When I open the door I throw my bag on the sofa, and I sit down taking off my heels. I let out a thin cry when I see Thamur, standing in the kitchen. Staring at me neutrally. He takes the cup he holds to his lips, because of the color of the liquid I suppose is wine.
—What are you doing here? I thought you were too busy with work.
I shoot by crossing my arms in front of my body, waiting for your answer.
—Yes, I did. But something better came up.
He speaks, putting the cup aside coming towards me, like a born predator. Without any warning, he bends down and wraps his arms around me. Rising from the floor, I lean over his shoulder. I grab his shirt reflexively, it moves with me on his shoulder, I realize that we are going up the stairs.
—Thamur, let me go now.
I ask not being sure of my words, I feel my heart beat faster and a sudden heat takes over my sex.
—Silence!
Its shape sounds firm and hard, the sudden crack startles me and soon I feel the burning in my ass. Did he slap me? Did he just slap me?
My thoughts are interrupted when I feel my body being thrown into something cute, I look around and see that we are in my room. But this bed is not mine.
—The other one made a lot of noise.
He responds as if he knows what I'm thinking. I watch him take off his tie slowly, without any hint of haste.
His gaze is hungry and an intense glow intensifies in them.
I feel my pulse quicken with each step that moves closer to me.
—Let's play, a really fun game.
—What game?
Defensive question, feeling my throat dry. The same passes your fingertips, inside my legs. From the knee to my ankle.
—Truth or consequence!
As fast as the Thamur light, it holds my ankles, bringing me hard to the edge of the bed. His big hands meet the edges of my dress, in seconds the fabric is made in rags. Leaving my sex covered by the thin fabric of the panties exposed, equally to my breasts.
I watch his hands go against the cotton fabric, and go down to my feet, causing the fabric to get stuck in one of my ankles, while the other is free. I gasp when I feel his hand sink into my sex. Moving back and forth, I bite my bottom lip as I feel myself making turns in my entrance.
—I haven't punched my dick here yet, and it's already totally wet for me.
His voice sounds mocking, I close my eyes and delve deeper into these sensations. In that pleasure that his fingers offer me.
—Spread your legs more!
Order and promptly obey. I open my eyes and watch Thamur, sitting on the bed on his legs, making mine go over his thighs, this position makes me open up even more and prevent me from closing them.
—Who was the man with you at the cafeteria?
His voice takes me by surprise and I try to focus on what he says.
—It wasn't a cafeteria, it was Subway.
I respond by running my tongue over my lips, closing my eyes when I feel my sex contract, and a crackle sounds across the room. Involuntarily my legs shrink. In an agile way, I feel Thamur's hands, holding them. Making the massage on my sex stop.
—Please continue.
I ask, feeling the need to reach the peak of my pleasure, the ecstasy that he brings me.
—Answer!
He orders passing the indicator through the middle of my sex, I groan feeling my sex pulse stronger and stronger.
—Your consequence will be not to come.
His voice sounds a warning tone, I get irritated and reach down for my sex. But Thamur, stop me by holding my wrist, holding it above my head, keeping your body above mine. I try to tease him by squeezing his ass with one hand still free, but he learns along with the other. Holding my wrists with one hand.
I try to kiss his lips a few inches from mine, but he runs away nimbly. It squeezes one of my nipples causing me to contract my hips upwards, making me rub against his rock-hard cock. Saliva.
—Tell me and I will end this, you just have to talk.
Speak softly making your voice grow but snore, I close my eyes and feel your hot tongue pass over my lips, moistening them.
—Cum! He's my ex-boyfriend. Pleased? Now fuck me!
I exclaim by opening my eyes, meeting his. His eyes shine and a satisfying smile dominates his face.
—Yes ma'am!
Our lips are fucked, and Thamur. Let me go. My hands go like a missile towards his pants. I open the button and lower his zipper, my hand goes inside his boxed briefs and I feel his hot member in my hand, pulsing like crazy. With the other hand I pull down a little on his pants and release his member, directing it towards my entrance.
I breathe hard when Thamur separates our lips. Looking at him is intense making me burn inside.
—Ready?
I shake my head in confirmation, modifying my lip. I feel the walls of my sex expand, and my body jump when Thamur. Get in me. I let out a loud moan followed by another, I feel my breasts leap out of the bra with their thrusts making the bed sway, and hit the wall with a noise.
Feeling Thamur, inside me is a unique and inexplicable sensation. The pleasure he gives me is unique, making me feel things that I have never tasted in my life. My hand gets into his scalp, it captures one of my breasts and sucks on my nipple with an unmistakable desire.
It turns inverting our position, making me on top. I sit on him up and down. I pull his shirt in opposite directions, making the buttons fly. I run my nails through his abdomen leaving red streaks.
—Jump more hot!
Thamur, speak encouragingly. I go up leaving only the head of your cock inside me and I go down at once, contrary to my sex making your member tighten inside me.
—O!
He exclaims closing his eyes, I feel another slap on my ass. His expression of pure desire only makes me want to give him more pleasure, and even punish him for what he did to me. I rotate my body without taking his member away from me, keeping my back to him. Making him have a good view of my ass and his dick going in and out of me.
I lift my body to the end of your penis and come down, I go back and forth making your cock move inside me.
—Your bitch, you want to drive me crazy!
Whispers close to my ear, his voice is sensual making me shiver inside. I feel his hands on my waist, pushing me forward making me on all fours. He moves one hand to my shoulder, while his other hand squeezes my waist and pulls me back.
I feel my insides heat up, as if on fire. And something grows inside me more and more, as Thamur, invests in me. And like an explosion, it spreads through my body, causing every muscle to contract and tremble, leading to ecstasy. I feel my strength fade and my body soften. I let my body fall on the bed, I feel Thamur, thrust three more times and his body trembles. The same roars like a hungry animal, and soon I see his body fall beside me.
He puts an arm under my head, pulling me close to his body. I lay my head on his sweaty, sticky chest. My head goes up and down frantically because of your breathing. I can hear the beating of your racing heart that will soon start to deviate, like your breathing. The silence hangs in the environment in a pleasant way.
His hand moves over my hair, giving a delicious massage to my scalp.
—Do you know what would be good now?
—What?
I ask, moving my head towards him, he looks at me with a boyish smile on his face, having no trace of the sexy, hot man who fucked me a few minutes ago.
—Pancake!
A spontaneous smile appears on my face, I run my tongue over my lips leaving them moist.
—It looks delicious.
I comment, he smiles widely showing his white teeth. Thamur, let go of me and get up. I watch him take off his shirt, which he still wears. In his haste to satisfy me he didn't even take off his clothes, I feel my face heat up with that thought. The same takes off the rest of the clothes and takes the slacks that he brought the other day and wears them.
He comes over to me and kisses the top of my head, going to the door.
—I'll wait for you down there.
He says and then I stepped out of sight, closing the door. I sink my head between the sheets and stretch. When I get up I feel a short tremor in my legs, making me unbalance a little. But then I take up my posture and go into the bathroom, sit down on the toilet and grab the toilet paper next to me.
I pass the same for my sex, cleaning myself. I go to the sink and wash my hands. I make a bun in my hair, pinning it up. I go back to the bedroom and pick up the shirt that Thamur took off and put on. I button the only button left and go to the closet and grab a pair of panties. Thamur, he's a big man, but his shirt doesn't cover that much on me, since my feathers are exposed and a good part of my ass.
I go down and find the same one making the pancakes, I hear the same little traces of the music that came out of his cell phone. I pull out a chair and sit on it looking at his back.
—Want help?
He spins half his body, watching me, and waves in denial, turning his attention to the frying pan.
—You don't have to, I'm running out.
I raise my eyebrows imprecised with their speed and agility.
—You are very fast.
—Only a few things.
He says looking at me again, winking. I feel my face heat up and look away from anywhere in the kitchen.
In less than five minutes I put the first mouthful of pancake in my mouth, the sweet taste mixed with the molasses makes me close my eyes and moan.
—That's very good!
I exclaim, opening my eyes again, he smiles and raises the glass to his lips, taking a sip of the orange juice.
—Good that you liked it.
He speaks without taking his eyes off me. I hear the sound of a cell phone ringing, and Thamur, rising, goes to the living room.
—Damn it!
I hear the same curse, and I stretch my neck so that I can see the same in the room staring at the cell phone, with a serious expression.
—What's it?
I ask the same key on the device frantically.
—There was a problem in the company, and they need me.
He speaks in disgust, releasing a breath of air.
—then go, if they need you. So I think you should go.
—No, I'll fix it later. I want to spend the day clinging to my fiancee.
I shake my head in denial.
—Your company needs you. So go up now, change your clothes and go.
I speak firmly, pointing to the top floor. He runs his hand over his beard and waves.
—I promise I will reward you.
He says coming over to me, kissing my forehead. He goes up the steps quickly and then goes down wearing a cotton blouse and partner shoes.
—I'm going to stop by my apartment before I go to the company, in less than twenty minutes I arrive.
He speaks with his cell phone in his ear, he waves to me and I left the door, disappearing from my field of vision. I feel a twinge of disappointment hit me, but I don't let it consume me. I finish eating the pancake, even though I haven't tasted it before. I get up leaving the dish in the sink, pick up the Thamur dish, with the pancake still intact. I hear two knocks on the door, and I put the plate down. I think it could be him since I leave in such a hurry, he may have forgotten something.
—Did you forget anything?
I ask, opening the door, but I come across a tall, well-groomed woman.
—Bellinda Foggs?