Read Novel Full Chapter 933: In-Club Counter (r-18)
Chapter 933: In-Club Counter (r-18)
She was still trembling from the orgasm that had ripped through her from nothing more than the tip of one finger.
Chest heaving, thighs glistening with her own slick, eyes glassy and unfocused.
"Please..." she whispered again, voice hoarse and broken. "Ruin me while she sleeps... make me yours."
I didn’t answer with words.
Every second count with a horny lady in your suite, doesn’t it? Hehe~
I stood, slid my hands under the full curves of her ass — fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh, her ass felt perky and firm in her skirt, I was already wonder how they feel naked — and lifted her like she weighed nothing.
Patt gasped as her feet left the floor, — a soft, surprised sound that melted into a needy whimper when I carried her the three steps to the marble kitchen counter of the suite and set her down on the cool stone edge.
The chill of the marble bit into her ass cheeks through the thin fabric of her skirt. She hissed softly at the contrast — hot skin meeting cold stone — and her thighs instinctively clenched once before I stepped between them.
Her skirt had already ridden high on her hips. I hooked two fingers into the tight hem of her skirt and slowly, deliberately dragged it the rest of the way up until the fabric bunched uselessly around her waist like a ruined belt.
Her thighs spilled out— full, juicy, thick and plush in all the right places. In the low golden light of the suite, they looked obscene: smooth, lightly tanned skin glowing with a fine sheen of sweat, the inner flesh softer, paler, almost luminous, already shiny with thin trails of her arousal that had leaked down from her soaked panties.
The meat of her thighs quivered with every shallow breath she took; the plush curves trembled when I pressed my hips forward, spreading them wider. Up close they felt like warm velvet under my palms — heavy, yielding, the skin fever-hot and slightly tacky where her slick had trickled down earlier.
Every time she shifted, the inner surfaces slid against each other with a faint, wet whisper.
I stepped fully between those thick thighs, forcing them apart until her knees hooked over the counter edge, feet dangling helplessly. My hands stayed on her ass — kneading the soft flesh, spreading her cheeks slightly so her soaked panties pulled tighter against her swollen folds.
Then I leaned in and kissed her.
I was already so hungry for her. I did not want to wait anymore n claiming every inch of her.
The kiss was deep, claiming, filthy as I claimed her mouth. My tongue pushed past her lips like I already owned the inside of her mouth, tasting the faint bitterness of wine and the sweet-salt desperation on her tongue.
She moaned into me— loud, broken —hands flying up to clutch my shirt, her grip was pretty firm, then my shoulders, nails digging in as she tried to pull me closer.
Her thighs squeezed around my waist instinctively, thick muscles flexing, trying to drag my body flush against her dripping center which she was, as it seemed, wanted me to claim already. The heat pouring off her core was unbearable — even through my trousers I could feel how scalding she was, how her soaked panties were already leaving a wet spot against my abdomen.
When I finally broke the kiss, her lips were swollen, shining with spit, parted on shallow pants.
I dropped to my knees right there on the marble floor.
Patt’s breath hitched audibly — sharp, almost pained. "Eros... what are you—"
I didn’t answer. I simply leaned forward and pressed my open mouth to the inside of her left thigh — high, right where the softest, warmest flesh met the edge of her soaked panties.
I could already smell more of her waiting dripping pussy. Her scent was that of an aged pussy without a real cock surely as her thoughts had supplied.
It was so rich and made me want her more. Just like a feeling of smelling an aged wine.
From this alone, I could tell Patt wasn’t a toy person and preferred the real cock.
For that, I was going to reward her well.
Such willpower deserved a godly cock ruining her.
The first contact of my lips against her skin made her shudder violently like something was going through her— whole body jerking like I’d shocked her. Her thigh felt fever-hot under my mouth, the plush meat trembling against my tongue as I dragged it in a slow, broad stripe upward.
She tasted faintly salty from sweat, sweet-musky from the trail of her arousal that had leaked down earlier — thick, heady, coating my lips and tongue with every lick. The skin was impossibly soft, yielding under the slightest pressure, dimpling when I sucked gently, then blooming pink when I pulled harder her skin with my warm mouth.
"Oh my gods..." she whimpered, head falling back against the cabinet with a dull thud. Her hands flew to my head — fingers plunging deep into my hair, gripping so hard my scalp stung. "Eros... your mouth... on my thighs... fuck... it’s too much..."
That my friend is a moan of a starved lady.
I kissed her there — slow, open-mouthed, lips dragging wet trails up the plush curve, tongue flattening to lap at the sensitive inner flesh. Every time my mouth moved higher, her thigh quivered harder against my cheek — the thick muscle jumping under my lips, slick with her own cream where it had run down.
I sucked the soft meat into my mouth — gentle at first, then harder — pulling until a faint pink mark bloomed against the pale skin, then soothing it with slow circles of my tongue.
She was shaking uncontrollably now from, just now.
Her thighs clamped around my ears — not to trap me, but because the pleasure was overwhelming her and I didn’t mind this grip at all. The plush inner flesh pressed hot and slick against my cheeks, trembling violently with every kiss.
She tried to close them tighter — hips started rolling helplessly in search for my tongue to go to her mouth— but I held them open with my shoulders, spreading her wider so I could reach higher.
Her hands tightened in my hair — yanking me forward, grinding my face deeper into the warm, soft trap of her thighs.
"Eros... please... I can’t... your lips... they’re burning me..." One hand left my hair and raked down my back — nails dragging hard through my shirt, leaving stinging red lines that burned deliciously. She pulled me in again — almost frantically — smothering my face between those thick, juicy thighs while her hips bucked in tiny, desperate jerks.
{His mouth feels like fire... every kiss is sending shocks straight to my clit... I’m dripping onto the counter... while Rory sleeps right there... I’m letting a teenager mark my thighs with his mouth on a hotel kitchen counter... and I want him to keep going... how old is he even...
{Fuck it! I want him to ruin me right here where she could wake up and see her mother spread open and shaking... fuck, I’m disgusting... and I’m so wet it’s running down my ass...}
I switched to the other thigh not to keep it waiting any l0nger that it should— same slow, filthy attention. Lips dragging, tongue lapping broad, wet stripes up the plush curve, tasting the salt-sweet trail of her arousal that had leaked even farther down now.
I sucked hard — pulling the soft flesh deep into my mouth until another pink bruise bloomed against the pale skin — then soothed it with slow, circling licks that made her thigh jump and quiver against my tongue.
Every kiss brought me closer to her soaked panties, but I never touched them. Not yet.
Her pussy lips— remained still untouched — reacted anyway. Beneath the drenched lace, her entrance fluttered visibly at my sight— winking open and closed in frantic little spasms, pushing out fresh beads of thick, glossy slick that soaked the fabric darker with every heartbeat.
The thin cotton clung transparently to her swollen folds — outlining the plump outer lips, the long ruffled inner petals, the rigid clit standing proud and throbbing at the top. A thin string of her cream stretched from the crotch of her panties down to the marble counter, hanging for a second before dripping with a soft plink.
Patt was losing her mind.
Her thighs quivered uncontrollably around my face — thick muscles jumping every time my lips moved higher. She yanked my hair harder, grinding my face deeper into the warm, plush flesh while her hips rolled in helpless circles. "Eros... please... I can’t take it... your mouth is killing me... I’m dripping everywhere... just... just lick my pussy..."
But I stayed right there — face buried between her thick, juicy thighs, kissing and sucking every inch of them while my hot breath ghosted over her soaked panties, teasing the throbbing clit beneath the lace without ever touching it.
Her pussy clenched visibly with every kiss I placed higher up her thighs — entrance fluttering desperately, pushing out more slick that ran in slow, shiny trails down her inner thighs and pooled beneath her on the marble.
She was completely helpless — legs spread wide on the counter, skirt bunched around her waist, thighs marked with my mouth in faint pink bruises, hands desperately pulling me deeper into the soft, warm trap of her legs — while I refused to give her pussy the contact it screamed for.
And she had never been wetter in her life.