Chapter 15 Chapter Fifteen
Luciano's POV.
Kamari's request caught me by surprise because she'd been the same person who wanted to run off.
And suddenly? She wanted to share a room with me because she was scared of Celine?
That didn't quite sound like the answer. She was probably just jealous of Celine. And the thought of that was rather cute.
“Hmm, alright. One thing though,” I muttered and she lifted a brow, waiting for my next words.
“Even though I bought you to use you as a sex toy, you're not qualified to have sex with me.”
Kamari’s face fell with shock as she gasped, “Not that I'm interested in being in your bed but how come your worker's daughter is qualified and I'm not?”
I smirked, knowing my words got to her, “How can I answer that question if you claim you're not jealous? I'll only answer if you agree that you're indeed jealous of Celine.”
Kamari's cheeks burned red, she rolled her eyes and I was expecting her to deny it.
But then her words surprised me.
“Ugh. Fine, I am jealous of her, okay? I hate how she touches you, and I don't even know why that should bother me!” She confessed, frustration written all over her face.
Damn.
I felt strange from hearing that, almost like I needed to reassure her but then I brushed off the idea, as a better one came to mind.
“Well, if you really want to have me, you'll have to prove it. You'll have to earn it.” I said, testing the waters.
If my observations about Kamari over the past few days have been correct then she was sure to reject and leave my room.
As that was exactly what I wanted.
But then she squared her shoulders, maintaining eye contact with me, “How do I prove it?”
Shock clutched my chest but I maintained the icy look on my face.
I uttered nothing, widening my legs on the chair. As if understanding my moves, she began walking towards me.
Amidst the determination that was evident from her body movements, I could also notice the subtle feeling of fear around her, almost like she was debating whether her next actions were going to be good or bad.
In no time, she knelt down in between my legs, her trembling hands reaching for my belt buckle. I wanted to stop her, but I believed she'd back out on her own so I waited.
But when she successfully managed to unbuckle me and was about to free my length, I grabbed her hand.
“What are you doing?” I questioned.
She gently freed her hand from my grip, placing them over my crotch, “Proving myself to you. Isn't that what you want?”
My brows arched, “I don't want you doing what you'll end up regretting just because you want to prove yourself to me.”
Kamari hummed, shaking her head in disapproval, “Why do I feel like you're just scared of me touching you?”
My lips turned up, “Look who's grown so bold overnight. Interesting.”
She continued with what she was doing, now unzipping my pants. Even though I admired her boldness, I had no high expectations.
All the times I'd watched her have sex with her late husband, it had just been plain, boring sex. They barely had foreplays and her stupid ex–husband always fucked he from behind, like he didn't want to see her face.
He never ate her out, never made her cum and also never let her suck him off. There were mostly just cries from Kamari and they were far from pleasure.
So I didn't think she'd have experience with giving a blowjob.
And I had plans to change her horrible sex life. But I also had no intentions to rush her into my bed, I wanted her to crave me first. And I didn't mind how long it'd take, as long as she was with me, it was bound to happen.
“Ah–” my thoughts were disrupted when Kamari's slick tongue drove over my tip with a violent force.
Her cheeks hollowed, copying the shape of my cock as she sucked me off. My heartbeat increased as my blood flow rushed down there, making me swell even harder in her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down, so fast that I didn't even get the chance to breathe deeply before she trapped my cock again.
Her own moans came out as muffled sounds as my tip reached her throat and groans started tearing out from my throat.
Fuck.
She was way better than I expected and the fact that she even loved what she was doing excited me even more.
She tightened her mouth whenever she got to my tip, increasing pressure around my crown and making it spasm with need.
“Shit, Kamari,” I mumbled amidst my groans, my trembling hands dangling on the chair, unable to even hold her head.
She was going that fast.
While she sucked me off with her mouth, one of her hands curled around my base while the other massaged my sacs, making my entire body throb with pleasure.
I hung my head backwards, closing my eyes as my mind focused on her warm tongue sliding over my length.
Her free hand alternated between my sacs and my thighs, as she rubbed my sacs, she rubbed my thighs, heightening the heat coursing through me.
My cock twitched, and my body tensed as the build up of ejaculation teased my insides.
Just then, my cum dripped out of me, “Fuck fuck fuck!” I groaned loudly as I pushed my hip faster into her hot mouth as the feel of ejaculation washed over me.
“Fuck, you’re such a good slut,” I muttered as I slipped my cock out of her.
Her face split with embarrassment and her eyes welled up with pain, almost like my words s
tabbed at her heart.
Without uttering a word, she rose to her feet, storming out of the room.