Make her wet
“I don't get it” Shania exclaimed confused as she stared at Christian and then at George and Madeline. It was dinner, like every time she had to endure eating with the so-called family. And just now, Christian said something about an annual car racing competition she had to follow him to
“Sweetie, other than managing the business… Chris has been car racing since his high school days…” Madeline said, like some proud mother. Of course, Shania didn't feel good about it. Especially when her mom sounded so proud of Christian. Like some typical mother and son relationship
“Yes that's right…this fool here is our champ, he has a racing competition going on in London, one of his friends is hosting it” George chimed in, and she saw how Christian was grinning from ear to ear. Shania was against this. Shania wasn't part of them, she wasn't rich and wanted nothing to do with their family status. Especially going somewhere with Christian
“Little sis…it will be good for you, I'm sure you want to leave Canada and see the world…it's beautiful out there,” Christian said mischievously, his eyes shining with fake love as a sister. Because Shania knew deep down he was a bastard after her
“I must apologize, but I have work…remember I'm a waitress at a bar I told you about …they need me there,” she said, shaking her head, it was best to stay back. She even had sessions with SM. Having Christian go to London for a whole week was heaven to her
“Sweetie, you don't have to work at some cheap bar anymore…” Madeline said, unpleasantly, Shania didn't care what she thought. This was her life, just because she was living with them. That didn't mean they had to arrange it for her
“It's not healthy, George already told you he has a job for you,” Madeline added turning to look at her husband, and they held hands
“She's right, go with Chris… once you come back, we'll sort the issue with your job,” George said and the rest nodded in agreement. Shania was not happy, she had so many things to do. It was in the morning, maybe she could see the sex master
“So, what do you say,” Christian asked after a while and Shania glared at him secretly. If eyes could kill, then Christian knew he would have died on the spot. But that wasn't the case, his little butterfly was in his trap
“She'll go, have Bethany pack her bags…you'll have fun sweetie… it's a silly competition among friends…we would have loved to come with but George and I have a party to host,” Madeline remarked with a smile and things went on just like that. Shania fisted the fork in her hands tightly. This was sick, she was 21 years old, not 10. She deserved to live her life
Later on, she excused herself from the dining table. She wanted to enjoy her breakfast, but unfortunately, that didn't happen. Entering her room, she found the servants busy dragging the bags to a corner. She didn't have to carry so many clothes
“Please leave,” she ordered them out of her room and with a low bow, the two girls left the room immediately. Rushing to her bed, she picked up her phone and the first number she dialed was sex masters. But she decided to send him a message instead.
“Please reply, reply,” she muttered while pacing back and forth, she was agitated just thinking about going against him when he asked her to stay away from Christian. Shortly, her phone vibrated, and it was SM who replied
(“Sure, you can come now”) Shania read his reply and was on top of the moon. She couldn't hide her happiness as she twirled a little while giggling. Only to stop when she accidentally spotted a tall figure by the door. Tucking her hair behind her ear. Shania frowned seeing Christian,
“Why is baby sis so happy…tell me…are you that excited to come with me?” Christian muttered and shut the door. Shania shifted from side to side and walked to the bed
“Leave from here…and so you know I'm not going" of course, she wasn't going with him. She came up with a plan to dodge the entire thing
“What do you mean?” Christian asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, a smirk crept on Shania's face as she tossed her phone on the bed and turned to look at him.
“You are going and I'm not… I'll lie to Madeline that I'll come with you when actually… I'll be staying at my grandparent's house… I don't wish to go anywhere with you," Shania explained her plan to Christian. Just seeing how his expression morphed into a sour one had her feeling happiness,
“And you think it will happen,” surprisingly he smirked and advanced. Shania took a step backwards. She didn't like having him close to her. He was a beast she disliked
“I'm not coming with…just leave me alone,” Shania gasped the words out feeling nervous, her breathing picked up without her permission. Her heart started racing rapidly against her will. Christian smirked seeing how flushed she was
“Why are you nervous,” he managed to catch her before she fell on the bed. His arm snaked around her waist, and he pulled her up until her hands rested on his chest. Shania's lips had gone dry as her eyes met with Christian's sharp penetrating gaze
“You're breathing heavily, your lips are dry…your little heart is beating faster…you are flushed my butterfly,” he whispered as he scanned her face, but Shania averted her eyes from him and try to certainly keep her heart from thumping so loudly
“Let go,” she muttered a low yell, unfortunately, her voice came out hoarse and strained. She could feel cold liquid dripping from her forehead. Christian pulled her even closer and cupped her face
“Why because I make you feel things…or because right now, you want to feel me…inside you,” Christian whispered as he traced his fingertips from her temples to her cheek. A shiver went through Shania as her legs weakened. She could feel her pussy throbbing and juices drenching her panties
“Are you wet baby…” Christian murmured huskily as if he knew what was happening. A low gasp came from Shania the man slipped his hand into her dress and squeezed himself between her thighs
“Damn wet baby,” he mumbled and slammed her against his chest. Shania was weak in the knees, but she found herself spreading herself and letting Christian have his way
“Want to come, butterfly…do you want me to taste your little pussy…to have my tongue licking your little clit…ahh, how does it feel" he whispered against her ear as he tugged at her earlobe with his teeth and teased to bite her. A gasp left Shania's parted lips as her hands automatically grabbed his arms and clung to him
“There, spread these pretty legs for me,” he pushed her panties aside and cupped her pussy, her juices coating his fingers, exciting Christian even more.
Oh, how she wanted him to play with her. To pleasure her, Shania couldn't handle it. Her body was melting, the delicious feeling of Christian's fingers teasing her swollen clit and parting her wet folds had her gasping for air as she clung to him for support. The man smirked as he gripped her back tightly, so he could pleasure her
“S-stop it….mmm…so…ah,” Shania moaned when Christian started kissing her neck, sucking on her while he played with her pussy. Her leg lifted a little and draped it over Christian's hip. Her opening gave Christian full access to her p***y. So, he could touch her and eat her as he wanted. She was desperate to feel things which seemed so far to reach yet so close. Standing on her feet, Christian left her pussy and cupped her face for a kiss when
“Shania Sweetie, I thought of…” the door flew open, and it was Madeline who walked in.
