His movements on her pussy slowed down, and before she could relax; he added another one of his thick fingers inside of her.
Her body arched up as she felt her insides warming up. His fingers curled up inside her as he pulled out his thumb from inside her mouth, making her cough a bit.
His hand went around her neck, as he squeezed it roughly to make her look up at his darkened hazel eyes. She could barely keep up with his relentless thrusting as she bit her lower lip to control her release.
“Fuck” she heard him say before she felt him crashing his lips down at her. His raven hair trickled down and tickled her forehead as he sucked on her lower lip.
The movement of his fingers unceasing.
He smirked against her lips as she moaned against his lips while her wetness started seeping out slowly, no longer able to control herself.
“Abigor..” her voice trembled in between the kiss, asking for permission.
She was surprisingly obedient in this matter.
“Cum, little girl” he answered, not having the heart to tease her further the first time as she almost immediately came whimpering.
This was more intense than the last time.
Her legs trembled violently as her breathing became ragged and uncontrolled.
He slowly slipped his fingers out of her still leaking cunt and wiped his hands on her jeans. He adjusted her panties and buttoned her jeans.
He then adjusted her huffing form in his lap, deliberately making her soft butt brush against his raging boner. She squirmed in his hold and bit down on her lip.
He made her look up at him again as he whispered the next words “Shouldn’t you thank me, little kitten?”
She hesitated for a long second, but his tightening grip on her jaw didn’t let her think for long and forced the words out of her mouth.
“Thank You”
“Where were you last night?”
Aria looked up from the newspaper at Kahlil question. Kahlil turned a questioning brow at her when she didn’t reply while plating the pancakes.
“Fucking Karl”
Aria replied nonchalantly as Kahlil scoffed and rolled his eyes “That’s impossible, because yesterday. . .”
He trailed off as Aria’s eyebrows raised up when she noticed his cheeks turning into a light scarlet shade.
She smirked “Yesterday?”
He coughed and turned away, putting syrup on the pancakes “Anyway, we were talking about you!”
“But I’d like to talk about you” Aria said emotionlessly while turning the page of the newspaper, enjoying seeing him getting flustered.
“Sis!” he whined putting her plate in front of her and scrunching up his brows.
Aria gulped down a chuckle at his expression “You don’t ask me about yesterday and I don’t ask you about yesterday, deal?”
He nodded hesitantly while taking a bite from his plate. Just then Aria’s phone lit up, indicating that she received a message.
She picked up her phone and saw that it was an unknown number.
Unknown: It’s me Anna, Abigor’s sister. Me and Jacob, my son, are thinking about going shopping in the marketplace. Care to join?
Her brows furrowed as confusion and suspicion started bubbling up inside her. Her lower lip between her teeth and her one hand under her chin, she contemplated the pros and cons of the situation.
“Any problem?” Kahlil asked as Aria looked up at him in a start.
“No” she shrugged her shoulder and took a bite of the pancakes. Her face scrunched up in distaste when she noticed the lacking of syrup.
“I told you, I like more syrup in my pancakes” she complained as Kahlil glared at her.
“Then make them yourself, I make breakfast daily and still you have the nerve to complain!”
“Jeez sorry” she rolled her eyes.
The doorbell buzzed loudly as both Aria and Kahlil sighed, knowing all too well as to who could have been here this early.
Kahlil walked towards the door as Aria stayed rooted at her spot, her heart beating rapidly. She remembered how shamelessly she laid on his lap yesterday in public and how she sacrificed her pride.
“Oy little brat, get lost. I brought the toy”
She heard Abigor’s annoyed voice before Kahlil’s laughter of delight resonated, surely the toy Abigor was referring to, was Karl.
“SIS I’LL BE BACK IN A BIT!” Kahlil shouted from the door, to which Aria didn’t bother to reply. She was way too embarrassed to even open her mouth.
Next, she heard the door getting shut as silent footsteps started towards the kitchen. She ignored the painful throbbing of her chest as she gulped down and stood up to grab the maple syrup from the table, trying to look busy.
Before she could grab the bottle, she felt a presence behind her and then rough hands on her buttcheeks over her shorts, squeezing them roughly.
She gasped and grabbed the corner of the table as Abigor leaned into her and pressed his body roughly against her.
“Little kitten” his voice trickled down along with his ragged breathing on her neck.
She instantly swatted his hands away from her butt and elbowed him on his chest. He didn’t budge and plopped his head on her shoulder, his hands went around her waist pulling her closer.
“You could at least greet me” he sighed as drops of water dribbled down from his hair. It took Aria a minute to realize that his whole body was slightly wet from sweat.
She instantly turned around to face him in disgust as he took a step back and looked down at her. His light grey string vest was drenched into a darker shade as his tattoo on his right bicep and chest peeked out.
It was obvious that he came to her right after working out, Aria would get sweaty after working out too. But she didn’t go around hugging people with all the sweat.
“Don’t hug me when you are sweaty” she said wiping the sweat from her arms while trying not to stare at his breathtaking sculpted body. She had embarrassed herself enough yesterday.
A smirk broke out on his face “So I can hug you when I’m not sweaty?” his hands travelled around her again, pulling her to his chest.
A small blush crept up her neck as she looked away “N-No, you can’t”
“What’s that? Did I make my feisty tigress shy?”
Her heart thumped at his silly nicknames as her blush deepened. She pushed at his sweaty chest again and groaned when he didn’t move again.