Chapter 40 Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty
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Mirah
He stiffened moments later, and finally climaxed over my face.
“Good girl.” He cooed.
I barely regained my breath, when he scooped me up from the floor, and sat down on the sofa. That way, my legs were spread eagled, my ass on his lap, and my back against the sofa.
He tore the thong without hesitation, and bent to lick my clit.
“God,” I breathed, fisting his hair, and arching my legs. He moved away, deftly pushing his fingers into my dripping pussy. It swallowed them greedily, and he chuckled.
“Eager to be fucked, aren't you?”
I found myself nodding. He began pumping in and out, my pussy making slurpy sounds as he continued.
I forgot how to breathe, as I placed my hands above my head.
“Please- fuck.” I moaned.
“Please, what?” He doubled his pace, not taking his eyes away from mine.
“Make me come.” I whimpered, writhing and trying to move away as the pleasure mounted.
His hand on my hip held me in place. “Of course, you'd come. Make sure you keep count this time around.”
His dangerous promise excited me, making pleasure twist in my lower belly. His thumb brushed against my clit, as his left hand moved up to caress my breasts.
I could only twist, moan and turn at this point, as I reached out for an orgasm that was close, yet so far.
He leaned in and locked my lips with his. I moaned into his mouth, as I felt my climax drawing near.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned into his mouth.
Spasms upon spasms of pleasure hit me, as I writhed beneath his fingers. I bit on his lower lip, brushing my tongue against his. He tasted heavenly as always.
A hint of watermelon, and mint, evaded my senses as he deepened the kiss.
He pulled away, and caressed my breast again.
“Come for me, Love.”
A loud moan tore up my throat, as I orgasmed. I bucked against his fingers, again and again, until I thought I'd die from pleasure.
“That was so good,” I breathed, leaning up to snuggle against him. He didn't pull out his fingers, but I didn't feel uncomfortable.
“Mm,” he mumbled, and rose to his feet. I clasped my legs around his waist, as he led us to the bedroom. The sound of the movie continued in the background, all forgotten.
Well, as much as I loved Home Alone, I'd choose sex with Zeke over it, any day.
He slammed the door shut behind us, and gently placed me on the bed. My eyes roamed hungrily over his length, and I swallowed.
“Just remember we have a date tomorrow. I don't want to be sore.” I giggled.
“Well,” His weight pushed down the side of the bed, as he joined me. “I'll carry you, if it boils down to it. Now, spread those legs for me, Kitten. 'Cause you're going to be screaming my name all night long.”
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“Wow,” I mouthed, as we walked into the VIP section of Green. It was a restaurant, designed to look like a greenhouse, which required an appointment before being allowed a pass.
It was my first time here, and I owed it to Zeke- who still hadn't told me his affiliation with Qyle, the owner of this place.
Our table was already set, with different mouth watering dishes, and a vase of lilies in the middle.
“This place is beautiful.” I said for the umpteenth time.
His hand held my waist, as he pulled the chair for me to sit.
The past few weeks was enough for me to wonder just how rich Zeke was. But again, I didn't ask. It wasn't like I was expecting all these to last forever. Though the butterflies in my belly whenever I looked at him, begged to disagree.
Just as I was about to take a bite of my steak, my phone rang out. I mouthed an “excuse me,” to Zeke who was pouring a glass of Italian wine.
It was Nessa.
“What's up?”
She was laughing with someone in the background. “Iris is back. She's spending just a few days before going back to Italy.”
I squealed excitedly, and then groaned.
“I'm on a date with Zeke.”
“You- Mirabella Aurel on a date!!!!!” I heard Iris yell in the background.
Apparently, the phone was on handsfree, and I winced.
“Hello Iris.”
“Take lots of pictures, and enjoy your date.” She hung up.
With a chuckle, I placed my phone back into my purse.
“Who was that?” Zeke asked nonchalantly, sitting majestically like the royalty he was.
“My best friends.” I simply muttered.
Iris Raymond, my enemy- turned best friend. We were enemies in high school, before we departed. Only to meet each other at the University where we became closer than bond.
She was the S in successful, and had the shape of a model. We'd been living together in Vermont, before she moved to Italy last year, for some business matters.
As I ate, I devised how I was going to convince my friends that I was only having a harmless platonic date- if you'd exclude the sex, with this man. And we weren't really a thing.
But as my heart skipped a beat when his finger brushed something away from my lip, I wondered if I was being true to my own self.
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Zeke
I'd never been as happy as I had, for the past few weeks. An emotion which I couldn't recognize also accompanied it. It left a feathery feeling around my heart, making me want to hug her and never let her go.
“Have you eaten?” She asked over the phone.
“Just a glass of blood.” I replied, swinging my leg over the other. I could picture her scowling, her lips curving into a cute pout.
“I'll order takeout. It'll be delivered soon.” She moved the phone away from her ear, and I heard her clicking.
“Done, I ordered your favorite.” She said.
“Mm, will you come over?” I'd prefer to eat her out.
“Nah, we are having a ladies night.” She said something to Nessa who was apparently in the background.
“Oh,” a disappointed look made its way over my face. Spending time away from her, clawed something painful into my chest.
“I'll make it up to you.” She promised.
Even though their ‘ladies night,’ was a few doors away from mine, I knew better than to intercept. Though I'd gladly do so, if she gave the word.
“Okay. Enjoy.” I hung up before she could reply.
“Cut it off,” Qyle said coldly, not taking his head away from his phone.
“What?” I asked absentmindedly.
“You are smiling.” He said, like that could serve as an answer to my question.