Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Fix an Away Game
Emmanuella's POV
I saw him with my side eyes as he peeped into my phone.
Scoff!
I got it, he was trying to know if I already had a police officer's phone number and if I was planning to report him.
“Alas, baby boy!” I thought to myself as I smirked. “Today is not that day I shall let your rat off to the cat.” I thought again.
Just then, when I saw that his eyes were not on my phone screen again. I went into my archived messages and started texting.
“Hey Roy” I texted,
“Hey Emma” he replied.
Roy was someone I met just a few weeks ago in one of the parties I was invited to and since then, we have been getting close.
“What are you doing tonight?” I texted.
“Nothing, just gonna Netflix and chill I guess?” he replied. Then I smiled into my screen as if he could see my face right through his phone.
“Can I come?” I replied. And as though he expected this message,
“sure. I mean, if you want to?” he sent with a smiling and love emoji at the same time. And that was it, that was all I needed.
Immediately I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, I washed every piece of Gabriel’s sweat and saliva off my cleavage and nipples. Thus, I took a fresh bath and got dressed into a pink gown slit at the tighs.
There was no need for panties or a bra. This outfit, this look was perfect for the intention i have in my mind.
I said nothing to the fool. He was still vividly awake and in bed, his dark eyes looked worried as he brushed his eyes to me.
“Are you going out?” he asked,
“Well, doesn’t it look like it?” I answered then I walked out of the room, picked up my car key from where do we keep them, and walked out of the house eventually.
When I slid into my car, I saw that he just turned off the bedroom light. For some other husbands who cared about their wives, in this case, they checked from the window and wished the wife came back into the house. But that he turned off the light?
Well, I didn’t care if he cared or not. As long as I wanted, he remained in this marriage with me whether he liked it or not.
I arrived at Roy’s apartment. To be honest, this was not the first time I was here. There was a first time, but of course, I only drove him here. His car was faulty.
“Hey!” he greeted me excitedly as he opened the door.
“I brought champagne!” I said happily showing him the champagne I bought for us from the wine store just on my way here.
At first, we turned on the TV as we started eating the pizza he brought and drinking the wine I brought. After we finished, he sat on the couch, and we began watching a Netflix movie together.
My head rested on his shoulder, and his arm was wrapped around me, with his fingers grazing my thighs because my legs were curled up on the couch as well.
Feeling his fingers on my thighs, I understood what that gesture meant. At that moment, I also heard him gulp audibly.
“He is scared.” I smiled to myself.
“Let me make it easy for him,” I thought to myself as I lifted my head and gently rested it on his leg. This made me face the ceiling, and at the same time, pushed my breasts upward, perfectly in his line of sight if he looked down.
I heard him gulp again, his hands trembling slightly before he managed to place one on my stomach.
“Yes, baby boy. Caress me slowly now,” I thought, but he just kept his hand resting in the same spot.
“Perhaps he needs another push?” I thought again. Gently, I placed my hand on his and guided it upward, straight to my breast.
When his hand touched my breast, I heard him gulp again. Then he looked down at me, my face still resting on his leg.
“Fuck it,” he muttered under his breath. Just then, he leaned down, rushing to press his lips against mine.
“Yes! Finally!” I thought as I wrapped my arms around his head, moaning softly. I could feel his dick harden beneath my head, and my thighs grew wet with arousal.
This wasn’t a feeling I was having with Gabriel. To be candid, it had been a long time since I felt this way, and you think I’d miss the chance to be fucked when I’d been starved because he was a losing bitch? Hell no!
I lifted my head from his leg and leaned back against the couch’s backrest. Meeting his intense gaze, I pulled him on top of me.
We were both breathing heavily now, consumed by a passion we shared—something Gabriel had lacked ever since his life fell apart. And I loved it.
Without hesitation, I pulled up my gown, revealing my wet pussy and bare ass to him. In response, he hurriedly pulled down his pants. His pubic hair was thick and overgrown, like an untamed forest, but I didn’t care.
“Been a while since you fucked?” I asked him.
“Yeah,” he panted heavily before sliding his hard dick into my wet pussy.
“Yes,” I moaned, overcome by the rush of goodness, sweetness, and pleasure as my body welcomed him with joy.
Then, he stretched his hand to my neck, pressing me down against the couch. I noticed the veins bulging in his arms.
I hadn’t realized he was this muscular, that he had this kind of strength. With every movement of his hips, he thrust in and out, starting slow, then picking up the pace—faster and faster like an athlete racing for glory.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out, my voice a mix of pain and pleasure, the overwhelming sensation making me feel like I was in heaven on earth.