“I am not yours.” Nuella countered, but her voice didn’t raise above a whisper. Her walls crawled in disgust- disgust for being so weak in sight of him.
Devine leaned further feeling the hardness of her clothed nipples against his clothed chest.
“You sure as hell do not sound like you mean it.”
“I mean it.” She snapped with a stern expression, but her hard gaze softened as Devine let out a chuckle, brushing her thick strands to the back of her ear.
“If you mean it, then your body doesn’t. Your nipples are pressing so hard against my chest, desiring me so badly as much as I desire it.”
Nuelle’s cheeks burned and her pussy pinched at his words. She pressed her legs together, trying to fight the burning desire that his words slitted through her.
“Let go of me.” She struggled to break her hands from his.
She could not allow her helpless pussy to ach for the touch of this man. No, she couldn’t.
“You told me that you do not want me. That you can not love, so let me go.”
Devine’s jaws tightened at the realization of that. Yes, he had said all of those words but that was because he was a freaking coward.
“You can’t offer me love, so let me be. Let me be…”
“No.” Devine countered sternly and she stilled.
“I can’t offer you love, yes! But I can bend you over this car and fuck you like it is what my life is dependent on.” While he said all of this, the tip of his fingers trailed gently against her body, his eyes deeply rooted on hers while he watched the rise and fall of her chest.
“I can spread your legs wide and bury my face in between your beautiful thighs, then suck hungrily on your sweet juicy cunt……. only if you forgive me.” He added the last part in a tender tone then pinched softly on her nipple.
“Oh my goodness, Devine.” An unintended gasp escaped Nuella’s lips and her knees bucked underneath her toes as pain and pleasure shot through her like an electric invasion.
“What.., what are you doing??” She inquired with trembling lips and Devine rolled his fingers against her clothed nipples, letting her feel the tingling sensation as they crawled into her body, invading her intended desire and breaking all restraint.
“I am touching you. So sensually that I can see every nerve of your body as they respond to my touch, pleading and aching for the touch of my hands.
Nuella swallowed, her inner churning with slithering waves of desire. This was not what she wanted, she desired to say, but they were lies and those lies didn’t bother making it past her throat. As much as she tried to run away from this, she desired it. Her pussy has suddenly developed a breath of its own, breathing profoundly with a desire to be touched, sucked. Fucked.
Nuella’s breath hitched and her pulse thundered as Devine’s bare hands met with her skin.
She looked up at his eyes, searching for answers to her question, but her eyes met with haunted dark eyes that burned with sinful desires- sinful desires that were more powerful than the desires that his burning eyes ever carried.
With her heart turning heavier and her pulse thundering faster against her ribcage, she noticed the space between them as it closed gently.
Devine’s palm sneaked its way to the base of her neck and he caressed her cheekbone with his thumb, making her breath hitch, while his eyes exuded want and dangerous desire.
Devine’s eyes moved from her needy eyes to her already-parted lips that communicated greater desires than her beautiful eyes.
Nuella’s body tensed at the firmness of his grip against her neck, her heart thumped harder as she anticipated this kiss. The kiss that she should resent yet she desired it. ‘Just this once, just this last time and you would not need to kiss him. Just kiss him. Just this last time and you will get rid of this sensation that is burning through your nerves.’
Little did she know- she lied to herself.
“Your lips, they are tempting.”
Those were the last words he said to her before leaning in completely and mashing his lips against hers.
Nuella’s eyes shut close and her heart went blank as his grip on her neck tightened while his kiss deepened. This kiss was deep, searching, and depending, with every nibbling he made against her lower lips, she could feel him communicate his desire for her.
As her hand subconsciously moved up his chest, splayed against the steady beat of his heart, her lips parted softly, yielding to him.
The humming of their breath echoed through the kiss and Nuella’s body made an involuntary quiver as Devine’s bare palm moved against her bare back with intentional slowness.
Time seemed to slow, each moment deliberate and unhurried, yet passion flowed through this intense action, leaving no chances of doubts.
Devine hand moved to her waist, pulling her possessively to himself like she was going to slip away. He angled his head sideways and deepened the kiss, making sure that his tongue tasted every part of her mouth like it was their first kiss.
Nuella’s pussy clamped and her walls tightened as she felt the warmth of sensation crawl into her skin like a mischievous serpent. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his suit, pulling him closer to her as though the little space between them was unbearable.
Devine cock twitched and he pressed his waist against her stomach, letting her feel the hardness of his clothed cock.
Nuella’s delighted gasp was muffled by the intensity of the kiss. She reached her hand for his clothed cock but he was quick to grasp it, pining it above her head. Her legs wobbled and the sense of domination followed. Her tense muscles relaxed as Devine’s tongue shoved further, tasting every faint hint of wine that was left on her lips.
When he pulled away, slowly and steadily, his thumb caressed her cheekbone gently while they stared deeply into each other’s eyes, trying to catch their deprived breath. The car park fell away and left them standing In its center, their eyes communicating unspoken desire.
“Where were you headed to?” His deep baritone voice sliced through the air, gathering the weight of silence and sending them off.
“I…I…” Her words found it hard to make it past her throat. She could barely belive that after this passionate kiss that left her knees buckling and her legs wobbling, he could still think of her safety.
“I… I…”
“Resever your lies for the explanation you will give your father when he hears you moaning out my name.”
Nuella’s nipples pinched and her walls tightened at the rawness of his words. Raw words that she heard often yet tremble at each utterance.
“Hand me your phone.”
Nuella hesitated for some seconds, before carrying out his orders.
Devine’s brows knitted as he read through the message.
“Who sent you this?” His voice was a defense to his burning anger.
“I don’t know. I got the message and…”
“I will handle it.” He intervened, noticing the slight tremble of her shoulder.
He moved a hand to her hair and brushed it softly.
“I will take care of everything. Okay?”
Nuella felt the familiary sense of security and she nodded softly, trusting his words more than her initial actions.
Slowly, silence crept in, and hung thickly on the air with the weight of unspoken words.
“Everything I said that day, was wrong.” His voice eradicated the creeping silence and Nuella could not be less grateful.
“I wasn’t sure of whom I was, I wasn’t sure of what I desired, but there is something that I am certain about and it is…. you are mine, Momma. All mine.”
Nuella’s stomach churned and excitement surged through her veins. But this was wrong. This was hilarious. This was crazily hilarious. She was standing in her father’s compound, at their car park, an inch away from her father’s friend while he said all of these nasty words to her, and her crazy needy self could not even protest against his words.
They were so soothing. These words were so soothing like the passionate kiss that they shared-they melted her heart as well as the worries from the other day.
“How wet are you for me?” Devine’s words were like a trumpet, they pulled her out of her trance, and once the realization of his words dawned on her. Her cheeks stretched into an unmistakable blush.
“I… I…”
“Touch yourself and tell me how wet you are. I want to know how wet you are for me.”
His words did not give any room for negotiation and Nuella could barely express how ecstatic that made her feel. They pawned pleasure into her vein as much as they slithered fear into her. What if they got caught?
Gently, she trekked her hands to her pussy.
“Eyes on me.” He commanded with the sole desire to make her feel DIRTY.
Nuella pressed her lips into a thin line, her pussy burning with desire to be touched.
As she allowed her eyes to hold his, she brushed the tip of her finger against her pussy and Devine watched her breath as it hitchted.
“Show me.” He demanded and she blushed harder, raising her wet claded finger to his face.
Devine jaws tightened and his painfully erect cock throbbed insanely. With the amount of time his cock had throbbed it would have punched a hole through his trouser if his outfit were not top quality
Devine’s eyes lingered around her juice-clad finger and he haled softly-almost invisible.
“You are so wet, so wet that I desire to spread your legs wide and eat you here, but….. I have something better.”
He let out a soft wink, before grabbing her wrist and shoving her juice-clawed finger into her mouth.
“Devine.” Nuella gasped as another invasion of goosebumps spread across her skin, like some ink to water.
Devine eyes closed slightly as he bobbed his head against her finger, licking her hands clean, just like the way he would lick her pussy clean.
He pulled her finger from his mouth. His hand sneaked to the back of her waist and he pulled her closer to his callused body, making her feel the heat from his body as well as the hardness of his cock that poked against her stomach.
His hands gripped her chin and he cradled her chin between his thumb and finger, his eyes lingering over her hazy eyes.
“I have promised myself to tear this beautiful piece on your body and fuck you hard while you moan helplessly to my name and trust me, momma…….”
“I WILL.”