desire, she spread her legs like a cheap whore and allowed his fingers to explore her innermost secret and precious place. She closed her eyes, breathed deep, and followed each of Micaela’s teasing moves. His fingers not only crept inside her panties like thieves, but took possession of every sensitive part of her pussy. No doubting his experience. One by one, he parted her thick folds, explored the inner lips, and trailed the tingling skin approaching her clit.
She whimpered from sharp lust. Her breathing hitched, and her juices ran as she anticipated the bolt of lightning that would soon rush to her womb.
But instead of touching her tiny point of nerves, he went back with slow, precise movements and stopped at the entrance of her cunt, lingering. What a tease! She grunted impatience. The hard cock pressing against her knees left no question about the effort it took for him to wait.
Unwilling to cooperate, she pushed forward, pressing her cunt against his fingers. Two slid in, and she jerked her head back with a small cry of satisfaction as they grazed her inner walls. A new, intense wave of heat washed over her. Her muscles contracted around his hard fingers, demanded to be invaded, conquered, brought to another world.
He chuckled into her lap. “You so wet. So hot.”
Her eyes flew open. She’d forgotten other sounds existed in life than ragged breaths and moans.
With a rumble in his throat, he removed his warm hand from her panties and let her skirt fall. Cold air brushed the insides of her thighs, replacing moist heat as he backed off, though his other hand stayed curled on her butt cheek, each finger deep in her skin, as if he didn’t want to let go quite yet.
Why did he move away? She peeked down at the same time as he looked up.
His dark, mischievous eyes met hers, long locks hanging in his face. He grinned and shook his hair back before opening his mouth and placing glistening fingers on his pink tongue, holding her gaze with a gleam of naughtiness. God, he was such a tease, wrapping those sexy lips around his digits and sucking!
She prepared for a new round of seduction when he frowned, took his fingers out, and stared at them. Suspicion marring his features, he shot her a glance before sniffing his hand.
Her chest tightened. What was wrong, did she smell? Due to the power loss, she hadn’t been able to shower this morning, but she had washed with a cloth and soapy water. Surely that had to be good enough.
He looked up again, black eyes hardening. “Why you so wet?”
Wet? She was so engulfed in desire, it took a moment to comprehend his words.
Then it dawned on her. Oh mon Dieu . She was wet because Brian had come inside her in the cellar.
Chapter Nine
Before Anne could think of something to say, Micaela took his other hand away from her butt. The chair’s legs grazed the floorboards with a loud, scorching sound that seemed to accentuate his sudden anger and create distance between them.
“You been busy.” Glaring, he rose.
“No, wait.” She was taken aback. An inexplicable frustration built inside, squeezing her heart and making her head spin. “But, my husband….”
“So?”
“H-how can you be angry?”
“You have problem to see I like you?”
At a loss for words, she shook her head.
“Is obvious, no?”
“Y-yes, but—”
“Maybe I don’t want to share you, you know?”
“Share me?” She began to see the kind of person he was. A proud man, easily jealous, acting on his emotions without thinking. “But Micaela, I’m married! You’re not making sense.”
“Fuck.” His talking provoked a new series of coughs. Bending over, he went to the window. His torso jerked with each bark, and his long hair thrashed. Hands on his knees, he almost retched.
She glanced at the bottles on the desk, but the way things looked, he would probably refuse her help. Hurt rushed through her chest. One moment, they were intimate and connecting on the highest possible
She whimpered from sharp lust. Her breathing hitched, and her juices ran as she anticipated the bolt of lightning that would soon rush to her womb.
But instead of touching her tiny point of nerves, he went back with slow, precise movements and stopped at the entrance of her cunt, lingering. What a tease! She grunted impatience. The hard cock pressing against her knees left no question about the effort it took for him to wait.
Unwilling to cooperate, she pushed forward, pressing her cunt against his fingers. Two slid in, and she jerked her head back with a small cry of satisfaction as they grazed her inner walls. A new, intense wave of heat washed over her. Her muscles contracted around his hard fingers, demanded to be invaded, conquered, brought to another world.
He chuckled into her lap. “You so wet. So hot.”
Her eyes flew open. She’d forgotten other sounds existed in life than ragged breaths and moans.
With a rumble in his throat, he removed his warm hand from her panties and let her skirt fall. Cold air brushed the insides of her thighs, replacing moist heat as he backed off, though his other hand stayed curled on her butt cheek, each finger deep in her skin, as if he didn’t want to let go quite yet.
Why did he move away? She peeked down at the same time as he looked up.
His dark, mischievous eyes met hers, long locks hanging in his face. He grinned and shook his hair back before opening his mouth and placing glistening fingers on his pink tongue, holding her gaze with a gleam of naughtiness. God, he was such a tease, wrapping those sexy lips around his digits and sucking!
She prepared for a new round of seduction when he frowned, took his fingers out, and stared at them. Suspicion marring his features, he shot her a glance before sniffing his hand.
Her chest tightened. What was wrong, did she smell? Due to the power loss, she hadn’t been able to shower this morning, but she had washed with a cloth and soapy water. Surely that had to be good enough.
He looked up again, black eyes hardening. “Why you so wet?”
Wet? She was so engulfed in desire, it took a moment to comprehend his words.
Then it dawned on her. Oh mon Dieu . She was wet because Brian had come inside her in the cellar.
Chapter Nine
Before Anne could think of something to say, Micaela took his other hand away from her butt. The chair’s legs grazed the floorboards with a loud, scorching sound that seemed to accentuate his sudden anger and create distance between them.
“You been busy.” Glaring, he rose.
“No, wait.” She was taken aback. An inexplicable frustration built inside, squeezing her heart and making her head spin. “But, my husband….”
“So?”
“H-how can you be angry?”
“You have problem to see I like you?”
At a loss for words, she shook her head.
“Is obvious, no?”
“Y-yes, but—”
“Maybe I don’t want to share you, you know?”
“Share me?” She began to see the kind of person he was. A proud man, easily jealous, acting on his emotions without thinking. “But Micaela, I’m married! You’re not making sense.”
“Fuck.” His talking provoked a new series of coughs. Bending over, he went to the window. His torso jerked with each bark, and his long hair thrashed. Hands on his knees, he almost retched.
She glanced at the bottles on the desk, but the way things looked, he would probably refuse her help. Hurt rushed through her chest. One moment, they were intimate and connecting on the highest possible
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