Chapter 9: 🌶🔥🌶 The Mistake🌶🔥🌶

**9. The Mistake**

Cumson pulls the silver strap of my dress down, revealing my naked breast. I shiver as my breasts are uncovered, vulnerable to attack. The pupil of his eyes dilate and his eyes get darker, thinking of something wicked, unholy.

A cold shiver slides up my spine, raising the hairs on the back of my neck as he slowly leans down. My insides curl up in anticipation, churning and tutting as I feel his warm breath on my tiny pebble nipples and then his wet fucking mouth.

“Oh my god!” I pray to almighty.

I moan, arching my back as his sinful lips take possession of one of my nipples, sucking it between his teeth. He rolls his drunk tongue on my erect tits and sucks it like a child does to its favorite lollipop.

Rolling it, sucking, tonguing, and biting in between.

*My breasts were dinner for this hungry sinner.*

He grabs my other breast playing with them as he jerks his semi-hard wet cock that was inside of me minutes ago. I bite my lips, feeling the sensation of my nipples in between his teeth biting them a little hard.

With just the touch of his cock on my thigh I shudder into million vibrations. I feel it getting hard, long, and erect with every second passing as he licked, sucked, and bit, playing with my boobies.

Can’t control, going crazy,

I am so marinated in his gravy,

Don’t know what to do,

As I feel his hard Cuckoo.

I gasp as Dukeson grabs the back of my thigh and pull it up to my chest. I shiver again, feeling his thumping hard bulge pushing upwards against my leg. My eyes grow wider as I feel it near my open sex, hard and ready again.

I look down and gasp. I feel an electric current passing through me as I see it getting longer and harder. Long, straight and undeniably very hard, the straining veins and the bulbous head give it a powerful and dangerous look.

The sight of it made me nervous. Sweat forming, dripping wet nervous.

*How the fuck did he get so hard again?*

I don’t know what the hell was in those drugs, but they were capable enough to make a Chihuahua fuck like a horse.

I gulp nervously, gawking at his fully erect cock, jerking from side to side before my entrance. I bite my lips feeling possessed under the game of lust.

I can’t believe we are still in the lift, hanging on the 41st floor of the building. The glass of the elevator is transparent, naked like my pride.

At this point, I have no sense of right and wrong left in me. I mean we already fucked so… *Fuck it!*

I refuse to think and just act.

He rubs his cock again on my wet folds, rotating and poking my clit. I moan as I feel his tip teasingly entering in then out. In and out. In and-

“Stop!” Stop *fucking* teasing me.

I growl with frustration. Pokeson looks at me, narrowing his eyes angrily. I look back with the same fierce stare. He further narrows his eyes, poking a little deeper with his dick.

But soon he pulls out, making me feel unwanted and empty.

Maddening fury takes over me I shove my hands on his chest with a rough push. He furiously grabs both my hands in his one large claw and slams it above my head, locking it perfectly.

*When did this gay turn into ChristianGrey?*

His hands are so large and strong as they hold me tightly keeping me in place, open for him. With eyes locked in mine, he pushes his bald head penis a little deeper and grabs my other leg as he lifts me off the ground.

His penis enters me in one shot as he slams my back in glass, entering in one thrust. “FUCK!” I scream, moan, gasp as my walls widen roughly to take his pulsing hard cock in.

With just one thrust, my pussy feels liquidly slippery wet, and unbearably sensitive. I struggle to maintain my balance and I spread my legs wider to accommodate his sturdy hips that are pushing deep in me.

I scream holding his shoulders as he bangs his body into me, making loud thumping sounds in the elevator. *For a gay, he fucks hard.*

I throw my head back screaming, gasping, crying, trying to digest the intense sensations of getting fucked that crawl out of my beating pussy.

I shriek in pain as his tip pushes my cervix up roughly as he holds my hips tightly and began to walk with his cock in me. The gallery seems dark and very silent.

He jerks my body up and I fall hard and raw on his cock, moaning like a hoe. He slaps his hand on the biometric scanner and the doors open to his place.

All the lights automatically lit up on walking in. He lifts my body and let me down, thrusting himself in with a hard push as he takes a few twists and turns. My bag slips down from my arm as he roughly throws me on a big L shaped sofa.

In no time, Freakson gets above me, burying himself in my deep cave, pounding hard to find gold.

I feel inside hot with friction with his piston strokes, ramming continuously in me without missing a beat. My walls clench, squeeze him, choke hard on him as if they hate his fucking dick.

He growls, his chest vibrates with animalistic grunts.

I cum raw and hard on his thrusting cock but he doesn’t slow down instead gear up with his speed and pound in like a mad bull.

*If gays really fuck this good then I don’t need straight men.*

I cry, moan, scream, gasp and groan, crawling him, holding his shoulders, pulling him towards me, and spreading my legs more.

He pulls out and turns me around desperately, his cock twitching in the air to bury deep in me. I fall on my stomach, bouncing a few times on the soft mint green sofa.

Chuckson grabs my hips, forcing me on all four, and enters me with an immense thrust. I feel like he is pulling my insides out every time he withdraws his thick piece of meat and shove it again with more force than before.

Our grunts get louder, we’re almost there,

He fucks me doggie, without any care,

I cum on him as I tremble and shake,

Orgasm over, with a stingy ache.

My eyes roll back, screaming for god. I feel tired, dizzy, and almost not conscious. My body falls weakly on the sofa while he still pounds in me.

His cock jerking inside me and I feel hot liquid filling my pussy to the brin before the darkness takes me in a peaceful dream.

. . .

The pulse in my head throbs painfully as my eyes open up to,

♪♫ *It's Britney, Bitch…*

*I see you,*

*And I just want to dance with you,*

*Every time they turn the lights down,*

*Just want to go that extra mile for you,*

*Your public display of affection,* ♫♬

I reluctantly wake up from the soft cloud of bliss. My head throbs heavily as if someone is hammering a nail inside. With one open eye, I bend down and look at the device that is emitting such a cranky noise.

“AHHH!” I shriek in horror.

My both eyes open and widen as I see a half-naked man lying dead on his stomach on the cold marble floor. *Oh! Dickson.*

Suddenly, images of the previous night flood in my sober head like an uncontrollable, disastrous tsunami.

His cock.

My pussy.

Jumping

Pumping

Moaning

Groaning

Huffing

Puffing

Passion

Contraction

Spasm

Orgasm

Hotel?

Trivago!

I look down at him, his nude ass looks back at me while snoring and sleeping unconsciously. I rub my face vigorously as I deleted and report those kinky lewd images and pick the phone aggressively.

“WHAT?” I shout in utmost anger as if I’ll rip the motherfuckers head and feed its bones to the alligator while I record the whole scene and put it on my Snapchat as a story.

“Good morning, Joycelyn Cason Millan!” I hear a teasing voice calling me with a new name that I drunk and stole last night. *So it is Cason, not Gayson.*

“Ahh! Dennis.” I winch in pain as I try to stand up from the couch. My pussy feels swollen, on fire as if it got numerously punched by Muhammad Ali.

“How does it feel like to be a billionaire, babe?” Dennis cooes.

*Sore.*

“Ha ha! Fucking good.” I sit back on the couch and look around at expensive décor and furniture. My eyes catch on the Times magazine ideally lying on the table with a familiar face on its front page.

My eyes bulge out in surprise as I see the bastard posing in a blue suit looking directly into the camera. His grey eyes strike deeply on his greek sculpted face like a predator. Velociraptor.

“Once Cason will know how fucked he is-”

My heart jumps to my throat as I read the name of the bastard on the magazine. *Is this a fucking joke?* I knead my sleepy eyes aggressively and again look at the magazine.

“Hey, Dennis.”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Who-o is Ceasarrr Millan?” My voice quivers.

“Ceasar? He is the elder brother of Cason. Why?”

“Bra-bra-brootherrr?” My throat gets sore and crocky as if I deep-throated an elephant.

“Yea. Cason and Ceasar are twins. But if you ask me, Cason is much much hotter than Ceasar.”

*To-two-too-wins?*

My hands shudder with panic as I urgently pull out our marriage license from my bag. “Though he owns The Millan company, I heard he is a workaholic whore. Too boring.” Dennis gossips.

My heart rejects to beat in my chest as if it got clogged, my lung decline to take in air as I read the name of my husband,

Ceasar Millan.

*I am so fucked!*