Cubicle *

WARNING: R18

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"What's with that look?" he asked.

"Why are you here?"

"You were taking too long."

She frowned at him. "Then let's go…"

"But they are still outside, right?"

"How did you know that?"

"I don't." He used his arm to push the door, enabling her from opening it. "But what would happen if I'm right?"

"How long had you been standing here?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Long enough to know that you are eavesdropping."

She silently gnashed her teeth. "Open the door," she said.

"What about Madam Zhang?" the corner of his lips lifted into a smirk.

"I— "

"Shh… Someone's coming…"

The next thing she knew, he already pulled her inside the corner most cubicle. She was about to ask him what he was doing when she heard the door opened. She widened her eyes when she realized that she was leaning against his chest. She leaned back, trying to increase the distance between them until her back hit the door of the cubicle.

He watched as her face reddened. "I told you… jeans are uncomfortable," he whispered.

Her face darkened, she glared at him just as the men who walked inside started talking. Apparently, one of them was a doctor, the other was a nurse.

"That Mrs. Zhang was quite bold. Mr. Zhang already said that he is not accepting visitors and yet she refused to leave," the man said.

Sera tried to relax and stopped her brain from running into places that she didn't want to explore. She turned her head away, pretending to listen to the conversation.

She gulped as she felt his hot gaze towards her. The fact that they are in a confined space seemed to make her blood rushed out of her head. Slowly, she felt his gaze burned through her. Again, she pretended not to feel anything.

"If you want to listen properly… " His hand suddenly slid into her waist. "You should turn your body around…" With that, she turned her around, her face towards the door, her back leaning against his muscular chest.

She stiffened, goosebumps crawling in her body.

"Relax… we won't do anything you won't like."

She felt his hand massaged her waist, one hand sliding up towards her rib rage and into her breast. While the other slowly unbuckled her jeans.

"What are you doing?" She tried to remove his hand away from her crotch.

She felt him inhaled her scent. "You want me to stop?" he asked in a husky voice, enough to grip the sensation building inside her. Without waiting for her to answer, his brazen hands move inside her jeans, reaching her sex in a few seconds. He pressed two of his fingers into the entrance of her core.

"You— "

"Shhh… you're too loud," he said just as he started playing with her already swollen clit. "Eh? You are already dripping?"

She gritted her teeth, her breathing turned shallow.

"You like it here, don't you?"

She didn't answer— rather, she couldn't say anything. Not when his hand was already inside her. Not when she was actually enjoying the pulses inside her stomach. Not when she knew that the moment she opened her mouth, she would only let out a moan.

The throbbing sensation in between her legs made her eyes shut, breathing sparse. She put her hand on the door of the cubicle and arched her back towards him, silently begging him not to stop. She tried to extend her senses outside of this cubicle and noticed that the men outside were already gone. This time, another person was inside, humming a tune for babies.

Then her attention switched back to his hand that slipped inside her shirt, playing with her breast.

A soft moan escaped her lips just as he increased the pacing of his fingers. Soon, her breathing turned ragged and he continued to pick his rhythm until she purred beneath his touch. The sensuality brewed inside her as she braced for her release— something that immediately followed when she felt him lowered his head to kiss the back of her neck. She felt herself shattered in his finger, her slick juices flowed as the shock waves of pleasure made her knees weak.

She let out a whimper when he suddenly removed his finger inside her, the absence of his flesh made her eyes widened. She turned towards him only to see him, licking his fingers. "More?" he asked.

She gulped but didn't say anything. She was too shy to nod and probably too prideful to beg.

Then an idea appeared in her mind. She smirked and pushed him away from her. Without waiting for him to react, she unbuckled his jeans and tugged his boxers.

He stared at her, wondering what she was about to do. Then she lowered herself until her face reached his crotch. Without any hesitation, she tugged her boxers down, revealing his erection. She then lifted her head and stared as the anticipation flashed in his face. Her hand soon made its way into his manhood just as she stuck her tongue out and started licking him.

He held back a moan as he closed his eyes, his hand touched her hair, slowly guiding her. "There…" she heard him say. But she was too busy to asked him what she meant, her tongue swirled as his manhood skimmed against her lips.

She felt him grew larger, stronger. She knew he was about to climaxed. Somehow, knowing that she had the power over him right now made her ecstatic. His breathing grew ragged as he bit his lower lip.

Soon, his hips started moving, welcoming the heat from her mouth. His release came.

He shattered inside her mouth, the taste of his fluids almost overwhelmed her senses. It was salty, a bit metallic. She peered at him as she licked the remaining fluids from his manhood.

"Damn."

He uttered just as he opened his eyes and met her orbs.

She lifted an eyebrow in response and fixed her clothes before she marched out of the cubicle. By now, she was certain that the mother and daughter pair already left the building.