Stolen Identity: Mute Heiress

Chapter 353: Blowjob (R18)

After freshening up and changing into his clothes for the evening, Stefan sat in the living room, waiting for Genevieve to join him so they could leave.

He kept glancing toward the hallway, listening for the sound of Genevieve’s footsteps.

When the hallway door finally opened, he turned, and for a moment, his mind went blank.

Genevieve stood there in a fitted mini gown that hugged her body like it had been sewn onto her skin. The fabric clung to her curves, the neckline daring, the hem high on her thighs. Her blonde hair fell loose over her shoulders, framing her face, her red painted lips slightly parted like she already knew the effect she was having on him.

"What do you think?" She asked, spinning around.

Stefan blinked. "Are you seriously asking me that right now?" he asked hoarsely.

She smiled, slow and coy, tilting her head. "Yes, I am asking. Is my outfit a yes or a no?"

He dragged a hand down his face and let out a breath that sounded half like a laugh and half like a groan. "Viv," he said, shaking his head, "you cannot go out with me dressed like that."

Her brows drew together. "Why not?"

He stepped closer, his voice dropping. "Because I am using every ounce of self-control I have not to tear that dress off you and forget we ever had plans."

Her smile widened at that, and then she smirked, satisfied with his response.

"And what’s stopping you?" she asked in a sultry tone.

Stefan closed his eyes for a second. "You are not helping."

She stepped into his space, slipped her arms around his neck, and rose on her toes. "I’m not trying to. You know very well that I’ve always wanted you. You want me. So again, what’s stopping you?" She asked before kissing him.

The kiss wasn’t playful or teasing. It was deep, slow, and intentional. The kind of kiss that conveyed her desire.

As she kissed Stefan, his restraint snapped and he pulled her closer, One hand slid into her hair, the other remained firm at her waist as he kissed her back with a hunger that had been simmering ever since he started catching feelings for her.

Genevieve gasped softly into his lips, shocked by his hungry kiss, and the sound going straight through him.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on as if her legs couldn’t hold her up. The room felt suddenly too small and hot.

Her dress was in his way, and his jacket was in hers. They fumbled, urgent and uncoordinated, hands shaking as buttons were tugged and fabric pushed aside. Clothes fell wherever they landed, forgotten on the floor like they had never mattered.

Stefan lifted her without thinking, and she wrapped her legs around him on instinct, her forehead dropping to his as she laughed breathlessly, overwhelmed by the closeness, by how real this moment suddenly was.

"Stefan," she whispered his name, like she couldn’t believe what was happening.

He carried her toward the couch and lowered her carefully. His lips traced her skin like he was branding every inch of her, and when Genevieve couldn’t bear it anymore, she reached for him, pulling him up and covering his lips with hers.

"Make love to me, Stefan. I need you inside me now or I’m going to explode," she murmured against his lips as she reached for his zipper, since he was still wearing his trousers while she was wearing just her lace thong.

Stefan stepped out of his trousers, and Genevieve swallowed lustfully when her eyes fell on his erection.

Before Stefan could do anything, she sat up, wanting to take his cock into her mouth but he stepped away.

"No, don’t do that," he said calmly.

She frowned slightly. "Why not? Don’t you like blowjobs?"

"I don’t think it’s appropriate. I think it’s degrading and disrespectful to a lady..."

"It’s not," Genevieve cut in.

"You’re not a whore or a slut..."

She held his gaze. "Stefan, if that’s what you think of it, then I want to be your slut or whore or whatever you call it," she said, and watched as his erection twitched in agreement.

Stefan swallowed. "Genevieve..."

"So, have you never received a blowjob?" She asked, and he nodded.

"Like I said, I consider it degrading and I would never disrespect a lady by asking for something so disrespectful," he said, and she smiled.

"And no lady has offered to do it?" She asked, and he gave a one sided shrug.

"I’ve only been with one lady before you. And she didn’t offer," he said, and she nodded slowly.

"And even if she did, I have trust issues. What if she suddenly bites me or starts convulsing and bites it off? I once saw a video..." he trailed off when she started laughing.

"Stefan, please stop. I won’t bite you or convulse. Also, you’re not asking me to do it. You’re not disrespecting me in any way. I’m offering to do it because I love you and I want to pleasure you. I love what I see down there," she said, pointing at his boner, and Stefan turned away self consciously making her want to laugh.

"So, could you please let me do it?" She asked, and Stefan held her gaze for a moment. "I will stop if you don’t like it."

Stefan swallowed, "What do you want me to do? Stand or sit?"

"You can sit here," she said, and without saying a word, he sat on the couch, his legs parted, and Genevieve moved between his legs.

She wrapped her fingers around his thick cock, her eyes wide with excitement. She had seen her fair share of cocks before but she couldn’t remember any being so beautiful or sexy.

It was smooth and velvety, pulsing with life in her hands.

She caressed him gently, running her fingers along the veins, feeling the warmth and the stiffness.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against him, kissing the tip, then the side, then tracing her tongue along the shaft.

She heard Stefan’s sharp intake of breath, and she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his.

"Relax. I don’t bite," she whispered, her lips still against his shaft and a teasing smile on her face. "You can play with my hair or just watch me."

Stefan’s hand came to rest on her head, his fingers tangling in her hair and he watched as she returned her attention to his cock.

She opened her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting him, savoring him, feeling him throb against her lips.

She took him in her mouth, slowly, gently, her fingers still wrapped around the base. She moved her head up and down, her tongue sliding along the length, her lips sucking gently.

Stefan’s fingers tightened in her hair, his breath hitched and his body tensed when she picked up the pace, her movements more deliberate now, her eyes locked on his.

She saw him close his eyes, his head falling back against the couch, his hips lifting, his erection swelling even more, and she knew he was enjoying it.

She kept going, her mouth filled with him, her lips stretched around him, her tongue working him over, her eyes filled with tears.

She felt him grow harder, longer, thicker, and she knew he was getting close. She wanted to make him feel good, she wanted to see him lose control.

She cupped his balls, massaging them gently, as she bobbed her head faster. Her lips slid up and down his shaft, and her tongue flicked against the tip.

Finally, she heard him groan, a deep, guttural sound that filled the room, and she felt him stiffen, his hips rising, his fingers tightening in her hair. She knew he was about to cum.

"I need to pull out," Stefan said, urgently even though his hands remained buried in her hair, holding her in place.

Instead of pulling back, she kept going faster until she felt him explode in her mouth.

She held him there, her lips still wrapped around him, her mouth filled with his cum, as he shuddered and groaned, his body shaking.

After a long moment, she finally released him, pulling her lip away slowly, and licking off the stain from her lips as she looked at him.

"So?" she asked when Stefan opened his eyes.

Stefan looked down at her. Her lips were red and swollen, and her eyes sparkled with excitement as she smiled at him.

"I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was wonderful," he confessed, his voice hoarse as he held his hand out to her.

"I’m glad," she said, taking his hand and rising to sit beside him.

"Did you swallow it?" He asked when it occurred to him that she was speaking freely.

"Yeah. I did."

"Did you really enjoy doing that?"

She nodded. "Absolutely."

Stefan watched her, wondering if she’d grown to enjoy it because they’d made her do it a lot until she became used to it, or because she really loved doing it.

"What?" She asked with a self-conscious smile.

"Nothing," Stefan said, not wanting to say anything that might make her uncomfortable.

"I’m not a good girl, Stefan. You know all about my past. This is me. The real me. I love rough sex. I love giving blowjobs, I told you I was addicted to sex. If you’re going to look me this way over something as simple as a blowjob then—"

The rest of her words broke off when Stefan covered her lips with his, shutting her up.

"I didn’t ask that to judge you or make you feel guilty," he said apologetically. "I just wanted to understand you better. I’m sure we will find a sexual rhythm that works for us both," he said, then took her lips and this time slowly kissed her, building up the heat between them again.