Chapter 6: Six

Isiaah quickly parked the car when they reached a particular place.

Maeluthe was able to look around the area, so her foot was itching to go down. The place seems like a park, but it’s amazing, especially since no kids are playing.

‘‘Sir–’’

Maeluthe’s eyes widened quickly when she felt the violent kisses from the man to her.

No, she just imagining it, she told herself. How can the boss kiss him this violently? Is she really that desperate?

‘‘Oh. . .’’ When she felt Isiaah’s weak biting and sucking on her lips, she almost knocked her head somewhere.

After a few seconds of Maeluthe’s shock, Isiaah averted his face from her.

He’s going crazy, Isiaah thought. Even now, he can’t seem to back out. He thought twice in front of the woman, so he looked at her affectionately and waited for her reaction.

‘‘I have been hoping to do this since the moment. . . you, you–’’

Even before Isaiah had finished saying that, Maeluthe pressed her lips to him.

It’s refreshing, Isaiah said to himself. He had kissed hundreds of women, but he felt differently now — as if it was pure. . . sincere, true.

Isiaah gently pulled her head back to him so that he could feel her lips on his again.

In that short span of time, he loves twisting his tongue inside the girl’s mouth. It was unbelievable. In to the simple thing she does, he was already so aroused.

Isiaah’s hand moved from the back of her head, slid down her neck, and over her breast. He put his body on the girl’s body for a while, continuously massaging her breast even though her top clothes were still there.

Unbeknownst to Isiaah, that feeling was familiar to Maeluthe. Making out with the man she had sex with, even though she didn’t expect they would meet again, she couldn’t help but rejoice.

Isiaah pulled his body back just enough to put one hand on her thigh. He ran his hands along them, making her body tremble.

He barely lifted the dress Maeluthe was wearing as he stared intently before turning his gaze back to the woman, who was waiting for him to move.

That stare could make any girl tremble. Maeluthe was restless with thoughts. Are they going to do it? Will the two really have sex right in his car?

A long moan came out of Maeluthe’s mouth when she felt Isiaah’s gentle caresses on her soaking wet womanhood. Even though her panties were still there, it almost electrified her with the sensation she was feeling. The bulge in Isiaah’s pants was begging for her attention. Even if she wanted to reach and hold it, she could not move her hands because of the man’s tight grip on her.

From below, Isiaah gently pulled her sleeveless dress. Maeluthe didn’t seem to focus on that thing. Her gaze focused on Isiaah’s manhood as if it was already lost in its cage.

Isiaah lowered the cup of her strapless bra. He circled his fingers to her breast and teased her nipple.

That didn’t help for Maeluthe because it seemed like she lost more of herself. Afterward, the man lowered his head to take her nipple into his mouth.

The fight is over, Maeluthe thought.

No matter how much she thought that she would separate work and personal life, she didn’t seem to care about that at the moment.

‘‘Are you sure you’re okay with this?’’ Isaiah asked worriedly. But then, it’s too late for that question as Maeluthe’s system seems to have completely shut down because of that amazing feeling.

‘‘Huh?’’ the woman said softly. ‘‘Ah, yes. . .’'

He stopped kissing her and pulled back for a moment. Isiaah trailed his hands along Maeluthe’s smooth thighs again, but by that time, the ample control of the young man still had was lost.

He quickly lowered Maeluthe’s panty, enough for him to see the entirety of her femininity.

Maeluthe could no longer stop her body. Her eyes narrowed as she began to feel the young man’s small kisses on her thigh.

Even before she asked to raise those kisses, Isiaah’s tongue already tempted the outer edges of her folds. He no longer hesitated to open her thigh even further, giving the young woman a more comfortable and spacious place.

Holding on to Maeluthe’s two knees, the man continued to suck and lick her femininity.

Drenched and unable to grasp the overflowing feeling, Maeluthe could do nothing but cling to the man’s hair while shouting his name.

She wasn’t going to stop him, she thought. She knew for the rest of her life that she might be ashamed of what she was doing now, but she couldn’t hold back.

‘‘Sir, please,’’ Maeluthe begged.

Jaws clenched, Isiaah began to hurry to take off his pants. Even he couldn’t explain his feelings and all just sent out the worldly feeling.

‘‘Maeluthe. . .’’ He called her again.

He didn’t know if it was doing the right thing, but if not, maybe he wanted to hear the maiden’s restraint. He wants to hear his disapproval.

‘‘Sir–’’

He was finally at the mouth of Maeluthe’s femininity when they quickly sighed because of the loud knocks of someone right outside Isiaah’s car.

It was as if a very cold water had been poured on the two. At the same time, their eyes widened when they finally realized what they were doing.

It wasn’t long before Isiaah’s cellphone rang loudly. He has no other choice but to answer.

‘‘This is Isiaah Jacinto–’’

‘‘Hello, Sai! Why is your car moving so much?’’

His temper only increased when he heard Baste’s voice. ‘‘I’m going out. Wait for me there, you bastard.’’

Maeluthe, on the other hand, adjusted her clothes. That incident is over, so she has to face the shame. She’s doomed. She just wants to squeeze her body into some part of that car.

When he settled down, the man smiled slightly at him before leaving. ‘‘I’m just going to cause trouble outside,’' Isiaah said with a frown.

Maeluthe couldn’t help but smile at what he said as a reason. She immediately bites her lip.

So, the man doesn’t regret that. He acknowledged what happened.

“Don’t do that again. I can’t stop myself from kissing you,” he said before finally facing his friends right on the side of the car.

‘‘You look like a mess, Isai!’’

Maeluthe even managed to hear Baste’s mock to his friend. She looked at her hand that she had used to hold the man’s hair earlier, at how she pierced his face into her femininity.

If that’s the case, she would prefer to bite the lips more often.