All Yours Daddy.
When Nuella got home three days back, she had slept like a baby, those were things that good orgasms did to the body.
Even though it’s been three days, the thought of that day seems to be the highlight of her every morning, welcoming her thoughts, each time she woke up, the memories, ever so clear in her head.
Nuella’s cheeks flushed and she covered her face with her palm, giggling softly, at every visualization of his tongue against her clit, the arch of her back, and the way she moaned breathlessly, desiring for more.
Regret? There was no regret!!!!
Shivers of sensation invaded her spine and she let out another giggle rubbing her palm on her face as she recalled how his tongue worked between her fold, how she trembled, and how shameless she moaned desiring more.
A feeling of wetness coated her thighs. She stood up from the bed, getting ready to be productive.
Nuella was going to reply to the email from the school when Samantha suddenly barged into her room, a habit that seemed unready to die.
Nuella shot Samantha a glare, rolled her eyes off then proceeded to take a seat behind her table, then turned on her computer.
“You seem to have a problem with knocking.”
Samantha rolled her eyes while gesturing further into the room. She slumped into Nuella’s bed, then asked with eagerness in her voice.
“I saw you dressed so hotly three nights back, were you on a date?”
Nuella paused on her action, she took her gaze from her computer to face the anxious Samantha, recalling everything that happened last night.
Nuella bit on the corner of her lower lips and then replied shyly.
“It was quite a date, only that… I got my legs spread.”
Samantha gasped, not expecting the news neither did she expect Nuella to be that blunt.
“Oh. My. Goodness.” Samantha spelled out, her mouth wide open. Surprise, clearly evident in her reaction.
Nuella’s cheeks flushed with shyness, and she began to fondle her fingers.
Samantha moved from the bed to the chair opposite Nuella.
“Gist me about it. Every bit of it. Who is he? Is he hot? Is he tall? Is he a mafia? How did it feel? Did it taste good? Tell me everything girl!”
Nuella stared at Samantha as she rushed her words hurridly. She bit on her lower lips, blaming herself for spilling too much, forgetting that Samantha would come at her with questions like this.
She squeezed her nose and cringed at the thought of narrating Devine’s action to Samantha.
Perfect! She rolled her eyes in disgust.
“How do you expect me to say all of those things Sam? It’s wired.”
The look on Samantha’s face dropped immediately and she exhaled shaking her head in disappointment.
“I should have known you wouldn’t gist me about it. Well, good luck with your new man…”
“Friends with benefits.” Nuella corrected, cutting Samantha off and ignoring the look on Samantha’s face.
The last thing Nuella wanted to be was Delusional. She didn’t want to have herself believing that something better would ever come out of whatever it was he was having with Devine at the moment.
He was her father’s friend, a playboy, and not her kind of man, their relationship or whatever was happening between them would certainly not lead anywhere and she didn’t want to ever lie to her poor heart about it.
Samantha tugged her hair gracefully behind her shoulder, getting up on her feet, with a little more disappointment on her face.
“When I saw you go on a date, I thought you were finally getting a man. After you ended things with James I thought you would be sensible enough to get a relationship. You better pick yourself up, and get a worthy relationship before father volunteers to marry you off to one amongst Mr Den’s group of mafia men.”
“God forbid!” Nuella rebuked almost before Samantha could complete her words.
Samantha let out a chuckle, one that was weird and sarcastic. She winked at Nuella before walking away.
Nuella felt a surge of fear grip her as she recalled Samantha’s words. Samantha’s words were no lie and it bothered her. Her father could decide to marry her off and… She shook the thoughts out of her head, trying not to let it bother her.
Nuella exhaled softly, dropping her face in her palms.
She didn’t want to believe that her father desired to get her out of his space immediately. Her father loved her so much and would never marry her off like that. She would find a man who complimented her and she would be with him. Those were the affirmative words she settled for, before getting back on her computer. She read through her email and then clicked the sent button.
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When Nuella heard that Devine was at their house to give her father an invite, she knew immediately that he had come all the way to see her.
Devine would never do that. He had a series of men whom he could place orders and the invite would be delivered at once, better still he would call her father and tell him. They were that close.
Nuella stood around the waiting room, lurking around and waiting for her father and Ivano to step out so she could run in, to go and see Devine. Successfully, they were out and didn’t pay attention to where she was hiding.
Nuella walked into the bar to meet Devine sitting on a stool his hand resting on the counter while he took a gentle sip from his wine. The anger she was feeling from a moment ago suddenly vanished replaced with happiness. Her stomach tightened, butterflies, invading her system as she watched him gulp down that wine, the same way he gulped in her juice three nights away.
Her eye darted to his nails and her toes curled, a feeling of warmth squirming through her.
Those were the same nails that rubbed on her clit till her body went numb and her orgasm flushed through her. The fingers that held rightly onto that glass of wine, were the same fingers that gave her some thirst of herself. Damn it! She desired him, more of him, over and over again.
“Will you stand there and glare lustfully at my hands or you will walk closer before I lose my mind and bend you over this counter.”
Nuella’s walls tightened, the hotness of his baritone voice and the way he sipped on his wine before turning to stare at her with passionate eyes, had her inner churning with desire.
Devine stood on his feet, dropping his glass cup on the table. His eyes hovered around her entire body, with lust sneering through them. Oh hell! He was getting addicted! He was getting so Addicted to this innocent soul that he suddenly desired to mark her.
“Come here.”He beckoned, taking a step closer to her.
Nuella bit on her lower lips, her cheeks flushing red. The little girl in her jubilating from hearing his command.
Just how much Devine loved to see her blush! The sight of her red cheeks, ohh! It soothed his heart. He advanced further, desiring to close this space between them.
The walls of her nostrils tightened, his cologne dominating the walls of her nose as he drew closer to her.
The sight of him in black, the sight of his rolled up sleeves, his tattooed veiny arms, his dark hair that was styled a flip to the back and some flip to the front, his sexy lips that sucked so hungrily on her pussy some days ago, every damn thing about this man… Oh! She was losing it.
She could barely realize that he was standing in front of her already until he said a word.
Nuella blinked back, staring up to meet his eyes, eyes that burned with dark desires, desires that screamed her names, dark desires that she should dread, yet she yearned for more of it.
Nuella cleared her throat, looking away from his eyes.
“What…. What brings you here?” The question didn’t come as smoothly as Nuella intended and that left her cheeks blushing with embarrassment.
Devine smiled, loving every stretch of her cheeks, and every touch she made on her hand. She looked so innocent, pouting her lips and picking her nails this way. His muscle tightened, as he recalled what that little mouth of hers did to his cock some days back.
Gently, he reached for her chin, with the tip of his index finger.
His eyes held onto hers as he cradled her chin in between his thumb and finger.
“Acting all shy like you were not the same lady that got me gliding hard on her pussy while moaning breathlessly for more, some days back.”