Addicted

Nickolas Falls for Patrice: Part 12

Patrice prepared to go away with Nickolas. As she got dressed, he walked into the room with a bouquet of red and purple roses. "Those are beautiful," she said as he walked over to him.

"Beautiful roses for my beautiful darling. You know what the colors represent?"

"The red ones mean love."

"Yes. And these purple ones represent passion, which I have a great deal for you Patrice."

She leaned in and kissed his mouth, "This is very sweet. I love it."

"I'll meet you outside in a few minutes. A driver will take us to the runway."

"The runway?"

"Yes. I have an airplane." He kissed her forehead and left. Patrice admired the roses. Love and passion, two important concepts that help drive a relationship. Lately, she had love for her husband, but their relationship lacked passion. She had passion for Nickolas and she certainly had grown fond of his gentle demeanor, but could she fall in love with him?

She placed the flowers near the window and smiled. She wore a pretty halter-tie black dress that reached her mid-thigh. She never wore dresses that short, but Nickolas convinced her that she was beautiful and shouldn't be afraid to wear clothes that showed off her amazing body.

She grabbed her purse and left the room. She saw Kimmie in the hallway. Kimmie hugged her, "Have fun."

"Thank you Kimmie."

"Nickolas must like you. I can see why."

Curiously she asked, "Why is that?"

"Because you're very sweet. You have this innocence about you, yet you're incredibly sexual."

Patrice smiled. She never thought about herself that way. She said goodbye to Kimmie and later Julie in the living room. As she went to speak to Inessa, she opened the door, walked out and slammed it shut.

Patrice jumped. She looked at Julie. "Inessa always throws tantrums when she doesn't get her way. Nickolas has never taken her anywhere."

"What about you and Kimmie?"

"Not really. We see him here. You better get going and have fun."

Patrice nodded and left.

When she walked outside, she witnessed Inessa pointing her finger at Nickolas, "Why are you treating that bitch like she's special?!"

"poniz' svoy grebanyy golos." He uttered through his teeth, which meant, lower your fucking voice. Immediately she shut up and stood before him like a scolded child. "As I've said before, you are free to leave this whenever you want if you're not happy with how I do things."

She nodded.

"Let's go zoloste."

Inessa's jaw nearly hit the floor. How dare he call that woman his darling in front of her. She contained herself, but as she watched him open the door for Patrice, her neck was hot and fumes radiated from her. "eta suka," she mumbled to herself, which meant, that bitch.

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They sat in the back of a limo. Patrice cuddled next to Nickolas, "I'm sorry you had to see all that," he said.

She nodded, "She must love you."

Nickolas took her delicate hand into his, "I'm in love with someone else."

Patrice giggled, "How can you love me?"

"lyubov' s pervogo vzglyada."

"What does that mean?"

"Love at first sight. You see a person, sparks fly inside of you as they say and then you spend time with that person and the feeling just intensifies."

She blushed and kissed his neck.

"Do you still love your husband?"

"I do. I just don't feel satisfied." She sighed, "It's important for both people to be satisfied."

"They should. Do I satisfy you?"

"You already know you do."

He smiled, "I love it when you claw my back. And I love it when you pull my hair when I'm tasting you."

"I love it when you're like this. It makes me—"

"What?"

"Nothing. I just love when you're sweet."

Nickolas grinned inside. He knew he was finally chipping away at her walls. It wouldn't be long. She kissed his neck and bit his earlobe. His cock slowly stiffened. She saw the bulge in his pants, "I want to see it."

"It's yours take it if you want it."

She undid his pants and his cock hung out. She smiled at the wonderful sight of it. She kissed his mouth as she stroked him. She eased down to the floor, yanked his shaft up and sucked his balls before devouring his cock in her mouth.

He held her hair and watched as she bobbed up and down his shaft. Even though the privacy screen was up, the limo driver could hear everything that transpired as he eavesdropped through the speaker. He took great joy in pleasuring himself as he listened to Patrice suck, slurp, and gag on Nickolas's cock.

And when she mounted him. He held her ass and pulled her cheeks open wide, "Oh baby, I love it when you do that."

"Yes, my beautiful angel. I can't wait to get you alone. I'm going to eat your pussy until you cry my name, you want that?"

"Yes, yes, I want it."

"You like being my little slut, don't you?"

"Yes. I love it."

Her pussy was so wet, it dripped and made him wet, "look how you made my cock all wet."

She smiled and shoved her tongue in his mouth. They kissed as she rode his cock. It felt splendid sharing such passion for fucking with another person who loved fucking as much as he did. He suckled her nipples. He felt it when her pussy vibrated and he froze. He held her hips and thrust rapidly from below.

"Uh, uh, ummmmmm," he held her tightly. She wrapped her arms around him and hummed. "We should get cleaned up before we get to the airplane."

She nodded and reached for the wipes that were in the car.