Fenella's POV

He licked with the tip of his tongue until I jerked my head back. My back arched up to provide more access for his tongue on my breast.

His hand cupped my left breast while his teeth were still scraping my nipple. He moved on to my other breast, caressing with the same embrace using his tongue and lips. I screamed, then trembled once to limp in my heavy breath.

The first juice rushed down to my soaking thong. But it seemed he wouldn't stop there; I didn't want to stop it either because I was so consumed by my long-lasting curiosity and lust. I need him badly.

His lips are now kissing my hips, still covered by the red lace thong. His hands moved to roll it down, freeing my sacred part of my body.

Then, time after time, his lips teased my sensitive nub by licking and sucking circles. All the while, his hand was busy circling my nipple, the other thrusting into my core. I just knew I couldn't hold it any longer. Finally, I screamed and shivered in orgasm again, showing him how much my body reacts to his mouth and his hands.

"Yes, dear. Do it again for me. Cum for me more." He whispered to me.

He pressed my hips further close to his mouth, yet it was still not enough to satisfy his need to explore deeper into my core. He stood up, then kissed me again, making me taste my own juice.

With his hands, he lifted me up, holding my thighs. I straddled his hip, pressing the sharp edge of his jeans against my soft flesh as we moaned together.

He carried me again, then took steps to his bedroom while my lips still perched upon him. It didn't take long for him to lay me down on his soft bed. He continued on with what was paused back there-sucking my clitoral area until I writhed in pleasure again and again.

His tongue slides into my small, wet opening, and he circles steadily there, making me wonder how huge it must be for his cock in my wet tunnel. His fingers rubbed my clitoral area, while his tongue thrust deeper into my core. It's not long until I break again. I panted heavily, and with a languid voice, I whined.

"You're a cheater. Give it all to me now."

I squealed under him, begging to have more of him.

He let me turn to unbutton and unzip his jeans. The next thing I know, I'm already praising his steel-hard cock with my smooth, slender fingers. I rubbed it until he squirmed with long groans. He was huge, just like I always imagined.

The next second, my fingers changed to my tongue. I sucked his thick member in and out multiple times, until his hips thrust into my mouth automatically. I sucked his cock until his balls twitched in pain.

"Wait," he groaned.

Then he pushed my head out carefully to free his ready cock. His hand reached into his bedside drawer and picked up a single sealed condom. He tore the plastic and sheathed his long, thick cock into it, ready for real action.

"Come on, Laird. Now. I want you now." I whined impatiently.

"As you wish, dear." He replied with a smirk, while his thighs were seated in the perfect position upon my throbbing nub.

The first touch was mind-blowing. With me already wet and taut from our extensive foreplay, his large bulk slid in with ease, yet I moaned nonetheless.

He was unmoving, feeling my tunnel clench his cock with a hot, throbbing pulse. I hissed in satisfaction at how beautifully it fulfilled my expectations.

He tested it with a steady strike, but the pleasure just gets more and more intense to hold back. I screamed in pleasure when he took me harder, deeper, and faster with each push. My hands gripped on his bed sheet, searching for something steady to hold on to.

He did it perfectly like it was his daily job. He moved his hips with skillful pushing and pulling. Each thrust constricted pain to my deepest core.

"Yes! Go! Keep it going, Laird!" I cried out uncontrollably.

Until we both cum simultaneously, our bodies weaken for the final thrust.

***

My body felt heavy, and my head was spinning. I tried opening my eyelids, but my vision remained fuzzy. I only knew there was a bright light that dazzled me. The light shone on my face until I woke up.

I turned my body. With all of my effort, I strained to sit up against the thick blanket that enveloped me. When the blanket came off, my body immediately felt cold, and I shivered.

I blink to clear my vision. My hand scratched my brow, then rubbed my cheek.

"Oh my God."

The figure next to me was also bare-chested. He simply wore black boxer shorts. I swallowed hard. The pain in my genital area as I attempted to get out of bed was the true evidence of last night's events.

I observed Laird once more. His breathing was still regular, and his eyelids were still closed, a sign that he was still sound asleep. He laid half-prone.

His physique seemed larger than I remembered. Even his stomach muscles were plainly visible, indicating that he was still exercising regularly. He looked so perfect. If I could snap a photograph of him right now, I am sure it would be valued as highly as a work of art.

Then I realized something had gone wrong. I should've gotten revenge for his action. I should've rejected him the way he rejected me years ago. Instead, I gave myself to him easily, like this!

"What the hell did I just do?" I muttered, regretting all of it.

I stealthily crept out of the bedroom, whose door had been wide open since last night. I went to the kitchen table and immediately found my clothes, my bra and my thong there.

"No, this is a mistake," I said to myself in a panic as I put everything on hastily.

I went to the front door and found my shoes and bag on the floor. Slowly, without making any noise, I left Laird's apartment and quickly found the resident's private elevator to go down.