39 Desperate Craving

[ Chapter 39 ] [ Mature Content ]

Harder. Her glamorous body was on top of him, gorgeously-curved in all places. Feminine hands on his shoulders as her narrow seemingly boneless waist swayed in a wave-like motion, crushing him. "Harder," he howled. "More, harder."

Her luscious lips covered his in an uncontrolled scorching kiss. Fingers trailing down his manly neck down to his rippling pectoral, nails digging on his feverish skin as she lifted herself up, and then sinking down her exceptionally voluminous form upon him, swallowing up and down his stallion.

The back of his head was swallowed by the plush pillow as the weight of her ultra-feminine body buried him deeper into the sheets. Her half-lidded eyes glowered with lust, scarlet lip trapped between her pearly teeth, and mesmerising mature face framed by her awfully blond as she ground herself against him.

He agonized. He agonized because he lost the count of sleepless nights he's spent craving for her. Alone in his room fisting himself with the thought of her enchantment. Now that they're merging again, they're just like a dry wood and a burning flame, igniting upon contact.

The woman on top of him kissed him again, with raw hunger and carnal passion. She circled one hand around his nape and crushed her lips on his chest, licking and biting down her teeth on his skin. He curved his back and stretched his body up wantonly, slamming up his hips to meet her intense ride, to get him deep inside her, as deep as he could.

"Fuck, Please, Harder." He never begged, but he couldn't resist saying please.

She assaulted his lips wantonly with her very womanly lips and he let his fingers trailed up the grooves of her flawlessly-toned back. She felt the way she looked; gorgeous, unyielding. But her body was oh so hot, there's not an ounce of cold in her glamorous body.

The woman of his dream seemed to enjoy his agony as she curled up her pretty lips, in a bewitching smile he's been craving in his dirtiest longing. Flame of passion flared bright in her hazel eyes. Pushing his head down the pillow, she leaned down her top and settled her flawless hands beside his head.

Her lush, ripest allure of voluminous breasts dangled inches from his mouth, and he couldn't resist himself to stretch his head enough to capture her crimson red nipple. Gently and passionately, he sucked her taut cherry and then switched to her other. As his wet tongue suckled, she squeezed her inner muscles to grasp tight his 9-inch.

He continued to suck, nibble and then bite on her rounded double-D's as she began to grant his wish, intensifying her skillful lovemaking, up and down on him, back and forth, bringing him to the oblivion and beyond. Her tight pussy glided along his maleness as she seemed to concentrate on getting herself the utmost pleasure.

Rolling back his eyes at her intense lovemaking, he growled, as every inch of his hard flesh was violated inside her tight tunnel. Her hand clenched on the sheets as she rocked his world. Her child-bearing waist increased in tempo and she rotated her pelvis to ramp up their shared pleasure. She knew exactly what she's doing, as only an extremely skilled lover could.

The woman of his craving controlled their pleasure as her artful lovemaking intensified. Her dainty hands moved to his toned chest to balance the movement and speed of her thrusts. Her inner labia sucked his maleness with every lift as her enormous tits hung low while he manhandled them.

Lost was the count of how long they've been making out, as both of them finally felt the familiar heat boiling down their stomach. She bent down again without breaking the smooth rhythm of her artful, intense lovemaking, and their lips smashed against each other, locking once again in a toe-curling, sheet-clawing kiss.

She rocked her hips violently, with her willowy waist appearing to be dancing smoothly in an enchanting snake-like rhythm, while her skilful tongue violated his mouth. Wantonly and harmoniously, they're lost in their rough fucking and their bodies kept slapping together filling the night with an indecent symphony.

Uncontrollable raggedly breath of moans escaped his lips as he violently maneuvered his maleness into her clenching pussy. He caught the crimson flush revealed on her ravishing face and he felt her body began to tremble. He groaned as her hot pussy pulsed around his hardness, edging him to fill her in equal orgasms.

He reached around and held tight her curvaceous ass cheeks while he pumped himself deep inside her, reaching her furthest end, wildly hitting her cervix. Her enormous tits pressed into his chest. He finally lost himself, closing his eyes he groaned out a deep moan, "Darling, Fuck, I come."

With her carnal moan ringing in his ear, he gritted and tightened his genital muscles, they both screamed through the night as he erupted, shooting several streams of raw fertile sperm into her core. He filled her womb as she's also violently shuddered around him.

He wrapped his arms around her violin-shaped, gorgeously-proportioned body and held her tight. He continued to spasm inside her hot feminity and let her ride through her climax. She shook her head back and forth as her orgasm rumbled through her body.

He moaned lost in ecstasy, nothing more pleasurable than coming inside her. Buried deep in her hot core, he came hard barrelling geyser of love liquid into her. Squeezing tight her vaginal walls around his maleness, milking him, she ground herself harder causing pulse after pulse of sperm to stream deep inside her.

He's lost in the endless pleasure of their shared orgasm before an abrupt blank of nothingness struck upon him. In the next second, he woke up sweating, rolling his hips and just a hair away from finishing orgasm, breathing in fast pants and felt his uncontrollable heart rate.

Gone was the wet dream, the only thing left of the dream was the fading feel of her toned skin on his, her sexy nipple in his mouth, an ache in his balls, a hard cock and the mourning sun through the half-closed curtains. The uncomfortable wetness and stickiness somewhere in his lower region was apparent.

Julian groaned in frustration and rolled to the side. 5:30 a.m.

At this point he's completely woke up. Seriously! He chided himself, groaning in frustration. It dawned on him how helpless he was, craving for her to this extent. Longing for her warmth in his sleep. Wet dream was something foreign to him given that he had never lacked sex.

He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, closing his eyes, as he couldn't help himself, feeling hot once again with the mere thought of her. He's unusually turned on by now. His breathing was being taken short and it wouldn't stop. With a hopeless sigh, he cursed and worked his hands unfastening his nightrobes.

Groaning in misery, he slid down a hand between his legs, where he's aching, burning in a flaming passion. The copious amount of thick stickiness was uncomfortable in his skin, raw evidence of how quite great an orgasm he just had, but he couldn't get enough of it, wanting to finish it.

He felt ashamed of being this desperate and cursed himself, he wanted to resist but he felt feverish. He squeezed his eyes shut and wrapped his fingers around his veiny cock. With his own fresh release as lubricant, he began to stroke himself, trying to imitate the feeling of her squeezing, up and down.

With head drowning deep on the plush pillow, he pleasured himself with the lingering sweet memory of last night, where their lips merged into one, alluring eyes promised temptation looked back at him. A moan escaped his lips, after which, his memory was slowly replaced by his wet dream.

Her sensuously on top of him, enchanting face flashing erotic flush, grinding herself in a wild wave-like motion, enormous firm breast on his mouth. His hands holding her rounded ass, groaning in the pleasure of her tight pussy violated his hardness. Her with her enchanting smile, womanhandling him.

Feverish. He felt his calloused skin around his cock and it's still not enough. His fisting intensified. He wanted more of her warmth, he wanted her weight crushing him. Undoing him. He savored what she's doing to his body, him at her sweet mercy. He told himself that he wouldn't say her name when he comes. He wouldn't say it. Because she's not the one doing hard, sweet, fucking him right now. Kissing him. Squeezing him. Rocking her weight on top of him as he—

"Cassandra."

After an earth-shattering orgasm, he laid in bed, dazed. Then frustrated. Half-naked on his bed, and a plentiful amount of thick white seed could be seen all over the sheets. His eyes closed with one arm on top of it, chest rising up and down in disorderly breathing.

"I'm such a creep."

Julian took a minute of silence before he got out of his bed, dropping down his white nightwear on his way towards the bathroom. The morning light basked his glorious carving of toned bare body that would put any fairest model in shame, shining bright upon his chiseled form, intensifying his sexiness.

Standing still facing the mirror, he washed his face and scowled at himself in the mirror. Looking back at him was a man drowned in desperate craving. It occurred to him that he allowed himself to bore this infatuation to this extent. It's unhealthy and rationally speaking, it influenced him negatively.

It frustrated him that his infatuation began to worsen with each passing day. His mind clouded with the thought of her, as a mere thought of her was enough to set him aflame. It's definitely not something good but regardless of anything, he's the one to blame.

With his lip trapped between his white teeth, Julian shook his head. He felt the urgency of getting her to get over it. As much as he craved her, he wouldn't let himself fall further than he already had. He didn't have the luxury of having himself attached to someone, not when he had a vow he had yet to fulfill.

He calmed his breathing and closed his eyes. Yet all he saw is; her blooming smile that just like an epiphyllum, emitting an irresistible allure. Her soft and ladylike chuckle that caused his bones softening. Her alluring manners of occasionally covering her mouth and laughing softly that always make his heart throbbed. Her every breath that could set his body ablaze.

Sighing as he pad back to his room after cleaning himself, he pulled on black workout pants. By the time he's topless working on kettlebell squat in his ultra-modern private gym, with sweat beading on his glorious body and dripping out of his black hair, a faint frown revealed on his face when Geraldine walked in with something in her hand.