Chapter 51.
A smile lingered at the corner of Nuella’s lips as she thought about the kiss she had just shared with Devine. She moved a finger to her lips, rubbing gently on it while reminiscing on how sweet she had tasted against his lips.
A muscle in her pulse throbbed and her pussy pinched as shivers of sensation curled down her spine.
“Oh damn!”
Nuella’s shoulders trembled. Her heart fluttered as the desire to have more curled tightly around her breath. Devine was going to be the end of her.
This was crazy! Everything about this moment and what would happen after was crazy! He was her father’s best friend. A man she didn’t even stand a chance with. Yet they are indulging in this sinful act, blinded by sinful desire that neither of them is prepared to stray from.
A knot tightened against her tummy and her nipples prickled as the image of his skillful tongue against her cunt filled her head. Every bit of that moment still lingered like whispered secret. The way he had grabbed her phone and threw it backward. The way he had buried his mouth against her clit and sucked hungrily on her like she was all he needed to survive.
Hell.
Nuella’s cheeks scorched. A blush crept across her cheekbone as she pulled herself from the bed and rose to her feet. She needed Devine.
An instant feeling of pain throbbed between her legs, discomforting her posture.
“Goodness.” A painful gasp escaped her lips.
Her legs wobbled and her eyes darkened under the haze of uneasiness.
“That bastard.” She cursed underneath her throat, giggling childishly to herself. The air at the back of her skin prickled as waves of ecstasy scorched her yellow undertone skin. What a moment to relish on. Hot sexy 40-year-old father’s friend, devouring her pussy like they didn’t have consequences to face. And she – the slutry father’s daughter was down for it.
Nuella chuckled once more, dragging her wobbling legs out of the room. She didn’t know where to find Devine but she needed to see him. She needed him to put an end to this scorching heat that was burning against her thighs.
As Nuella walked through the hallway, she bit gently on her lower lips, the sting from her pussy, a reminder of the world she had unlocked. Everything had happened so fast-so fast. From trying to avoid his gaze at her father’s wedding dinner party-to being caged between his callused hand and the car at her father’s car park to being kissed-then being fucked in his own house- and in ways that he freaking desired. Every moment spilled in like a dam leakage, consuming her thoughts.
Nuella’s knees bucked as the image from last night spilled into her head. Her cheeks curled into a subconscious smile and she bit at her index finger. She should be mad at him.
She should deny him and probably throw tantrums for not waking up to meet herself curled in his hands, but something about this moment was different and it filled her with warmth.
As she descended the grand spacious stairs that glowed under the artificial light of the chandelier, Nuella’s skin prickled attentively, feeling the presence of watching eyes.
Her legs twitched, threatening to give up on her, but she found comfort in the stairs rod, steading her movement.
“She is so beautiful.” The gentle whisper from the maids breezed against her ear.
Nuella let out a low chuckle. Hyperactiveated.
The compliment wow her better than her 3 years of relationship with James.
Too shy to ask, Nuella wove her way around the mighty space, searching for the kitchen.
Soon, the aroma of warm corntte gripped the air and Nuella’s step slowed to a halt.
Her nose flared at the aroma and she inhaled the scent like golden baked pastry with a hint of vanilla and butter.
Nuella sniffled, letting in a deep inhale. She followed the aroma of the food until it led her to the perfect destination.
Her step drew to a gentle halt and the breath in her throat seized. Her breath hitched at the shirtless sight of Devine who had his back to her.
She leaned at the entrance of the kitchen arms crossed underneath her chest. Her eyes wandered around his shirtless body, drinking him in until her inner churned.
The wild images of her nails buried against his skin-from yesterday, hauled at her with a terrific desire to do the same again and again until his back was filled with nothing but her finger stripes.
“You know you could quit staring and walk in right?”
Devine’s deep voice mingled against her ear, pulling her back to reality, without even turning to stare.
Nuella blinked into reality.
A slight chuckle escaped her lips as she walked into the large kitchen, taking gentle steps toward Devine who was arranging the breakfast into the plate.
“How did you know I was standing?”
Devine smile, dishing the breakfast gently. “Your scent lingers like a forbidden secret, Momma. I know where you are near.”
A rare feeling of worth embraced her heart and her cheeks stretched into an unknowing smile. He sounded too sweet for a man who had never been inlove and crazy she was down for it.
Without a second thought, Nuella slipped her hands through the space between his body and his arms, hugging him gently from behind.
His huge fame towered some reasonable 7 inches away from her, but she rested her head against his bare back, running her slender hand against his callused chest.
Devine’s breath hitched.
And a muscle in his jaws tightened.
His body shifted slightly under the pleasure of her gentle touch.
“Momma.” The word left his mouth in a deep grating moan.
Nuella bit on her lower lips and a knowing smile curled across the side of her full lips. How she loved teasing him.
Without another word, she began to trailed her fingers from his chest in a featherlight touch, caressing his abs and packs at every graze of her slender finger.
Devine’s hand on the plate curled into a fist as pleasure slipped into him.
“Mommma…” his word trailed into a silk moan as Nuella’s hands moved past his abdomen, rendering slight touches.
Her left hand found his left nipples and she twitched gently on it, while rubbing gently against his waist.
Devine’s breath hitched.
And pleasure slammed a fist across his jaws. His cock made a gentle throbbed in response to her soothing touch.
“Momma…” his husky voice was a blend of pleasure and warning, but Nuella ignored both, gently slipping her hands into his pants without a thought of how deadly this would be.
Devinne’s body stiffened as Nuella’s hand slipped past his waist, into his pant-every touch, soft and tender they almost made him lose control.
The thrum in his heart increased as her hand trailed featherlight touches, each thrum of his heart, louder than the last.
Devine shut his eyes in anticipation of what she was going to do to him.
Hell! This lady was going to be the fucking end of him and he wouldn’t mind dying for her in whatever way.
As Nuella’s hand moved closer to his cock, her pulse thundered heavily against her ribcage.
Her nipples prickled against the shirt she was wearing as she anticipated the state of his cock. Goodness she was becoming a nasty person and she could barely do anything to change that.
Just one sex-one sex from Devine since her entire existence and this is what he had turned her into. A nasty whore who desired more and more of him.
Nuella’s thought shifted, drifting away from the desire to grab his cock but Devine’s words slipped into her head.
“I am dying to have you touch me, Momma. Do not tease me that way.”
His husky voice oozed with the type of desperation that burned sensation across her spine, deciphering every hesitation from her mind.
Without another negative thought, Nuella’s hand made a further movement, grabbing his semi hard cock into her tiny hands.
“Goodness.” Nuella gasped like it was her first touch against him.
The breath in Nuella’s throat dried and she stuttered. “You… you are so hard.”
Devine stiffened at her grip on his cock.
The hair at the back of his neck breezed and the muscle in his temple twitched.
“Fanculo!” A slow throaty moan left his lips as he threw his head backward, the warmth of her hand a perfect reminder of how well her wall held possesively onto him the night before, accommodating him with every stroke.
Nuella’s cheeks stretched into a gentle smile-his moan, a perfect motivating she needed to push further. Her hand moved gently against his cock, stroking him gently in uttter delibracy.
The gentle touch sent a shudder across Devine’s spine. His teeth gritted and withiut a single word, he turned around to face her.
“On your kness.” his deep baritone voice spilled the commad as he grabbed her her head, forcing her to kneel before she could even comply.
The innocent sight of her on her knees sent a surge of heated desire across his vein.
His hands reached to her delicate chin and he cupped it into his palm, digging his nails into her cheeks, while raising her gaze to meet his.
“Goodness, Momma! You look like sin.”
Nuella’s heart tightened. Not the painful squeeze-the one that came from pleasure.
Her eyes darted to Devine’s bulge and this time? It was poking harder against the fabric of his clothe, fighting for freedom.
Her eyes moved back to Devine and hot almond eyes with a blend of dangerous desire, locked pleasurably against hers.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if I fuck your mouth here in this kitchen, would it?”