Chapter 68: Chapter 68

Allesandro

The past:

She grabbed my cock onto her hips. I needed to get off in her, but the compulsion to hear her come undone was growing. She was so fucking close, I could smell it, I could hear it in her breathing, feel it in her almost sporadic movements as she rubbed against my cock to increase her pleasure. But I needed to see it on her face. I wanted to watch her brown eyes roll into the back of her head, and to see the flush on her cheeks.

I released one of her hips and pulled at the shirt, to lift her out from her confines. Her hair was mussed, and it fell loosely around her shoulders. Her cheeks were as flushed as her lips and nipples. Her hands came down to my chest and she used the leverage to rub herself off on my cock, quicker, harder. She was fucking gorgeous, I could feel the build up of my own release curling and uncurling at the base of my spine.

Every moan and whimper she made, went straight to my balls. ‘OH MY GOD!’ she shouted and I quickly placed my mouth over hers to muffle her cries. I could feel every part of her stiffen and shake as her orgasm came and rolled over her time and time again, the rest of her sweet noises only for me as I licked and explored her mouth, pinching and rolling her nipples with both of my thumbs and forefingers. She seemed to go on forever. I don’t think my cock had ever been so fucking hard. I couldn’t take anymore.

My cock throbbed against its tight restraints, the heat of her pussy, her arousal filling up my nostrils and I ejaculated hard, inside of my jeans, without ever having had her hands on me, without even having the top button released. I....seriously it was like being on a first date as a kid. ‘FUCK...FUCK... What you do to me, baby.’ It was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt in my life. I clutched her to me as tight as I could without hurting her. The world slowly came back into view, but I didn’t want to lose her to it just yet.

Suddenly the door burst open and I quickly rolled her off me and over to the side, away from the door. I didn’t want anyone to see her in just her bra and jeans, with her tits exposed. They were for my eyes only. She is fucking mine. ‘Edith?’ I heard her friend Raechel. I turned my head slightly and raised my eyes to hers, questioning her. ‘OK, Edith?’ ‘We’re fine; close the door on your way out.’ She didn’t move out of my arms, which pleased me. ‘I’m OK, Raechel, please... I’ll be out in a minute.’ Her voice sounded so small, she never even looked at her friend, and she hid in the crook of my neck. Fucking hell she’s ashamed. With relief I heard the door close; my body instantly sagged into the couch.

Two hours later we were again doing it again. We were insatiable love birds.

Present:

"You bastard, how could you be so cruel to her?" I slapped Shelton so hard that blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. "I had no fucking business to touch her, my boss required her and I was supposed to take her to Dubai where my Sheikh lives, but you and her brother made my job impossible." Charles who stood beside me punched him on his face. "You wanted my sister you need to cross me before you have her."

I took out the belt from around my waist and whipped him. Blood sprinkled on my face with the devilish strike but my temper wasn't satiating. His mouth was now covered in blood. Charles pulled him out of the chair holding his collar and ploughed a blow in his stomach. "You thought of using my sister? How dare you even think of that? Come on have me before you have her in a one plus one offer." I laughed aloud. Charles had a comical sense even when roaring in temper.

Shelton vomited blood and his eyes were dropping. Pulling the hairs on his scalp I dashed his head to the wall. "This is my revenge for ill-treating Edith." Another hit..."And this is for your attempt to molest her when she trusted you at the cost of her life. I kept landing blows on him in an unadulterated temper. His painful roars turned to slow whimpers finally getting him to unconsciousness. "Check if the bloody bastard had already died?" Charles asked me and I dropped my finger to his neck to check the pulse. It was weak but still running.

Taking out the revolver from my pant pocket I fired on him several times leaving no trace of hope for him to live. Charles dials his security directing his goons to take care of Sheikh. Sharing a wicked and accomplished laughter we walk out of the abandoned warehouse and drive to Sandrocks for enjoying drinks.

Edith

It was ten in the night Sandro hasn't returned back to the room. Yes, we continue to stay in his five star hotel executive suite which has a mini kitchen with a fridge attached, two stylish bedrooms in latest facilities. Black wood furniture, and a Plasma T.V. are situated in the living room that was adequately large to accommodate half of the New York population in it.

After having breakfast I was waiting for him since morning. He suddenly vanished some where without even telling me. Of course I did not give him a chance either to give me information. When he did not confess to me his love specially when I did it several times, it irked me to seeing red and thus I locked myself in the bathroom to torture him.

Sandro is like a lion outside so strong and ferocious but from inside he is like a teddy, soft and mulling. He cares about me too much and loves me but he wouldn't divulge it at any point of time not even to his own heart. Why is his love so difficult, I do not understand?

It was twelve in the night. Gentle moonlight was peeping through the window curtain accompanied by soft wind full of fragrance from different varieties of flowers growing in the garden outside. At twelve past twelve the twisting of door knob was heard. Finally he comes back. I quickly close my eyes giving him the impression of going asleep. He lays down besides adjusting the covers on us. His hand went around my waist and his chest facing my back.

He plasters me so close to him that I could feel the beat of his heart. Inhaling heavy I could smell his titillating fragrance accompanied by the faint smell of alcohol and cigarette in his breathe. He is a doctor why does he smoke? He nuzzles his head into my hair and smells kissing my tresses. I turn around and crawl my soft palms on his stubble cheeks the roughness in his masculinity was sending inflamed vibrations under my soft skin.

"Aren't you asleep Sweet cakes?" He asks me in his rasped salacious tone. I shook my head and holding his cheek I start raining kisses on his face. My feelings go more aroused as my soft cheeks make contact with his coarse facial skin. The roughness of his male flavours stimulated an insatiable fire in me. My lips brush the corner of his rims. Our heart beats danced in a rhythm as our bodies grew closer. I swipe my body on top of him, slowly and sensually quenching my prurience against him.

His arms went around me, sure and hard bringing me closer to his muscular chest. I felt the rush of helplessness, a sinking yielding and a fuelled tide of warmth that left me limp. Breathing deeper he remained stationed pasting me to him as his right arm went around my back. Not a thump and not a leap, it was a mixture of fuelled excitement and passion. Our breaths were rasped rippled in the attraction of each other.

Tackling me down to the bed he inclined his face to mine and waited for a few seconds as if asking me the permission for a kiss. I go giddy occupied by the feel of his macho surging stride. He held my face in his callused hands and kissed me gently perfectly going sybaritic. My toes curled hedonistic with the electrifying sensation as his lips on mine blossomed like a flower with an incarnation of completeness. I raised my bust absorbed in passion as he kissed me deeper stronger and harder.

"You are my breath, like the flow of blood in my cells, Sweet Cakes. I can't live without you." He confesses and brings me on top of him. I kiss him like a butterfly attracted to honey and his hands reach my buttocks squeezing them. A soft moan escapes my throat by his stirring touch as he plants open mouthed kisses all over my face. Our breathes become heavy and pulsing absorbed in ardour.

He moves back on top of me inserting his leg between mine. A kindling mewl escapes my throat by his erotic buff in a place where no one has touched me before. "Are you wet baby?" He pecks my lips and asks already feeling my attraction. "Yes I'm." I tell him without a shame. He chuckles soft bringing more amour into the atmosphere. What a handsome he is in a perfect set of pearly white teeth, chiselled jawline and bright sky blue eyes with high cheek bones. His beauty is more enhanced in the gentleness and serenity of moonlight.

His hand goes to my left breast and kneads it. "I'm impressed that you feel aroused with my touch because I feel the same." He declares getting awarded by a whimper from me.

My hand moves down to his erection moving my fingers softly on it. A low growl escapes from his throat. "You are a dangerous temptress. Do you know that?" I crawl out of the bed and kneel down on the floor. He stands in front of as I unzipped his pants and his giant length manhood bulges out. My mouth goes watery savouring his masculinity. His lips waft to a smile probably understanding my ludicrous thoughts.

I pull his shaft into my mouth moving my lips to its length. His eyes close tight absorbed in ecstasy. I increase my speed to give him more pleasure and a devilish growl gets out of his throat. "For a virgin that you are, you are an expert in pleasing a man." He compliments, his thrusts into my mouth increases with my speed. "Oh my God" his hands push my hairs back and grip them tight. His length knocks me at the edge of my throat. A wave of desire washed me encompassed with lust. His grip in my hair tightens. "Fucking lord of love" he roars closing his eyes tight and explodes his seeds in my throat quivering in the depths of liaison.

An accomplished smile facilitates my brims as I meet his eyes with pride and wipes his juices on my rims. He pulls me to his chest and brings us back to bed. "Sandro please tell me for once that you love me the same way I do." I breathed out the longing words of my heart. "Stop talking bullshit Sweet cakes and go to sleep." He growls turning back like always to a 180 in his annoying mood that gets me to a square one of a maddening sombreness. There is no use of trying repeatedly. Probably we weren't made for each other at all.

I try to control the tears in my eyes and turn around so that he doesn't watch my face but he continued on his speech. "Tomorrow we are leaving to your parents home. I will drop you there and come back to New York. Remember no further stunts of yours will be entertained from now onwards and if you are planning any such games I wish to warn you in advance neither your parents nor I are going to be liberal on you this time. You are watched under a strict surveillance 24/7."

I sit down and look back at him throwing daggers and walk out of the room. A knot settles at the pit of my stomach. How am I going to face my family tomorrow?

"Where are you going?" I hear his concerned voice from behind but I choose to ignore it.

When he doesn't care about my feelings why should I think about him?