Kenneth’s apartment boasted modern amenities and luxurious furnishings. The sleek kitchen, cozy dining area, and two modern bathrooms added to the overall allure of the space. The living room, in particular, seemed designed to accommodate and entertain numerous guests, exuding an air of opulence.
Sabrina couldn’t help but feel a mix of awe and discomfort as she took in the lavish surroundings. The bedroom, in particular, spoke of wealth, with its elegant furnishings and tasteful decor. She couldn’t deny that the apartment showcased Kenneth’s affluence, but beneath the surface, doubts began to creep into her mind.
Inside the guestroom, Sabrina found herself reflecting on her decision. She had agreed to come into his apartment for a movie but she wasn’t born yesterday. She knew he had something in mind aside from watching a movie with her, and yet, she agreed. She had been imagining this very moment, to be close to him, so instead of being scared and nervous, Sabrina convinced herself to enjoy the moment.
For once, Sabrina decided to leverage her beauty to captivate a man. She had long wrestled with mixed feelings about her looks. But lately, her desire for Kenneth’s attention had grown stronger. After all, she had agreed to be his mistress, so it was only natural that she considered him to be hers.
As soon as she was naked, she placed herself under the showerhead, and the hot water coming from it calmed down her senses. It was just a quick shower to cool down and in less than ten minutes, she was done.
After a quick shower, Sabrina pampered her skin with a luxurious moisturizer that was available in the room. She aimed to look alluring in Kenneth’s eyes without appearing too obvious or desperate to please him.
However, the closet had no extra clothing like what Kenneth had told her. Instead, it was full of lingerie as if the man have been expecting a lot of female visitors. Then her eyes widened at the realization that Kenneth McBride was probably a womanizer. It must be the reason why he chose to live alone in the apartment because his family wouldn’t let him bring his women to their mansion.
Without a choice, Sabrina chose a sexy, red lingerie, and then she covered it with a satin robe. She believed that the provocative ensemble would surely push him to the edge or seduce him.
A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, only to see him outside the door. She frowned upon seeing him but then he smiled.
“Is there something wrong, sir?” she asked.
“Hot shower doesn’t work in my room. I don’t know what’s wrong so I will take a bath here,” he explained.
Later on, she could hear the sound of the water running as he showered. At that moment, she wished he had locked the door, preventing her from imagining him without any clothes on.
“Get a grip on yourself, Sabrina,” she scolded herself, trying to regain her composure.
When Kenneth emerged from the bathroom, she quickly turned to face the wall, avoiding direct eye contact. Then, she screamed.
“Why are you still here?” he asked in disbelief.
“Y-you are naked!” she exclaimed.
How could he emerge from the bathroom totally naked while knowing she was probably waiting for him? Unbelievable!
“Oops, sorry. I forgot I wasn’t alone. Coffee?”
“Later, Mr. McBride. Please make yourself decent first,” she told him because she was embarrassed.
“You shouldn’t have waited outside the bathroom, Ms. Hart,” he countered.
After a moment of silence, Sabrina asked cautiously, “Are you decent now?”
“I’m always decent, Sabrina,” he responded, revealing his dislike for her name.
“Are you crazy?” she exclaimed when he suddenly tried to close the gap between them.
His gaze locked onto the towel wrapped around her head, but as his eyes traveled downward, he became entranced. Inch by inch, he closed the distance between them, and she gasped in surprise.
Ordinarily, Sabrina would have been concerned by Kenneth’s evident desire, but something within her made her hold her ground. Instead of retreating, she stood her ground, patiently waiting as his hand reached out and delicately traced the glistening droplets on her shoulder. The electricity between them was palpable.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that both thrilled and frightened her.
Sabrina found herself entranced, lost within the depths of his gaze. In a moment of weakness, she nodded her head, granting him permission. But as reality set in, she gasped, surprised by her own audacity.
Without hesitation, Kenneth swept her up in his arms, carrying her effortlessly toward the expansive bed. The seconds felt like hours as anticipation filled the air. Slowly, he lowered his head toward hers, savoring each passing moment. Time seemed to suspend as they both held their breath, caught in the magnetic pull between them.
Sabrina’s breath caught in her throat as the robe that had enveloped her body slipped off, pooling onto the floor, leaving her exposed. The sudden chill in the air sent shivers down her spine.
Kenneth drew nearer, his proximity stealing her breath once again, as he delicately suckled one of her breasts. Her eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and pleasure, torn between wanting to keep them shut or witnessing the sensations overtaking her.
It was an intoxicating mix of confusion and desire that coursed through Sabrina’s veins. She couldn’t resist the allure of the moment. His tongue danced over her nipples, his gentle bites eliciting a groan of pleasure from her lips.
“Take off my clothes, Sabrina,” he commanded, his voice carrying a seductive authority.
Against her better judgment, Sabrina found herself complying, her mind still filled with the sensations his mouth had ignited. As she reached for his T-shirt, her fingers trembled with anticipation. She struggled to focus, consumed by the memory of his touch.
Her gaze was captivated by the morning light cascading upon his chiseled chest. Mimicking his earlier actions, Sabrina let her hands explore his form, delighting in the reaction she elicited. Kenneth’s groan of pleasure echoed through the room, driving her further into a realm of ecstasy.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked, her concern interrupting the fervor of the moment. Unsure if her actions had become uncomfortable, she withdrew her touch.
In an instant, her eyes drank in the sight of his perfectly sculpted body.
Kenneth cupped her breast, his touch both tender and possessive. As his tongue continued its delightful torment, Sabrina couldn’t help but scream his name, lost in a world of pleasure.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered, his words dripping with desire.
“We have to stop,” Sabrina whispered in response, her voice filled with a mix of longing and hesitation.
But as his mouth descended upon the most sensitive part of her body, she arched her back involuntarily, surrendering to his touch. With each flick of his tongue, each electrifying lick, she found herself torn between begging him to stop and yearning for more.
Her fingers curled into his thick hair, using it as leverage to resist his advances. But his unwavering determination only intensified her pleasure, rendering her helpless to his tantalizing prowess.
Every subtle movement of his head sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. She moaned with abandon, her voice echoing through the room, a testament to her overwhelming pleasure.
“Suck me,” he commanded, the request leaving her bewildered. Confusion clouded her eyes as she hesitated, uncertain about her own desires. “Are you shy?” he taunted, catching her off guard with his playful remark.
Before she could react, he rose to his feet, guiding her to sit while his hand directed her head toward his arousal. Sabrina felt a shock of surprise as she found herself face-to-face with his impressive lengthy manhood. Initially unsure of his intentions, she began exploring him timidly with her hand. As her touch enveloped him, he grew even harder under her grasp.
With hesitant curiosity, she kissed the tip of his erection, attempting to take him into her mouth. However, his size proved to be a challenge, causing her to gag each time she tried. She found herself unable to continue, but before she could voice her discomfort, he grabbed her hair, forcefully guiding her head toward him.
“Never mind,” he dismissed, sensing her hesitation. “Lie down,” he ordered.
Realizing that there was no turning back, Sabrina silenced her doubts and declared her unwavering desire. As his middle finger resumed its tender exploration, she arched her back, surrendering to the pleasure that consumed her. With each touch, each moan, she reached for his hand, yearning for more.
For the second time, Kenneth employed his skilled tongue, provoking sensations that defied her imagination. He tasted her, teased her, and consumed her with fervor. Sabrina moaned uncontrollably, clinging to his head for support, her legs parting willingly to grant him greater access.
His hot kisses traced a path from her abdomen, slowly making their way to her belly and beyond. Lost in the intoxicating sensations, she was oblivious to Kenneth’s plan. Suddenly, her eyes widened in fear as a hard intrusion startled her.
Kenneth’s size overwhelmed her, leaving her breathless. The pain of their union tore through her, and she cried out, shocked by the intensity of the sensation.
“Kenneth!” she exclaimed, seeking release from their painful connection.
She had expected him to withdraw, to offer solace, but instead, he continued his movements. Helpless, she had no choice but to endure the discomfort and pain.
“Sabrina!” he called out her name, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and pleasure. As he increased the speed and tempo of his thrusts, her body instinctively followed suit.
Their breaths mingled in the air as their bodies moved in unison beneath the sheets. Sabrina closed her eyes, allowing her body to convulse around him. In one final, deep thrust, he found his release, their connection reaching its peak.
As the moments ebbed away, Sabrina’s discomfort grew under his intense gaze. The realization washed over him that she had no previous lover, and a newfound light cast her in a different hue.
“Promise me, Sabrina,” he implored, his voice brimming with possessiveness, “that you won’t let another man touch you.”
“Never,” she responded, her words tinged with uncertainty.
“You are my woman now,” he claimed.
Sabrina was caught off guard, unsure of how to react to his words. A sense of unease settled within her. “I’ll just freshen up first,” she excused herself, seeking refuge in the bathroom, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions.
“Not yet,” he stopped her from getting out of bed.