“Let’s go now.”
I nodded. We arrived at his hotel in just a few minutes. His possessions are incredible. I was astounded by how wealthy he was.
I came out of the bathroom and noticed him watching television. He showered first because I had done something regarding Safira’s marketing. I grinned while watching him. How can this man look so amazing just sitting in front of a television?
“Oops!” He immediately glanced at me because of the noise I made. Because I was staring at him, I accidentally took a lot of extra lotion.
“What happened?” he said, concerned.
I replied, “Nothing,” before approaching him. “I just took a lot.”
I applied lotion to my leg, and there is some leftover. I looked at him, who I noticed was watching me. “Give me your hand,” I said. He did protest when I applied lotion to his hand and arm.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
My brow furrowed as I gazed up at him. “What do you mean?”
“Are you seducing me?”
I laughed at him. “No,” I firmly responded, continuing to caress his hand. “What are you watching?” I asked a different inquiry, pointing to the television in front.
“You put lotion on my hands after you put some on your legs while you’re in your robes.”
I shook my head, then let go of his hand. I was astonished when he urged me to lie down on the couch, but even more surprised when he climbed on top of me. I was caught in his arms, and despite knowing where we were going, I couldn’t help but be terribly nervous.
“Are you drunk?” I asked.
“I sipped a little.” I noticed some white wine on the table next to us.
“Eh, why do you look so drunk? What is the alcohol content?”
“Fourteen point five percent.”
I giggled at what he said. That is why even if he just sipped a little he already looks so tipsy. “That’s why your eyes are drawn to me,” I explained. “Come on, let’s go to sleep.”
I was ready to get up when he yanked the string on my bathrobe, causing it to loosen. “Ismael! I simply put some lotion on you; why are you acting like this?!”
“The weather here is extremely cold for me. Can you give me some warmth?”
I giggled at what he admittted. I can see the flush on his cheeks. It was because he was very inebriated. “That was the reason you drink alcohol?”
He nodded. “Tsk, you should have drunk coffee instead.”
“No, I had a cup of it earlier. But my heart has been racing enough since you’ve been around. I don’t want to die yet, but even your beautiful face takes my breath away.” I laughed again. Is an Ismael cheesy while drunk?
I gently pushed him before having a full glass of white wine. “You’re drinking it improperly. You should take it from me so you have enough warmth.”
I swallowed the contents of the glass and kissed Ismael. His brow furrowed, indicating astonishment. He probably didn’t expect me to make him drink wine through my mouth.
I grinned briefly when I felt his tongue penetrate my mouth. His finger gripped my chin, as if to keep me in a position where he could kiss me more.
It’s no longer the white wine; rather, our saliva, mixing inside our wasted mouths. We are kissing as if we have never tasted each other’s lips before. Currently, he is not the only one inebriated, as his passionate embraces seem to have a greater impact on me than the alcohol itself.
He was so pushy that even removing my covering felt painful. He didn’t let go of my lips, even as he slipped off his robe. He even bites my bottom lip, causing me to gasp in pain as blood drips from it. But I couldn’t wipe it off because he’d already tasted everything. He probably didn’t notice it.
His kisses proceeded down my body, to my chest and stomach, as he laid me down on the couch. I moan due to the roughness of his kissing technique; the pleasure he imparts is accompanied by agony. It’s as if he’s sucking my blood and leaving marks.
I’m wearing nothing, just like him. I was taken aback when he grabbed the bottle of wine, spilled it on my body, and instantly licked it.
“Hmmm…” I whispered as I winced from the licking he was performing. I was breathing deeply, but he kept romancing me softly. Is he aware of what he’s doing? I can see his powerful figure and can’t stop myself from going crazy.
His lips reached down to my wet jewel. I expected him to go, but what he did next startled me even more.
“Ahhh!” I shouted as he raised my lower body and licked my rear hole. “Fuck Ismael! That’s nasty! Why are you doing that-ahhh?” I shrieked in panic. Why is he licking and kissing my butthole?
“The dirtier, the tastier, isn’t it?”
I just cursed at whatever he said. I never expected he’d go this far. I feel feeble. I could feel his tongue slipping into my seat, and I couldn’t breathe. I cannot believe it.
“Stop this, will you?!” I gave an order, but he ignored it. “That’s gross, Ismael! What are you thinking?!”
However, the moment he inserted his finger into my buttocks, the sobs and cries transformed into deep groans and abrasive moans. Fuck. Fuck. How could he do this to me? I’m experiencing an unusual sensation. It is fucking killing me.
“Ahhhh! Stop this, Ismael! I beseech you!” I pleaded but received no response. He continues to conduct his business.
“However, it was your instigation of this,” he seductively stated as he ceased kissing me. That was when I assumed there would be no more, but he immediately placed his finger behind me.
“Ismael! Ahhhh!”
The sensation was new. I never imagined I would have such joy. Yes, it aches, but it also makes me want to try new things.
I bit my hand as he inserted another finger. My knees shook as he fingered me. I can hear his fingers squeezing against my flesh. It’s unbelievable. How I became satisfied with this disgusting sex.
“Let’s try my cock here, my love,” he expressed, which worried me. “What?! No! No way, Ismael.” I shouted in defiance. What the fuck is he thinking?
“Please?” I looked at him and noticed his begging eyes. What the hell? What has gotten into him?
“While I am able to retain your finger, I may perish there if you’re gonna insert your whole!” I complain. It’s still huge.
“Aren’t you curious how it feels?”
I closed my eyes. “Fuck! Alright! Alright! Please be nice, okay? And use a condom!” I merely answered because it appears that he will not stop, even if I protest that I do not want to. I am just afraid. I have never been pierced there.
He smiled and took a condom from the cupboard on the side table. He opened it with his teeth and wore it on his large, veiny manhood. I just closed my eyes and prayed that whatever he did to me wouldn’t kill me.
This is also our first time using a condom. I’m not sure how it feels, but it’s safer because we’re going to have anal sex.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” he urged, touching my walls with his massive object. It progressively infiltrated me. I just looked up, hanging from the back of the sofa, terrified that he was going to enter another cave.
“Fuck, so tight,” he said, combing his hair with his right hand. I gazed at him with my fingers concealing my eyes. I could see he was struggling to get in because he frowned and bit his lower lip. His body was likewise drenched with sweat. And, like me, he was having difficulty breathing. What was on his mind when he did this?
“H-Hold on.” I hung up on him before turning around. In addition, I spread my legs as wide as I spread my posterior with my hand and said, “Ismael, re-enter it.”
He grasped my hips and inserted his stiff flesh. I moaned loudly as I felt him fill me. “Ahhhh shit,” I mumbled, focusing my two hands on the soft sofa.
Ismael moved gently into me. It wasn’t long before I could feel him entirely within me. My insides are twitching in time with his thing throbbing my dirty walls. I cannot believe we are doing this.
He began to thrust in a smoother motion, ensuring that every region was hit in the correct position. I was crying with joy because I was so pleased with how he accomplished it. I can’t help but move my hips in time with him. This is ridiculous. And I have the impression that my other property is equally moist, as if jealous.
I paused when I felt Ismael’s touch there. I almost collapsed on the sofa from weakness and astonishment. I can feel my holes being filled. His cock is in my ass, and his fingers are now in my dampness. I am feeling euphoric about to burst into tears due to the euphoric effects of his movements.
“Ahhhh! Hurry up, Ismael! Faster! Get it deeper!” I begged. I know I’m not so drunk because my alcohol intolerance is greater than normal, but why do I feel so high? Is this due to what we are doing? I’m getting screwed in a different place. I’m getting lost in my nuts.
“Are you close?” he inquired.
“Yes! I am fucking close, Ismael! Just keep doing it! Ahh!”
Before he caught me and caused another explosion inside of me, I felt my fluid rush outside my entire damn body. Ismael kissed my back and caressed my upper torso. “Damn, that was good,” I exclaimed.
“It was,” he said, holding my chin and grabbing a passionate kiss from me. Subsequently, he resumed rowing into me while pinching my rigid nipples and pressing his rough hands against my breasts. “It was good, Jothea,” he said before bringing out the condom from his animal. Oh, I feared it wouldn’t fit within me. I was about to die.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said before scooping me up.
“Aren’t we done?” I asked softly. He softly placed me on the lovely bed. “No, something is still waiting for me.”
I was startled as he slid his hand over my damp pants. “You’re such a perverted maniac, Ismael,” I mumbled, and I moaned again when his fingers entered me.
“Call me whatever, but I will let you finish one last time.”
I giggled and closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure he was giving me with his finger. “You are simply using me as a reason. You just wanted to do it again, Ismael,” I mumbled.
“Why? Are you not the same? Look, you’re dripping wet and want more.”
When he positioned himself in front of me, I couldn’t help but notice. It entered me fast, possibly because I was already wet. It was so slippery that I could hear both of us colliding. I was so euphoric that I blinked, and it was dawn.
I stood up and instantly felt agony in the back of my body, particularly in the lower region. When it stung, I gripped my head tightly. Yeah, I recall drinking white wine last night, but what the heck happened next?
I flinched as something chilly brushed my cheek. I awoke to see Ismael pouring me a hangover cocktail. “Drink this.”
I nodded, then reached for the bottle and drank it. I grimaced as he caressed me, as if to examine my physique. “It appears I did a lot last night. I am sorry.” He touched the areas designated by his lips.
“That’s okay. The ache in my body suggests that we both had a good time.”
He caressed my face. “How was your-” He cleared his throat, and I noticed him flush his cheeks. “How was your butthole?”
I pursed my lips as I suddenly remembered what had happened the night before. He pierced my back! What an asshole! But, hey, I authorized him, so I have no excuse to complain. “Just a bit in pain.”
“Lie back. I’ll apply some ointment. He forced me back into bed. I flinched, embarrassed. “No way! I can do it myself! Do not touch me! I know what you’re planning! You’re starting something again!” I yelled, but he laughed at me.
“I promise, I won’t do anything unless you say so. Come on, let me do this to you, at least to make up for what I did to you last night.” He removed the blanket that I had been using to conceal my nude body. “I said, I don’t want to!”
He continued to laugh. “Still stubborn as always,” he commented “Come on. Do not be shy; you will marry me.”
“Even so! It’s still unfortunate that you’ll be the one to put it! Let me just do it myself!”
“How do you put it on yourself? Tell me.” He had a point, so all I could do was let him apply the ointment to that region of my body.
Speaking of getting married, I remembered the promise ring he gave me. I bet it is still there in my house because I removed it from my finger. I still haven’t retrieved it, and neither has my cat, Mael. I truly am a worthless creature.
“Ismael…” I called him.
“Hmm?” he asked, continuing to rub the ointment into my back.
“I want to go home,” I replied, causing him to halt.
“What do you mean?”