Arsene carried her through the grand corridors, the echoes of their footsteps mingling with the soft hum of the villa's opulence. Viera's heart pounded in her chest, a chaotic mix of fear and anticipation. She told herself she should resist—yet her body, betraying her mind, melted in his grasp.
The doors to his room creaked open, revealing a space bathed in muted, golden light. The scent of expensive cologne and fresh linen filled her senses, intoxicating her further. Arsene set her down gently, his gaze piercing through her defenses.
"Relax," he whispered, his voice low and commanding.
"I… I shouldn't be here," Viera mumbled, her voice trembling.
"You've been here in your mind for years."
She gasped at the bluntness of his words, heat rushing to her face. His hands traced the curve of her hips, pulling her closer. The silk of her blouse slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Every touch, every breath sent shivers down her spine.
"You've always wanted this," Arsene continued, his lips brushing against her neck. "Why deny yourself now?"
He looked at her face. She had applied some makeup—it wasn't much, just some eyeliner and lipstick. He looked into her eyes. There was some resistance in them, her creamy small hands on his chest as if she were trying to push him aside but unable to. This was what excited him the most: her weakness before him, her seductive femininity, in addition to this body that screamed at him as if saying, Come and take me, do whatever you want with me.
He had been tolerating it for months, but now he was going to unload everything inside her.
He forcefully took her lips in a kiss and held her by the waist. He could feel her resistance; he knew that Viera was in two battles: a mental battle between resistance and surrender, and a battle here with him. That's why he wanted to help her make the latter decision by giving her a pleasure that would make the choice easier.
He relaxed a little, kissing her passionately. He felt her shivers, her warm breath on his face, and her eyes staring at him like prey asking the predator for mercy. He sucked her lips with his tongue. She was in his arms, looking into his eyes, breathing heavily.
He said to her in a calm voice, "You drove me crazy all these months, and now you're trying to escape. You are older than me. Isn't that what was driving you crazy too? Someone the age of your children excites you and pushes you to the edge. Only God knows how many times you have masturbated while thinking of me. Am I not right?"
His words were like a bell inside her; he knew everything about her. Then a large screen turned on, and Viera was surprised and looked, but then she saw something shocking: several videos of her masturbating in the company bathrooms, her fingers entering her vagina.
She asked in a low voice, carrying some signs of anger, "W-what is this? Why?"
Had she been spied on all this time? She didn't know what to do. What if Arsene exposed her? What if he wanted to do something to her?
But once again, she felt a kiss on her lips, lips that wanted to devour her alive. He was staring at her deeply, with love and desire, in a deep and masculine voice as if he were reassuring her, "Do you know what you're thinking? But is this really how you think of me? Is this what you think of me? I want you more than anything else right now. I won't do anything to hurt you or touch anything. I won't do anything to my woman."
"Your woman?" With a slight whisper, she said.
Once again, she pleaded, "Arsene, I can't. I have a family, a husband~"
He interrupted her, "Your body is telling me otherwise."
In her line of sight were his fingers, covered in a sticky substance. Only then did she understand when she looked down and found herself completely naked, her flesh fully exposed to him, in addition to his other hand probing the entrance of her vagina.
With a muffled scream, she tried to cover herself with her hands. She was embarrassed because she was completely naked in front of him. She tried to move away, but he held her tightly by the waist while his hands were exploring her buttocks. Her big butt cheeks were like marshmallows; his fingers were sinking into them. In a moment, he lifted her, carried her, and threw her onto the bed. Viera knew that Arsene was in a highly lustful state. His mind was far from reason, and he didn't care about anything she said.
He knelt before her, sliding off her sleek YSL heels with deliberate slowness, revealing her delicate feet. Her toenails, painted a deep, glossy black, gleamed under the dim light. His hands, firm yet tender, cradled her feet as if they were something precious, his fingers tracing gentle lines along her skin.
Lifting one foot, he pressed a reverent kiss to her arch, locking eyes with her. His tongue followed, warm and deliberate, running along her toes with a sensual precision that sent a jolt through her. She couldn't look away, mesmerized by the raw intimacy of the act.
Heat pooled within her, the sight of his devotion unraveling her composure. She felt her breath hitch, her body responding with an unmistakable need, drenched in the intensity of the moment.
"Anhaa~ I'm cumming~!" With a faint scream, she came all the way just from this.
He trailed soft, lingering kisses from her feet, moving upward with a slow, deliberate intensity. His lips caressed the curve of her calves, the sensitive skin behind her knees, and then along the smooth expanse of her creamy white thighs. Occasionally, he let his teeth graze her flesh, leaving faint red marks, each one a reminder of his claim. His tongue followed, warm and teasing, igniting sparks along her skin.
As he reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, his breath hot against her most intimate place. His eyes, dark and full of unrestrained desire, locked onto her with a hunger akin to Eve's fateful temptation. He lingered there, savoring the anticipation, ready to taste what he craved.
She lay back on the bed, her body trembling from the waves of her recent climax. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her misty eyes meeting his. Tears, remnants of the overwhelming pleasure, clung to her lashes and streaked down her face, leaving dark trails where her ruined eyeliner smeared. The sight of her disheveled beauty, raw and vulnerable, only deepened his desire.
She knew she had to stop this. The last fragile remnants of rationality echoed in her mind, screaming that this had gone too far, that it needed to end. But her body betrayed her, trembling with anticipation, and her heart surged with unrestrained joy, drowning out the warnings. It beat wildly in her chest, as if whispering back:
Let him take us. Let him ruin us. Isn't this what we've been craving? Let him fuck your brains out. Give in. This is what we've been waiting for.
The war within her raged, but the temptation felt too sweet, too irresistible.
Just then, she felt hot, warm breathing near her pussy. His tongue got close to her pussy petals, then he gave a long lick. After savoring its sweet, salty taste, Arsene looked for more. He began sucking and licking her pussy with hunger.
Slurp! Suck!
"Aaaanh~~~~~~Omg, I can~~'t stop, Arsene! Annh! Awwwwwwh!"
Her moans were loud, like a bitch in heat. Arsene was going full as he tasted her orgasms one by one. She wet herself, his face, and the bed sheets as if someone had peed on them, forming a large pool.
His tongue pierced her pussy and began licking it from inside. Her pussy walls were hot, moist, and drenched. From the beginning till now, she came four times.
He ate her for minutes. Her toes curled and flexed, her body arching in pleasure. Her mind went blank and blurred. She wrapped her feet behind his back as if locking him in that position.
As time passed, he continued eating her, never backing down. His saliva, hot breaths, and her juicy fluids mixed together.
He sucked her dry, drinking her juices as if they were fine-aged wine. Her moans only fueled his lust.
For now, he was set to fuck this body of hers and fill her with his hot seed.
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