♢♔𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻♔♢
I was up so early in the morning before everyone else had risen.
I had been restless all night, tossing and turning as the scene replayed in my mind. Her voice had haunted me throughout, and the wet dreams I was having of her were utterly ridiculous.
What was I? A teenager going through fucking puberty?
I was suffocating on my desire for Illithyia. It had been two days on the vacation and I was avoiding everyone like the plague. I didn’t want to see Illithyia getting all lovey-dovey with Alex either, so if I wasn’t working on my laptop or sleeping, then I was at the bar a couple of miles down our villa.
This morning, I woke up with a strained hard-on that I couldn’t handle. I was so horny for Illithyia, it thoroughly hurt and that’s when it hit me. I had five days to make my move, or nothing at all. I felt so guilty for having immoral thoughts about a woman who wasn’t Claire, but my feelings and thoughts were all over the place.
The atavistic, raw version of me was slowly protruding, and he had some primal desires that couldn’t be suppressed any longer. He wasn’t backing down from his inner needs, and there would surely be hell to pay if he didn’t get what he wanted. And he wanted to spread Illithyia wide open like a surgeon.
The demons from my past were knocking louder than usual lately and I’d never thought Illithyia to possess that kind of power. A power that would ultimately destroy me as a whole.
Her energy brought me nothing but self-destructive thoughts, thoughts of fucking her against a balcony while my wife spectated and learnt a thing or two about real sex.
I didn’t touch myself, that wouldn’t help shit right now. Not with the way I was craving her warm, wet cunt swallowing my thick cock while I watch her gasp and moan in unfathomable pleasure, her nails digging into my skin while I bit her neck so painfully good.
I wanted her to feel all the pain and agony I'd experienced each time I slam into her, and if she was on the pill, then I'd fill her welcoming womb with my seed until her thighs were drenched in the excess that she wouldn’t have been able to take in.
Fuck, I'll be damned if I never get to rip her perfect lips apart, make her sore till she couldn’t walk. Shit yes.
It was currently five thirty am and people wouldn’t be awake until around seven. I had studied the patterns religiously, making sure I knew of my wife’s whereabouts for the next few days.
I went to the outside gym that faced the beautiful nature scenery, inhaling a deep breath as I got ready to lift weights. I went for more weight, effortlessly adding more discs and lying on my back to exercise my biceps.
I channelled all my frustration and emotions into the workout, barely feeling the pain of lifting the unbearable weights, running so many miles on the treadmill and exercising my legs by lifting some heavy metal.
I felt quite better after my workout, removing my drenched t-shirt and moving under the open shower in my shorts. I sighed deeply as the cool water torrented down my flushed skin, lowering my temperature as I ran my hands through my hair. What a lovely way to start the morning.
As I nonchalantly stood under the water with my hand pressed against the wall, I could feel someone’s gaze on me. Turning, my heart leapt into my throat when I saw none other than Illithyia watching me, her blue orbs admiring every inch of my body. She was biting her bottom lip seductively, unaware that I had met her gaze until she finally brought her eyes up to my face.
A furious blush spread across her cheeks when she deciphered my smirk, and I mouthed a ‘come here’ without hesitation at all. My smirk grew wider when she slowly strutted in my direction in nothing but a sexy red and orange bikini.
“I never thought this was the type of hot muscle you were hiding under the professional suits,” she teased, folding her arms with a smile.
I just loved the way she looked at me, like she wanted me to thoroughly fuck her brains out till she couldn’t breathe. I wanted her so bad, I could die.
“Hm, I am full of surprises. Who knew you had a sweet, wet pussy underneath the dresses you usually wear?” I winked, stopping the water for a while and she watched the droplets glisten against my abs and veiny biceps.
A deep rouge simmered against her cheeks before she spoke up. “You’re insane. I can't believe you haven’t forgotten—”
“Forget? No baby, God knows how bad I need your dripping cunt all over my face again,” I bit my bottom lip harder as she tilted her head, moving towards me until I was looking down at her.
She tiptoed to wrap her arms around my neck, bringing me down to catch a delicious whiff of her vetiver fragrance. “And God knows how much I need your cock deep in me, despite the fact that you're married.”
My skin prickled upon her words, the thrill of possibly bringing our unholy fantasies to life rolling down my spine as I gazed down at her, unable to think of something to say. I was too mesmerised by her incomparable beauty to utter a word.
She giggled, placing a light yet hot open-mouthed kiss against my gaped mouth, moistening my tender lips with her saliva so good that I nearly moaned, my hand firm against her big ass cheek.
Illithyia walked away after, and I licked my lips with a smile. That fucking goddess. She was such a challenge, and I lived for that. I loved the chase, adored the peril that entailed pursuing a woman who wasn’t my wife. A woman that I relentlessly dreamt of and fantasised throughout the day and night.
I chuckled, grabbing my towel and drying my hair off before going in the same direction as her. This was nowhere near over. I wasn’t going to back down until she was a choking mess with my dick buried deep in her pretty little mouth, sucking me like the good girl she was.
How pretty would she look on her knees, submitting to me and doing as I tell her with no protests?
But Illithyia was the type to defy me, and that was the exciting part. The punishment I'd grace her with, Lord have mercy. She’d be a whining, whimpering and moaning mess.
She would take my seed down her throat while I tugged on her hair, or I'd let it spurt onto her sexy body before I licked every inch of her skin.
Wrapping the towel around my shoulders, I walked into the bathroom, where I heard the shower running. And there she was, standing under the head while she washed the foam off her body.
I could see her face and her feet, the middle glass frosted to disguise her body. She took note of me, smiling when I moved to stand by the counter, patiently waiting for her to finish. This was a fantastic pastime- watching Illithyia take her shower and take her sweet time doing so.
We stole glances at each other, and I bit my lip with a wink when her manipulative, arousing smile lingered before she turned away. Shit, she was driving me so crazy, I could feel the blood rushing to my member in no time at all. If she was assuming that I was going to leave, then she was in for a surprise.
“You’re so beautiful,” my deep voice echoed in the room when she finally stopped the water, peering at me through her lashes.
“Thank you, Havier.” I got a drying towel from the rack, unfolding it and leaning against the counter. My eyes silently challenged her, inquiring if she was too timid to get out of the shower.
If she didn’t want me here, she would have told me to go, and with the way I worship her, I would have respected her wishes.
I never wanted her to feel uneasy around me, and it was evident she was very comfortable around me when she easily slipped out of the shower and walked towards me.
Illithyia’s voluptuous body glistened in a tantalising manner that had my mouth watering, her big, luscious breasts bouncing with each step, her pretty nipples perked and bright. The most beautiful I'd ever seen, and it was clear when I could hardly tear my gaze away.
Her hips were immaculately curved, and her labia was cleanly shaven so much that I was able to take note of her tender folds. Holy fucking shit, this woman could kill me and I'd thank her for it.
It seemed like the best time to get lost in her womanhood. The need to taste her was so urgently desperate, I could hardly breathe. Her champagne blonde hair clung to her tanned, golden ivory skin, making her look so much like a model, her endless, slender legs walking with a spellbinding rhythm that had my heart racing in my throat.
Her pretty triangle looked so enticing, the thigh gap had me inhaling deeper so I wouldn’t pass out.
I licked my lips, my pulse rate skyrocketing as I twitched in pure anticipation. She was so fucking perfect, I couldn’t believe my eyes. If she were my girl, I'd never give her a break and that was certain.
Illithyia would look so sexy on all her fours, bent over and revealing her drenched pussy to me. I'd eat her good from behind, then ease her powerful, aching pain with my large cock filling and stretching her tight soaked channel.
My thoughts were so poisonous lately, and I probably needed help for incessantly entertaining them.
“Thank you,” she gave me a sexy smile that had the power to make me weak in the fucking knees as I wrapped the towel around her body. The temptation was worsening, and it wouldn’t be long until I was fucking the living fuck out of her.
“Hm. Get onto the counter, hermosa,” I leaned down to murmur into her ear, taking note of her light gasp.
“What—”
“You heard me. I don’t think I want to repeat myself,” I could tell she loved being ordered in the way she bit her lip, moving onto the counter and slipping onto the translucent, silver-streaked marble.
“Alex, is it?” My voice was cynical, laced with subtle mockery.
“What about him? He’s a good boyfriend,” I couldn’t help but scoff at her remark.
Leaning down, close to her shoulder where I inhaled her clean fragrance, I murmured, “I know you don’t like good boys, hermosa. That’s a goddamn lie. You want a wild, untamed sex maniac, a man who will drive this miraculous body to the fucking hilt until you're breathless, desperate and aching for more. I can see it in you.”
“What gives you the impression—”
“Everything,” I kissed her shoulder, my hand resting on her thigh, “I can smell your sweet arousal from the dirty talk already, you're so wet for me.” She shivered as my warm breath fanned against her skin.
“Havier, stop,” it was a breathless plea, almost a moan, causing me to smirk.
“Do you really want me to? I'm sure you haven’t forgotten my promise,” I looked down at her, luring her bright blue eyes into a hypnosis.
“What promise?” She feigned oblivion and I pushed her against the mirror behind us, my hand snaking around her throat.
“This conduct calls for punishment, Thyia. Would you like me to remind you of the promise?” I raised my brows and the wanton on her face said it all.
That’s right baby, I know you want my fingers writhing deep in you till you're screaming and crying. I was going to make her say it, say that she wanted me to finger her.
She nods, and I breathe against her lips as my hand inches up her thigh, the heat from her core emanating onto my skin. I almost sigh in pleasure, and her legs spread in anticipation the higher I moved.
As though it were second nature, my thumb easily found her clit, pressing it with a teasing pressure that made her whimper. I kissed her gently, drowning out her sounds as increased the pascals against her rosy sensitivity. Holy shit she was drenched, her slickness coating my skin so easily, my mouth watered.
“Havier,” she sighed as my mouth hovered cautiously over hers, my gaze never leaving hers as I circled her sweet hole, getting her as wet as possible for my fingers.
“I know you love the thrill of us being in a position where we could potentially get caught,” I whispered, tugging her sensitivity before I massaged her in sensual, circular patterns.
She closed her eyes upon the euphoric feel, but I wrapped my hand around her throat, “look at me, hermosa. I want to see the way I make you feel.”
Illithyia looked as though she was on the edge, her manicured hand moving to hold my large, veiny one and pushing it more against her warm, pulsing pussy.
I chuckled in amusement, resisting the place that needed more attention. I brought my fingers up to suck them, humming at the nectar that I had been craving for the past few weeks.
“Please Havier,” she whispered, her legs spreading a little wider so I was able to see her pretty womanhood and smell her delicious arousal. God, she was putting me to the ultimate test, and I definitely wasn’t going to make it.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” I murmured deeply, taking note of the goosebumps that were simmering over her skin.
“Your fingers…” she trailed off when my hand moved back over her thigh, gasping them moment I slipped two slender, long fingers into her sweet hole. Her back arched in need, her lips parting at the thrilling sensation of the foreign invasion. She fucking liked it and that turned me on.
“Like that, hermosa?” She nodded, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as I sunk them deeper and deeper, swearing as her walls clenched rapidly. Fuck, she was tight like a goddamn vice.
“Hmm,” she couldn’t get any words out as I increased my pace, my thumb simultaneously caressing her swollen clit to heighten her climax. Bet she has never had such an experience, and I aimed to make it so memorable, she would never forget me.
My fingers thrust into her wetness, and I marvelled at the feel of her virgin-like cunt. She probably has never been stretched so good she screamed her lungs out, or had a mind-blowing orgasm that had her quivering and aching so hard she’d want to die.
An orgasm that sent her straight into the unknown, one that involved her mind, soul and body, combusting into an ecstatic moment that she would cherish forever.
No, boys like Alex didn’t know shit on how to please a woman. She needed real men like me; men who have been in the game for the longest time and had professional experience and knowledge on the nooks and crooks of a woman’s body.
I'd discover places no other man has been, immerse her so deep into pleasure that she’ll never get out. Until she is beyond deliverance. Perfect.
Her body shuddered as I curved my fingers, teasing a spot that made her gasp over and over again, probably tightening the knot in her womb. Adding the third finger, she wanted to cry out in pleasure but I covered her mouth, my motions not ceasing as I pistoned harder with a sensual slowness.
God, I could do this all day. Illithyia excited me in the most harmful ways, and I had fallen into the trap of lust. She was so irresistible; I couldn’t help but touch her and give her the pleasure that my own wife has been resisting for the past twenty-two years.
“Bite on my shoulder, you need to be quiet for me baby,” I whispered, and she did, electric pulses rolling through my spine when her teeth sunk into my flesh. It was a pleasurable pain that had my blood flowing downwards, stimulating my stiff cock.
She groaned as I thrust all three fingers in her, spreading and stretching her pussy like never before. I was preparing her for the night I'd relentlessly and mercilessly slam into her tightness with my length. Damn, I couldn’t wait for that.
I felt her fluids trickle down my hand as she clenched harder and faster, her bite going deeper by the minute as I invaded her warmth, curving my skilled fingers to a razor-sharp accurate angle that easily hit her G-spot. Illithyia held tightly onto my body, as though she was just about to lose herself somehow.
Indeed, this dark pleasure takes you to places you’ve never known.
Her pussy quivered, her body shaking as both her nails and teeth make powerful indents against my flesh. She panted, breathing fast and hard as I kiss and suck on her neck, moving down to her covered breasts.
I tugged the towel down to reveal one of her big boobs, and without hesitation, I took the tight nipple into my mouth. She let out an agonised moan, arching her body so she could bring more of her breast into my mouth.
Her lips parted in pleasure as I chuckled and breathed slowly through my mouth, fanning her perked bud that felt so good against my tongue.
One of her hands left my back and moved below her breast, pushing it up lightly against my open mouth. Fuck, this girl was killing me.
My erection strained my pants as I sucked on her beautiful nipple, simultaneously fingering her good. The sexy sounds that she was trying to suppress were turning me on, I had to push her down on the counter and make her my victim for once and for all.
I looked up at Illithyia’s darkened features as my tongue swirled and curved over her other breast, my free hand kneading the other to stimulate her. Her eyes had disappeared to the back of her head, her legs were shaking and she couldn’t hold in her cries and moans in any longer.
She was on the edge, and so was I, the precum leaking out of me as I finger-fucked this woman into utter oblivion. Goodness gracious, I couldn’t believe my luck. This experience was way better than expected.
Kissing her slowly on the mouth, I withdrew my fingers just before the pleasure left her body, and when I pulled away, savouring her taste on my fingers, she scowled.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she looked pissed as I smirked, admiring her flustered state.
“Nothing. Don’t ever think for a second that you're the only one who can play dirty. I call the fucking shots baby,” I told her, watching as she wrapped the soft cotton back around her body.
“I hate you.” Illithyia seethed and I chuckled, leaning down to address her before I left.
“Let’s see if you'll be saying the same thing once you're tied up with a vibrator up your ass and my cock buried deep in you.”