with him. my right hand was stroking his dick while the other played with his balls. He groaned and bit down on my shoulder. Nibbling the flesh between his teeth, the pain felt so good. Before I knew it, I started moaning too
“Chris, ah,” I stopped stroking him when gripped his shoulders and forcefully flipped him until he was the one against the wall.
“Take it easy,” he whispered when I trapped his arms above his head and started kissing him. Biting his flesh, down his neck, his throat, and his chest. He moaned and let me do as I wanted. I began rubbing myself against his cock…dry humping him, he seemed tortured that he struggled out of my hold and cupped my face and took my mouth for a hot kiss. Funny noises escaped our sealed mouths, he grabbed me by the hips and pushed me up, grabbed my ass and squeezed me tightly
He tugged at the waistband of my legging and dragged it down just enough to expose my pussy. I felt his dripping cock, brush against my belly
“Take me now,” I whispered leaving his mouth, both of us were breathless, gasping for air and intoxicated with lust. He was an inch from being inside me. Christian nodded and lifted me off the floor and carried me to his bed
He carefully put me down and dragged my legging all the down before getting rid of his boxers. The tension between us was something else. The need to satisfy each other was imperative that I didn't care about anything apart from having Christian inside me and fucking me senseless
Regrets would happen afterwards, he smirked as he stared at me with interest. He was barbaric and a complete playboy. The way he started kissing me from the thigh up to my pussy, I moaned and gripped the sheets tightly
Parting my legs, so he could suck me down there. To give me the pleasure I was craving.
“So fucking wet… Just for me,” I heard him murmur, but I was too much in feeling good hearing his dirty talks "do you want daddy to fuck you hard, to make you come" he mumbled while biting her earlobe hard that coaxed a response from me. it was like wanted to eat all of me. He positioned himself between my legs and was about to enter me when we heard Madeline's voice, and she was calling Christian. Immediately, my soul left my body when there was a knock.
