Chapter 278: Chapter 278

Chapter 278

~she wish he were Ken~

As soon as Mrs. Fanny cat-walked from the bathroom, she met only the calmness that hung across the room, and she perceived the minty smoke of cigar emanating from the balcony which informed her Teddy was out there, perhaps preparing for the busy night in bed. She was tortured protesting for her peace and freedom; she only persevered to return to California where she would plan his death.

Recognizing that she would soon get heated in a session of sex and sweat, she found it wasteful to apply some lotion on her skin.

Gently she lay back in bed raised her thick legs, opened them wide enough for her vagina to yawn at Teddy once he entered the room. That was the only way she could tell him to bring it on; that was the only way she could inform him of her readiness even when she hated to do it; she was tired of fighting over her fate. She was done protesting for a costly mistake of a one night stand. She was tired of life but life wasn’t tired of her either. At some point she started thinking if karma was fighting for her ex husband Mr. Fanny. Because if she could recall she was falling for the same reason she divorced him. If Mr. Fanny had told a lie, she had told double to Ken.

She shook her head to get off the thought of her past as though the present and future were palatable and interesting.

The door started creaking and her thought snapped to recognize Teddy who walked into the room and paused once his gaze came up on her nakedness and her vagina lips that yawned at him. With the corner of her eyes she stole a glance and watched as he hastily undressed, drew much of his cigar , puffed and dragged himself to somewhere between her legs.

“I can see you are ready for me,” he sounded, looked at her numb face and noticed she wasn’t really in the mood to talk.

With her hand on her jaw, she starred at the ceiling pressed her lips together in fury and shook her legs slightly inviting him. She wished she could tell him to be done pretty damn quickly so that she could return to her hotel room before the arrival of her husband.

She hadn’t been seeing much of him, mostly at night and in the past two nights; he never bothered her with sex. He always kept to himself and even increased her love for her. She wasn’t sure he was cheating on her. Maybe he was playing nice and waiting for her to put to bed then he would resume demanding for his sex cookies.

Goose pimples ravaged her body once his cold palms gripped her thighs. She sighed, breathed uneasily, peered her gaze down her thighs to see his short hair covering her vagina region and thighs; and in few seconds she felt his tongue licking her up. And nothing had felt warm and endearing than her vagina getting sorted out by the tongue of a man that earned her body by mistake.

She flinched and began to toss her head within the pillow on which it laid. He was getting into her and she was feeling much aroused even when she had agreed within herself she wasn’t going to feel aroused; that she was going to play absentminded and numb all through the time they would be having sex; that she would be nothing short of a wood or a lifeless being to Teddy; but his tongue was about making her do otherwise. Her thighs started vibrating as she endeavored to fight back the moan that surged up her throat. He was good at oral sex and she could not deny it.

What a stranger! What a blackmailer! In her bid to keep at her strength of keeping her moan down she sighed, brought her hands upon her breasts and stroked them lustfully. But she might have to moan soon because he had discovered her natural G- spot.

Her vagina became as a burning furnace. She moved her thighs apart to earn him enough room to suck harder; that was when she lost it; she stroked her hair, curled her legs across his neck, and opened her mouth in ear-disturbing moan. He pulled back and watched as her vagina squirted; her thighs vibrated and she clenched her hands on her breasts with her eyes shut.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned and cursed him with her frown. She had never squirted for any man before not even for Ken her husband.

Her body kept jerking as the last straw of the squirt came through before she relaxed, loosened up, breathed heavily and rolled her eyes at him.

“I hate you. I will never forgive you,” she whispered, with her gaze thrown to the other side, away from Teddy. She covered her legs, feeling the coldness that engulfed her loins and still felt unsatisfied. She wondered if he did all that just to make her beg for sex. She just begun and her vagina was still breathing for some banging.

He was bathing now and whistling loudly and gratefully. She wished he were her husband Ken, she would have gone into the bathroom to engage him in a doggy or missionary on a cold floor.

He was out of the bathroom and his erection was still held as one that was about to have a fresh start of sex. Their eyes met and she swallowed hard, wishing he could come over and finish what he started. She unhooked her eyes from him turned over and flashed her big backside at him. On the wall opposite she could see his shadow advancing to her backside. A spank landed on it and she grinned, wanted to steal a glance at him when she felt his penis slide freely through her buttocks’ cheeks and located her juicy vagina. She raised her legs and started enjoying the rocking of his body against hers. The bed started creaking and vibrating under their weight as his hands held her baby bump and breasts.

It was grace! It was satisfaction. It was excitement!

She bit her lower lips and she noticed he was licking her body also, Teddy satisfied her in a more maddening way and this was her reason for not believing Ken could do it better and this same reason was about to tear her home apart and make life more miserable for her…

Something heartbreaking loomed on…