Did that jog your memory

She quickly sat up to get down but his annoyingly long legs brought him to the bed in two large strides right before her. She swung her leg in a kick only for him to catch her shin. 

"Ugh!" She swung the other one only for it to be caught. 

Kareena had finally figured out the type of fighter Claude was. He would exhaust his opponent by letting them attack him and he blocking them. But once he starts attacking, oh, they're utterly screwed. 

Kareena understood this very well because this..... It was her style. Unfortunately, she was too much into her feelings she could not get the upper hand. Now, she was exhausted, but she would not give up.

He pulled her to him, spreading her legs wide apart situating himself between them. "This feels like foreplay to angry sex. A few blows exchanged in between me fucking you senselessly. This position would be perfect, you'd watch your greedy little pussy at work. What do you think?"

"Mmf!" Her glare contrasted his smirk, getting infuriated by his words. She swung her arms but to her utter disappointment, he caught and pinned them above her head.

"Mr. Walker, this is wrong!" She grunted with heavy breaths, wriggling to free herself. The position was fueling her situation downstairs!

"I told you to use my first name and you dared to play stranger with me. What will I do with you woman?" He asked whilst slipping his hand under her blouse. 

"Ha-aa..." She gasped out in a shudder when his cold fingers glazed against her soft warm skin. "Mr. Walker-"

"Still playing stranger? What do I do with you?" He shook his head as his hand traced it's way to her back and unhooked her bra. Was it his thing to say one thing and do another?

"Nooo! Wait! Waaaaait!" She cried out in between labored breaths at his hand that torturously traced her ribs and snuck under her loose bra cups. "L-L-Let's talk about this!"

"I think we tried that already", he replied, seeming unbothered to her squirming.

"Wait! Listen to me! Mr.-" She gasped. "Yves!"

A cold large hand clasped the warm and soft fleshy mound. Her nipple grew erect under the cold touch. 

"I thought I would never hear you say my name again", he smiled, as he started to knead her boob. 

She bit her lower lip, refusing to release a moan that was at the tip of her tongue. Her flesh protruded in between his fingers as he played with it, pinching and flicking her erect bud. 

He studied her face and the corners of his lips curved up. One night with Kareena and he learned she was a boobs girl, very sensitive. Those pursed lips, he knew what she was doing but he also knew how to get her to open her mouth. 

He chuckled, giddy about what he was about to do. A protesting Kareena felt her heart sink when she heard that sound. He's up to something and it's not something in her favor!

"Wait! Yves! What are you doing?" She watched in panic as he slipped his hand out and pushed up the hem of her blouse. 

"Yves wait!" She pleaded, her face growing red as her boobs came into view under his develish smirk. "Wait- ah!" 

His warm mouth latched onto her nipple as quickly as his hands let go of hers to wrap around her waist. 

"L-Let go!" She pushed at his shoulders, feeling her scalp go numb from the sensation. His hold on her waist tightened, drawing her to him. "Aargh!"

He bit down on her, sending jolting pain filled pleasure rippling through her. The numbness spread to her limbs, weakening her hold on him. Her legs, she had yet to notice were free, wrapped around his waist, her subconscious attempt to close her legs. Her sex ached from the lack of attention. 

"Ahh Yves", she moaned out in complaint. He skillfully twirled his tongue over her nipple and suckled to ease the pain he inflicted. 

She threw her head back, eyes closed to reel in the pleasure his mouth brought to her. Her hands moved to his wet head, gripping his hair to pull him against her, she wanted more. 

He nibbled and flicked it with his tongue before vacuuming it in his mouth. One hand found its way to her other boob, to give it attention. 

"Ahh!" She moaned out in frustration. The ache down there only grew, her thighs would cause some friction if she closed them but the man remained an obstruction. 

"Yves!" She whined, unable to voice her complaint that only came out as a moan. 

She watched him let go of the one and take the other in his mouth, his hand replacing his mouth on the other. He looked up at her face to come in contact with her eyes that were watching him. 

He lifted his head, pulling at her nipple in the process before letting go to kiss the bud. "Did that jog your memory?"

She turned her reddened face away, using her hand to cover her eyes when she felt him take it in his mouth again. How did it get to this point? This was not the plan! Far from it!