Red Strings of Fate (Haunted Series 2)

Strings 40: Bubble

His fingers "accidentally" brushed against my sensitive area, and my hips thrust upwards as if telling him to hurry up.

In response, his fingers began caressing my body, my breast, trying to calm my erratic movements as he removed his boxers, freeing his hardened member. It sprang up in full attention, eager and stiff to enter me. But he didn't pay attention to his pulsating member and kept on caressing my body.

Gusto kong umiyak. Sensitive ang buong katawan ko habang hinahawakan niya ako pero hindi niya pinapasadahan ang mga lugar na nangangailangan ng atensyon niya.

What a torture.

"Touch me Teej." Wala akong pakialam kung tunog desperado na ako.

"I am touching you." Ngiti niya.

Oh what a despicable man. "Alam mo naman sinasabi ko! Please, it hurts TJ!"

"Turning bitchy again are we?"

He scoops me up, his hands enveloping my whole body as I gasp from the sudden fullness. His member was still large enough that even though I was properly lubricated, I felt it tightly.

"I'm s—"

"Don't apologize, gago ka." Ibinaon ko ang mukha ko sa pawisan niyang leeg.

He was about to apologize for surprising me, but I loved it.

"I thought you were supposed to be a bitch." Bulong niya, tumatawa ng mahina habang hawak niya ang likod ko.

"I am." Nilagay ko ang pisngi ko sa kanya at nagsalita banda sa kanyang tenga. "Hindi naman kita tatawaging gago, kung mabait ako diba?"

He chuckles.

"Ah..." A soft texture touched the side of my neck. His lips gently kissed my pulse, nipping on it after, and at the same time, his hand swept up to pinch my nipples.

Nababaliw ako sa init ng palad niya. The rough calluses on his hand added to my pleasure, and I called his name, shamefully pleading as he moved.

He adjusted his weight over my body, pressing his forearm by the side of my head to avoid pressing weight on me.

I caressed his face and body. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Hope." He moaned, and my eyes beamed with emotions, and amid the violent shaking, we locked eyes.

"Harder." TJ immediately fulfilled my demands and went hard. The bed sheet wrinkled messily with the creak of the bed.

I forgot all shame in my body as I opened my mouth to scream as I came, my eyes closing from the pleasure.

"Look at my eyes, baby."

As he demanded, I cupped his cheek and stared deeply into his golden brown orbs. I opened up to him for the longest time instead of pushing him away.

We made love without hesitation. My fingertips rubbed his shoulder blades, and I felt his back muscles twitch from the touch.

"I love you." His voice broke as if he would cry. His breath tickled my skin, and I felt my heart burst. His eyes looked at me with deep lust, filled with other emotions... love. "I love you much more than you think, to the extent I can't handle it. I love you."

"Fuck! I love you too." 

I sobbed, clawing the mattress, aware of my incoming third release. 

"Timothy James Del Valle, I love you. I love you so so much. You're my anchor. You keep me steady."

A few tears fell, and he reached out towards my face, wiping my tears with his calloused hand. I grabbed it, intertwining our fingers.

My first release was buried into the second and third one, while a fourth was building up as he rammed inside me.