Chapter 48: Chapter 48

SUBTLE POSSESSION

"Jesus Christ!!" Janelle moaned loudly as his tongue swivelled across her clit, once, twice, thrice and continuously in an UP and DOWN motion, barely giving her a chance to breathe. She tried clamping her thighs together, but the big man above her wasn't allowing any sort of that, so he clamped his big hands beneath her waist as his other hand roughly spread her legs far apart from each other in a scissors style.

A harsh growl emitted from his mouth which tickled her aroused clit even further that made her whimper, it was too much, the pleasure coursing through her veins, to her puckered and elongated nipples down to her V-section was unbearably too much.

She arched her back farther into the chair, her waist lifting up on it's own accord whenever he effortlessly swiped his tongue across her dripping core, teasing her, wanting her to want him more, NEED him more.

He stopped, breathed air against her aroused nub before delving in again, his tongue flattened on her clit, he used his fingers to spread her labia apart, before he began tongue fûcking her slit. He ravished her hungrily, like a lion food starved for a week, not stopping, lapping generously on her essence dripping down her slit in large torrents.

"Christttttttt!" she yelped, flattening her palm over her mouth to stop from screaming loud.

He slid a finger in, fingering her slit in a circular motion as she ducked her waist upward, helping herself on his hand, one finger paved way for two, then three, she was so fûcking tight that her core sucked in his fingers like a vise.

He reached his palm up to her breasts as he palmed it roughly and squeezed between his palms, at the same time circling her taut nipples, her face was a mixture of both pure arousal and pain, when his fingers pinched hard on her nipples, she almost jerked off the couch.

Her breasts bounced against her chest as he fingered her. His eyes roaming hungrily, his gaze caressing her body sensuously. Athina moaned delightfully beneath him, then his head swooped low, his tongue licking around her soft mounds, teasing her, wanting her to beg, to beg for his mouth on her, he waited, watched as confusion etched her face. He didn't just want to pleasure he, he needed her to admit that he could only give her such pleasure. His eyes darkened as her hands came around his neck, pulling him down, yet not giving into her want of being sucked by him. A smile of defeat appeared on his handsome face.

"What do you want Jane baby?, Tell me what you want." he said against her beast, in a slightly strained voice. God knows how much he wanted to do to her, what he needed to do with her and in her. He wanted to be in her all day long, his cõck in her tight sheath all through the night until morning and vice versa. The way her lips parted, gasping softly as waves of pleasure hit her over and over AGAIN, her mouth would even be better somewhere else..... HIS CÕCK, he thought her mouth made to suck cõck, not just any cõck, but his.

She didn't reply, her cheeks flushed, she was shy to tell him, shy to open up to him, tell him how her nipples were aching not just for his touch, but for his lips, how she wanted her nipples to be licked, bitten and sucked by him, God!!!!, that alone could make her climax.

He wasn't giving up either, he continued his wicked torture on her breast at the same time fingering her dripping wet core, when he noticed her was about to climax, he would stop and begin his torture over and over again. He wanted her to climax, but not from his fingers, but from sucking her breast, another thing he remembered, she always loved her breast being sucked on, rough, hard, passionately, whatsoever way.

His head swooned down again, he trailed his tongue from beneath her mounds to the crevice of her chest, down to her abdomen, his tongue licked around it in a circular motion, her hands shot out of his grasp as she went for his hair immediately, needing him where she was on fire for him, she needed his tongue there.

Rashid let her pull him wherever she wanted, but one thing he was sure of, he wouldn't give her a climax, until she surrenders to him completely. If she wouldn't surrender her heart now, he needed her to surrender her body to him, although he knew he was in full custody of that, but Janelle would never admit that.

So he flattened his tongue on her core and licked, while his fingers ran around her tight peaks in a circular motion, he lifted his mouth from her clit, her essence was smeared all over his lips, he stuck his tongue out and licked her essence which were above his lips and by the corner of his mouth, relishing in the taste of her.

"Christttttttt Rashid." a sob tore out of her throat, the sight of him licking her essence was more than enough to push her over the edge.

"Yes baby." he mumbled, raising his head to her lips, she grabbed his head towards her lips and kissed him, she kissed him like though he would be gone by Dawn and she wouldn't see him again.

"Tell me what you want." he said.

"I.... er-errem, I need you tongue." she stuttered, dazed with her aroused state.

He chucked against her lips, "What do you need it for?" he questioned, wanting to throw her off the edge, shatter her completely until she submits. He wanted to be sure she knew what she was putting herself into, needed to be sure she really wanted this. He waited for her to say it, tell him what he was dying to hear.

"I need you to suck me." she whispered throatily.

"Suck you?, Where, how. Where can I suck you?, You have to be specific, cause I'm not sure of what you want, how you want it or where you want it." he guffawed.

"Here." she replied, her hands on her breasts, kneading the soft mound.

"Here, where?." he questioned huskily, groaning internally.

She hesitated first, "My breast." she said ducking her head shyly, for the whole time she realized that while he was Stark naked and bare in front of him, he hadn't even shed a piece of his clothes, she felt so embarrassed. She laid her head against the couch, peaking at him through her lash, she saw how tight his thigh area was. She felt bad that while he had been pleasuring her, she never reciprocated, it was all about her, she was all conscious of her own pleasures, now she wanted to give back.

"You mean the left or the right, you're saying in singular, so let me know which of your breast you would want me to suck....." she butted in immediately.

"Let me suck your cõck." she requested throatily.

He smiled, his cõck jerking at her words, "No, Janelle baby, tonight is all about you." he coaxed.

"No, you don't understand. I really want to, it's not about reciprocating it, I really want to....." a slight pause, "I need to suck your cõck." she continued, heading for his Jean, before he batted her hands away.

"Next time.... I promise." he said.

She nodded her head.

"So where were we?" he teased, his hands coming up to fondle her breasts.

She smiled shyly, wanting to close her thighs, but a hard glare from him made her stop.

"Take your breast in your hands and hold them out for me, if you badly want me to suck it", he ordered.

He ordered her to stand up from the couch, he sat on it and placed her astride him, her core directly opposite his clothed huge, throbbing cõck. Now she was facing him, her desire for him mirroring in his eyes.

She felt her core contract, she rubbed herself against him slightly, in a way he wouldn't notice. She hurriedly tore her hands away from his grasp, grabbed her breast and brought it to his seeking lips, his tongue latched hungrily on her nipples, she held it like though she was feeding him from her breast, and he suckled like though he's a baby.

He sucked, licked and bite, drawing the elongated nubs between his teeth and letting it go with a loud plop, he began sucking while squeezing the other breast with his hands, he felt it, knew she was close to cumming, he latched onto her left breast immediately, biting hard on her left nipples before blowing softly on it and taking it into his wet, warm mouth. She arched further into him.

"Now the second." he ordered, she immediately palmed her left breast and brought the tip to his mouth, he closed his eyes, hungry sounds emitting from his mouth as loud sucking sounds left his mouth, she began moaning loudly, her head fell to the back as she began grinding hard on him.

"You have to be quiet, Janelle baby or I would be forced to stop." he warned and immediately she gave heed to him, tears sprang forth from her eyes, from the immense pleasure she was receiving from him, just by her breast being sucked on.

For the first time, Rashid really looked at her breast, if he wasn't obsessed with her body, he wouldn't have noticed the total change in her body, from her large breasts to her broader hips and down to her very soft stomach.

His mouth left her nipples with a loud plop, "Who have you let to suck this breasts?" he questioned, out of curiosity.

"Nobody." she whimpered, as his fingers dug into her flesh.

"Nobody?" he questioned.

"Yes, nobody. Just you...." she wanted to add your babies, but then.... his fingers curved upward and thrusted into her dripping core, sweat from both of them joined and dropped onto the hard leather of the couch.

His heart warmed up immediately hearing what she said.

She felf herself nearing the edge, coming closer, closer, until finally, she climaxed, throwing her head against his chest, not able to hold in the loud moans she had been trying to keep in, she let it all out, before she began sobbing. Rashid looked down at her, brought her closer to himself and rocked her.

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When she woke up the following morning, she was on her bed, wrapped in a comforter with an empty space beside her and all that screamed in her head was SILENCE.