Page 144 of I See You

Hassan paused, though his lips were still grazing her skin.

“I’m your therapist,” she said shakily, trying to find ground even as her body melted further into him.

He could feel her heartbeat. Her hesitation. But also her want.

“I thought we were friends too,” Hassan murmured with a low smirk, teasing just enough to push her closer to the edge.

Sevyn rolled her eyes, but her mouth parted in a soft moan as he continued kissing her neck. Her protest was weak, lost in breath and tension.

“Friends don’t do this,” she said, but her voice betrayed her— husky, needful.

“Then stop me, Sevyn.”

His voice was velvet against her skin, his mouth continuing its slow assault.

“Stop me from giving this pussy what it needs,” Hassan growled against her neck, his voice low and full of heat.

Sevyn’s eyes rolled back, breath hitching as his words sent a shiver down her spine. She knew this was wrong—very wrong—but the way he touched her, the way he filled her? It felt too damn good to stop.

And truth be told, she didn’t want to.

She didn’t stop him. Couldn’t. Her fingers rubbed in his hair. Her lips found his again, and this time, there was no hesitation. They consumed each other—finally giving into what both had tried so hard to deny.

Hassan laid her back on the bed, his eyes locked on hers as she pulled off her hoodie, baring her skin to him. He didn’t waste time— he stripped the rest of her top off himself, revealing two perfect, full breasts that made his dick twitch just looking at them.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, leaning down to take her right nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked and teased, sucking it softly at first before letting it graze between his teeth.

“San…” she moaned, her back arching off the bed.

The sound made his chest burn. He moved to her other breast, tongue circling slow, deliberate, his hands gripping her waist like he needed to ground himself. She whimpered again—light, breathy—and he kept going, kissing a trail down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her pants.

He dragged them off slowly, revealing the black lace panties underneath—sexy, delicate, soaked.

He paused for a second, just staring. “Damn…” he whispered.

Sevyn was so fucking beautiful. Every inch of her. The kind of body that deserved to be touched slow, worshipped, not just fucked.

He slipped her panties off, careful like she was something precious, then brought his thumb to her clit. The second he touched her, her hips jerked and rolled with him, falling into rhythm like she was made for it.

He leaned over, kissed her deep—slow and hungry—while his thumb kept working that perfect little spot. She moaned into his mouth, her pussy getting wetter with every pass of his finger.

Then he slid two fingers inside her.

She gasped, her body tightening around him immediately. Warm. Wet. So fucking tight.

“Cum on my fingers,” he growled, voice low and raw as he curved his fingers just right, hitting that spot over and over.

“Shhh... fuck,” Sevyn whimpered, her moans getting breathier, her body writhing under him. He watched her face—those parted lips, eyes fluttering shut, her body trembling—and knew she was close.

Whenhefeltherstarttobreak,hepulledherlegswiderand dove between her thighs. His mouth wrapped around her clit and he sucked, slow and deep, letting his tongue drag across the swollen bud. “Fuck, Hassan!” she cried, her thighs tensing around his head as her body erupted.

She came hard. And he didn’t stop.

He licked every drop, tongue deep, savoring the taste of her like it was his last fucking meal. She tasted like something holy—sweet, fresh, addictive—and he needed more.

When her body settled, he didn’t let up. His tongue teased her again, soft flicks and long strokes until her moans returned, higher, needier.

“Ohh my gosh... yesss…” She came again.

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