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“Are you alright?” I ask.

“Took you long enough.” She shoots back at me.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, did you not hear me? So, a sight and a hearing problem.”

Okay. She’s fucking rude.

“Normally people say, ‘thank you’ when they’re helped.”

“You call that helping! You were fucking watching like it was a James Bond film.”

My jaw clenches as I struggle to contain my anger. “You know what? Forget it,” I mutter, turning away from her dismissively. “Next time, I’ll be sure to let you handle things on your own.”

As I walk away, her mocking laughter follows me, echoing in my ears and fuelling the fire of my frustration. This woman.

“Might as well have!”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

ARES NICOLAIDES

I WATCH HER SLEEP.

I like watching her.

I said it before.

We only had two-hour sleep.

Or I had none.

The way the white sheets were draped around her naked body, her brown hair turning gold because of the sunlight shining through the open window. I turn my head, the cream curtains slowly shifting back and forth. I stand up, walking over to the front of the bed. I slowly lift the covers and slowly crawl underneath, her bare legs were in view-already spread for me, almost as if she were ready for me.

Without hesitation, I lower myself between her legs, pressing my mouth against her hot, wet cunt. She gasps softly as I delve my tongue inside her, exploring every inch of her warmth with eager fervour.

Her body begins to writhe beneath me, her hands tangling in the sheets as waves of pleasure wash over her. My hand ventures of to her breasts, it fit so well in my palm, soft and mouldable. My fingers grab onto her nipple, pinching it as my tongue does its job. I feel it stiffen under my touch. I love the effect I have on her. Her breath begins picking up as I tug onto it. I push her legs farther apart; they begin shaking in my hands as I flatten my tongue against the small nub at the top.

“Ares…please…” she moans out, her back arching.

I could tell she wanted to release so I remove my mouth within seconds, and she gasps. I climb out of the sheets, hovering over her as my lips find hers. My fingers graze down her abdomen, back towards her wet pussy. They part her folds, seeking out her slit as my lips kiss down her neck. I rub up and down her clit, her eyes closing as I push my finger inside.

She gasps, her fingernails digging into my arm.

“I need to cum…Ares…let me.” She mumbles, her forehead resting onto my shoulder as I insert another two fingers. Her hands suddenly find their way to the waistband of my boxers, sliding their way inside as she grabs onto my hardened cock. I groan. “Let me…” I thrust my fingers in faster and harder, her thighs begin to shake, and her head falls down onto the pillow.

I watch her eyes become hazier, and her body finally crumbles.

Her juices spread between my fingers as I slide them out from her legs, “look at that.” She sighs, and I suck onto my fingers. “So, fucking sweet.”

She grabs my face, kissing me deeply- the taste of toothpaste still lingers in her mouth as she crawls on top of me. Her wet cunt resting above my dick, the only thing blocking are my fucking boxers. We kiss like we had never kissed before. I mean three fucking weeks of nothing. With practiced ease, she positions herself above me, her eyes locking with mine as she lowers herself onto my throbbing shaft. A low moan escapes her lips as she takes me in, inch by inch, her walls stretching to accommodate my girth. I can feel the heat of her arousal surrounding me, driving me to the brink of madness with desire.

With a sudden gasp, she impales herself fully upon me, her body tensing with the exquisite sensation of being filled completely. I watch in awe as she begins to move, her hips rocking rhythmically against mine, each thrust driving us both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

My hands find her breasts, squeezing and teasing her sensitive flesh as she rides me with abandon. Her head falls back in ecstasy, her cries of pleasure filling the air as she bounces upon my cock, driving me to the brink of madness with her wild abandon.

I groan as she tightens around me.

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