“Hey, Momma.”
Nuella’s body settled as she heard the soothing voice of Devine. Her muscles relaxed, and she directed her gaze to his eyes while he unclasped his hands from her mouth.
All the fear and anxiety that prickled her skin at the thought that she was in danger suddenly vanished.
She stood still, caged in between Devine and the hard wall. He reached a hand to her hair and tugged it gently to the back of her ear, trailing the tip of his fingers against her soft cheeks.
“You look breathtaking, momma. So breathtaking that I want to bend you over and fuck you so hard till your legs are a quivering mess. Arghhhh!!!” He sucked in some air, his eyes hovering around her body with lust.
Nulle’s stomach pinched into nuts of ecstasy as his words caused an outburst of goosebumps on her skin, leaving the lines of her thighs so wet with moisture.
She clamped her thighs softly, trying to brush away the feeling of need that arose in between her thighs.
She didn’t even know which was turning her on. The way he said those raw words, the way his eyes roamed down her body like he was too scared to look away, the passion she saw in his eyes… The goddamn run of his tongue over his lower lips. Her heart made tiny beats as she recalled how wonderful that tongue had worked on her folds. Damn! Damn! Damn!
“You look just as I have pictured you momma. Spread your legs for me.”
His sexy baritone pulled her from her admiration and she bit softly on her lower lips, parting her thighs with shyness.
Devine ran his tongue against his lower lips and his eyes roamed around her face, looking all sultry.
Devine moved his right hand in between her thighs while the left rested on the wall, right above her head.
His eyes held onto hers as he trailed the tip of his finger up her smooth thighs watching every rise of her chest and every beat of her pulse.
His hand got to her already wet pussy and he watched the hitch on her throat as she inhaled in, goosebumps spreading across her skin.
“Fuck!” Devine caused in a low whisper, his eyes burning darker with needs.
“You little sultry whore! You are so wet for Daddy.”
Nuella’s nipples tightened and the hardness poked against the fabric of her dress, threatening to punch a hole through the dress.
She loved his words as much as she loved the feel of his hand against her pussy.
“How long have you been wet for Daddy?”
Nuella swallowed.
“Since the beginning of this party.”
Devine cursed licking hotly on his lower lips.
“Daddy likes how wet you are for him, but Daddy would punish you for standing with another man and letting him look at you with all that admiration.”
As stupid as Nuella felt his words were supposed to be. They found an awkward way to turn her on, and her pussy dripped at his words coating his finger with her wetness.
“Fuck!” Devine grunted pulling his soaked hand from her pussy.
He moved his hand closer to his mouth and began to glide on his juice-coated fingers.
Nuella’s inner churned and tiny sparks of butterfly crushed her stomach, leaving her with a trembling effect.
“Ummm…”Devine groaned licking hotly on it like his life was dependent on it.
He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and then gave her his finger, which she sucked so hotly on. Moaning and gliding on it while Devine stared at her with so much heavy lustful eyes, his cock kicking so painfully in his trouser.
Devine pulled his finger out of her mouth, he closed his palm on her neck, choking her roughly with a desire to smash her against his wall and fuck every sense out of her.
His eyes burned with desire. Dark dangerous desires.
He nibbled on her ear lobe and she shuddered, pure heat streamed down her body and her pussy clenched, with need-a burning need to be filled up.
“Go to my room and kneel. I want to fuck your mouth like the dirty little slut that you are. I want to do to your little sultry body all that it desires.
Nuella’s body tensed as she anticipated everything. He had fucked her mouth before and she knew what it felt like, but his voice sounded so desperate and she loved the knowledge that he desired her so much.
Devine watched as she walked away like a good submissive whore. His little monster kicked so aggressively, threatening to create a hole between his pants. Damn it! He needed a release. He just badly wanted to be buried in her warm pussy, but…..
*****
Nuella walked down the hall, struggling to make her way out of the already scanty party. Her pussy was as wet as a pool, and she desired more than just his thoughts or fingers.
“Long time no see. Brownie.”
Nuella’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice that she would never fail to recognize. She raised her gaze and they met with the glaring eyes of James.
A scowl appeared on her face.
What was he doing here?
That was the first question that strained into her head, but she was too disgusted by his presence to carry on with the thoughts.
“You look beautiful.”James complemented and Nuella stared at him, her face not betraying an emotion.
“I am sorry.”He countered out of the blues and a scoff threatened to slide past her lips but she held onto it, looking unfazed. She would never forget the words he said to her on that day at the front of his door.
“I should not have said those words to you I was just carried away…..”
“Leave my way.”Nuella caught him off. Unwilling to hear any more words from him. He looked as disgusting as he sounded and In her wildest dream, she would never believe she dated this guy for a week, let alone years.
“You are seeing somebody right?” James jumped out, in diversity. He had seen her in the dark with somebody, just that he didn’t know it was Devine. He thought it was somebody else.
Nuella’s heart missed a beat scared that he must have caught her with Devine, but the look on her face remained unfazed, not betraying any form of emotions, she swayed the strands of her disturbing hair behind her shoulder.
“If you have no better things to say, then I would excuse myself.”
James grabbed her by the wrist, anger burning through his eyes.
“Are you seeing someone?”He demanded authoritatively and Nuella shot him a dagger glare then back at her wrist.
“Get your filthy hands off my skin before I have it chopped off in the wildest way ever.”
Guess she still had a hidden mafia part, because the look on James’s face looked like he was as scared as hell. He hurriedly removed his hand and stared at Nuella a little bit perplexed. She seemed to have evolved in little and that bewildered him. Well she heard learn so well from Devine. He always looked freaming Unfazed no matter how touching the situation portrayed it self.
“Keep your dick to your ‘woman’ and never place a filthy finger on me again or I will leave you with everlasting scars. With that, she turned around and walked away. Sophisticatedly.
*****
Devine walked past the group of men in suits. The ball was almost over and that left him with gratitude. He could only imagine what Nuella would look like kneeling and waiting for him.
Could she be in her dress? Was she naked? Was her hair packed or loose?
The thoughts of this were driving him to the bream of madness. He desired nothing but to bury his cock in her willing body, but he was scared that he would break her into tiny pieces when he started. He would not stop. He would fuck her so hard till her legs are sore and she can barely walk. He would own her to himself and nobody else would.
Devine was halfway out of the ball when a male figure crossed his path with a glass of red wine rolling in his hand.
“Lorenzo, Lorenzo.” Only Nuella had the right to call him ny his name, and it had always been that way since,
From the tone and body movement, Devine knew just who was standing. He looked down on the late thirty, 6’1 feet Alexandro, with an unfolded expression.
“Congratulations on your deal.”
“Thank you.” Devine’s reply was always short and it grew a thread of anger in Alexandro. He hated that nothing could ever spark up a reaction on Devine’s face.
“So you won the deal I have been pursuing?”
“Your loss.”Devine shrugged a reply not even letting Alexandro land and that burned anger into him. His fist tightened and his knuckles turned white as he tried to control himself but he couldn’t. He took a step closer to Devine, with eyes that held rage and bitterness.
“I will take away everything you own, Lorenzo. And you will spend your entire life begging for my mercy.”
Devine chuckled. Inwardly. He never smiled outwardly. If he needed to smile it was for one person. A pure soul. Nuella.
“I am glad you dream this much, Alexandro. You are more than welcome to wait, because hundred fucking years to this and you will still be where you have always been. Behind.”
After staying a second to catch the scowl that eloped Alexandro’s face. He walked off, ready to go bury his cock in the mouth of a willing sultry angel.
****
When Devine got into his room. His cock strain with a request for freedom. The naked sight in front of him was the desire he didn’t know he wanted.
Like the good girl he desired. Nuella knelt on the floor, without a single clothe to shield the beauty of her body away from his hungry lustful eyes. Her hair was packed into a messy loose bun, just the way he loved it and her nipples poked hard, screaming thunderously with want and desire to be buried in his willing mouth.