Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Emerald lifted her, her legs came up around his waist for support while his hands went to her ass, squeezing and rubbing her against his erection. She moaned.
Since she was wearing a dress, Emerald easily sensed her wetness and that felt extremely good. This was paradise and he would give everything to get it everyday – if only she would let him, everything would be easy. Her being with him was a dream come true.
She didn’t know how he did it but Emerald walked across the room with their lips still attached and found the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed with her astride him.
Cecil loved his strength, her hands trailed down his muscular arm that could squeeze the air out of her lungs and send her packing to Hades. And that he was doing, but Emerald was careful enough not to hurt her.
“Your shirt needs to go off, I need to touch you,” Cecil said to him in the middle of taking it off already. She needed to imprint every little detail of him into her head since this was their last time together.
However the instant the shirt was off, she froze. Those scars.
Emotions clogged?Cecil’s throat, an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. Though she has seen this time without number since they began their sexual therapy, it still made her sick in the stomach to see these scars.
Most of the scars were knife wounds but he had two bullet scars, one on his shoulder and the other on his chest. She knew the tale behind the chest one, he had told her after one of their hot sessions yesterday – yes, they had been going at it like rabbits due to their limited time together.
That was the closest Emerald came to death and he never thought he would survive it – the bullet missed his heart by a few inches – but here he was.
“Maybe God kept me alive to earn your forgiveness,” He had told her yesterday, kissing her on the top of her head just before they took off from where they stopped.
“You’re making me jealous of my scar,” He said to her.
“What?”
“You give it more attention than you give to me,” He pointed out, running his hand through her hair.
“You know I wish I was a witch,”
Emerald glanced down at her questioningly.
“So I could heal all of your scars with my magic,” She said, kissing over that scar on his chest and gladly noticed his breathing change.
“Even if you were one, you could only heal the physical wound, not the one scarred deep down my soul. So I like you the way you are, you have a special healing tongue,”
They stared at each other without saying a word yet both shared a tactile understanding. Both of them had their demons and being with each other had kept it at bay.
Cecil took off her eyes and resumed kissing his scars. Her mouth skimmed over his small breast, running her tongue in a circular motion against his nipple as he groaned against her. His sweet sound of pleasure incited her to drag her fingers down his back. Her manicured fingers dug deep into his toned posterior just enough to cause pain and not to draw blood. He has been satisfying her needs the past few days, it was her turn to please him now.
“You’re killing me, woman ” He moaned, growing harder by the minute, “I can’t last long in this state,”
“No, you won’t come until I tell,” she ordered with a devilish smirk.
Emerald gulped yet grinned inside. It was rare to see this wild side of her and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.
In one sweep move, Cecil pulled her dress over her head and was left in her underwear. She unhooked her bra, popping out those breasts that made his gaze darken.
She drew closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and rubbing her boobs against his chest, she commanded in a sultry tone, “Now, latch on them,”
“With all pleasure, milady,” He said and took one of the breasts into his mouth, sucking and licking as her eyes go unfocused. She was gasping and moaning while he teased her with pleasure.
Moments later, the rest of their clothing lay on the floor forgotten just as Cecil positioned herself on his laps. It was her turn to take over today and she was glad he allowed her.
Guiding his arousal to her entrance, Cecil impaled herself on it, trembling as it was instantly sheathed to the hilt. She gasped, feeling his fullness penetrate to very entrails.
Then she began to move in a grinding motion, wriggling her backside in delight. However, as the pleasure built, she began to pounce on him, aided by Emerald whose hands had wandered to her bottom, supporting and slapping her butt cheeks, eliciting a sweet pain pleasure.
In no time the ecstatic moment arrived and Cecil died away in joyous cries of satisfied desire. But that was momentary, Emerald pulled her up with him and dropped her on the bed.
Placing her on all fours, he pushed his arousal as far as possible into her for a shove. Cecil gasped, it was too much. In this position, she could feel him all the way to her womb.
Slowly drawing it out well lubricated from her moist hot fold, Emerald plunged it back with a single thrust that knocked the breath out of her lungs. Then he went at it with fiery force.
Cecil screamed, her knees giving out as she fell flat on her belly from the intense pleasure, her hands fisting around the sheet. However, he pulled her back up as he slammed again and again and again into her.
Her eyes go unfocused with cries of agonizing delight as the waves of pleasure build and crash, until she attained her release, bringing Emerald down with her.
Emerald didn’t arrive right away, he pumped his hips a few more times before dying away with a joyous cry of ecstasy, shooting up to her womb, hot boiling discharge. He lay on her, both of them panting with the delight of satisfied desire.
He didn’t unsheath his member immediately, rather left it there without movement to enjoy the rapture-giving pressures of her heat as she convulsively shuddered from time to time. Finally pulling away, Emerald helped her up and embraced her, hugging her close to his chest.
“That was amazing,” She breathed, still trying to catch her breath. That had got to be the best goodbye sex ever.
“Hmmm,” He murmured, his hand threading through her hair. He liked doing that; her hair was so silky.
“I wish we could do this all day,” She sighed.
“We could do it every day if you want to,”
“Really?” her eyes flashed with excitement and she propped herself up on her arm, “How?”
“You know how,” He told her pointedly.
The smile on Cecil’s face ceased as she grasped what he meant by that.
“No, no, no” she sat up, this time naked and with no care for the sheet to cover her decency.
Cecil went on to say, “This is not happening,” as she traced her articles of clothing strewn on the room.
“Why?” He followed after her.
“We are just not meant for each other!” Cecil replied, wearing her panties and as she picked her bra to put on, he grabbed the material and pulled her to him with it.