Other than her name, Rebecca, she didn't mention anything else about her background, story, or anything else.
Even outside of work, Louis kept the three golden rules in mind. As for Rebecca, other than asking for Louis' ID to confirm his age, she also didn't inquire about anything else.
This put Louis at ease.
At the very least, this proved she was sober enough to give consent, as Louis didn't feel like dealing with sexual assault accusations in a few days.
The two had a tactic understanding, and while both of them remained silent for the most of it, the sexual tension in the car kept increasing.
Louis sent Kaz a short message informing him that he wouldn't make it back tonight.
Kaz seemed to have understood something as he sent Louis a thumbs up emoji, a sweating emoji, and an emoji with red hearts for eyes.
Louis rolled his eyes, parked the car in the driveway in front of a rather opulent hillside mansion, and followed Rebecca through the front gates.
No servants, no maids, no nobody was in sight.
It was beautiful, luxurious, large, and most importantly of all—empty.
"Are you curious?" Rebecca asked, drawing Louis attention back to her. His breath was caught in his throat.
Rebecca walked out of her high heels, removed the lace of her dress from her thin shoulders, and let the black evening gown scroll along her fair white skin to the clean floor.
A curvaceous hourglass figure, tight and high buttocks, matching purple underwear, and a red pepper tattoo on the left asscheek.
"Not at all," Louis answered honestly, his eyes following the movement of her hands as she removed the ornament from her hair, letting the raven black fall free over her shoulders.
Louis kicked away his shoes and followed after her, each step of his leaving behind an article of clothing on the cold hallway floor.
Rebecca smiled, though she didn't look back as she continued, "Good. I like to cut straight to the point."
Her bra and panties fell silently, and before she could turn to look back, she felt the masculine presence creeping from behind.
Powerful arms hugged her thin waist, and in the next moment, she felt her body sandwiched between the cold wall of the mansion and a steaming hot body.
In his birthday suit, Louis hugged Rebecca from behind, already beyond worked up from watching her fine ass bounce back and forth invitingly.
His erected cock nestled in the fine crack between her cheeks, its tip gleaming in the chandelier lights as it kissed her lower back.
This gave Rebecca a clear mental image of how hard, thick, and long Louis' cock was.
Her breath caught in her throat as his practiced hands explored her body, each fine touch rippling with tease, appreciation, desire, and power.
"You're so impatient, brat…" Rebecca moaned into the wall as she felt a pair of hands cupping her tingling pussy and left breast respectively—fingers searching for her sensitive buttons.
Louis didn't respond. His right and left—both hands acted concurrently—pinching her left nipple and stroking deep lines along her already wet slit.
As her body shuddered in both pleasure and anticipation, her back arched, and she unintentionally thrust her ass into Louis' lap, catching more of his cock's shape and warmth.
"So big," she whispered, breathless. "Much, much bigger than…"
Rebecca's words caught in her mouth, and she realized she almost said something she shouldn't have.
Suddenly, she pushed back against Louis, and because he was only symbolically pinning her against the wall, he easily moved back.
Rebecca turned around, her narrow and authoritative eyes searching Louis' face before scrolling down his toned body.
"I need something in my mouth lest I say something we both might regret," she spoke seductively, already finding herself on both knees, face to face with the vigorous young cock.
It almost matched with the image in her mind.
Louis thought to himself that the motion of dropping to her knees was so swift and natural, but that thought was interrupted by the sheer visual impact of what happened next.
Rebecca held onto Louis' thighs, her head level with his cock, eyes focused on the oozing precum that coated the glans.
Carefully, she inched closer and kissed the tip of his cock ever-so-tentatively, retreating with a lick of precum on the edge of her tongue.
She rolled the taste in her mouth, closed her eyes, and almost instinctively leaned in to kiss the glans, lick the shaft, and inhale the masculine scent off his twitching cock.
Feeling weak in the knees, Louis leaned forward and pressed his hands on the wall behind Rebecca, not knowing whether she was deliberately teasing him or not.
He just hoped that she didn't have some fetish about edging or ruined orgasms, lest he made up his mind to specifically edge her for hours in every dream whenever she fell asleep.
He didn't care about those 30P.
He'd let her experience hell to the point where she'd fear falling asleep.
Just as Louis was planning countermeasures and plotting a chin of nightmares, he felt a pair of thick lips take his cock in, and in one swift motion, he felt her forehead thudding into his lower abdomen.
The pleasure came all too suddenly and unexpectedly, and with a grunt, Louis' body trembled.
He looked down to see a pair of upturned smiling eyes, and his cock had disappeared balls deep into her mouth.
As her throat spasmed, Louis' face flushed in excitement, and Rebecca worked her throat's muscles to welcome the delicious treat.
How could he hold on? His instincts weren't wrong—she was a seasoned veteran in this department.
Louis moaned in a low and deep tone as his balls contracted, globes of semen exploding in Rebecca's mouth and down her throat.
The load surely surprised her as she choked, her cheeks bloated, and she desperately tried to swallow.
Maybe ten or fifteen seconds later, she slowly pulled back and opened her mouth, exposing the thick white liquid rolling on her tongue.
Winking her eyes, she closed her mouth and swallowed whatever left of his semen with a few gulping sounds.
Then, Rebecca eyed the awakened beast that had yet to calm down, licked her lips, and stood up.
"Quickly come to my bedroom," she chuckled and ran away, her ass bouncing—a streak of liquid ran down her thighs.
Only her charming voice echoed in the hallways as she ran ahead. "Don't make me wait long… my pussy is soaking wet!"