[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
"Wait," she gasped, tugging his hair.
Charles barely listened. He was too busy attacking the soaked walls deep within her. Her fluid gushed out every ti his fingers pulled back.
He climbed over her, pressing his lips to hers again. Their breathing only beca more ragged by the second.
"Don’t hold back," he whispered.
Kaija could barely answer. She was only moaning louder as his rhythm quickly grew faster, filthier.
"That’s right," he murmured, watching her moaning face with satisfaction. "Sing for , my songbird. Co undone."
A raw moan tore from her throat. Her neck arched, her head thrown back as the last thread of control snapped. Her arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into his skin as she clutched him, her body convulsing uncontrollably.
"Good girl," he whispered against her ear, his fingers still buried deep inside.
When Kaija finally drifted down from the high, his fingers eased out slowly. Then he rose from the sofa, shedding his clothes piece by piece, leaving his skin revealed, firm and sculpted.
Her gaze traveled from the defined lines on his chest, down the ridges of his abs, and lower.
Though she’d only been with one man in the first twenty-two years of her life, but she could tell when a man’s size was abnormally — impossibly — huge.
The man wasn’t just born rich. He was born equipped with a lethal weapon. And right now, that weapon was fully loaded and ready, pointing right at her.
As if enjoying her expression, he asked, voice low and playful, "Like what you see?"
"Very," she smirked.
His lips curved as he stepped closer, as though he’d only expected that answer. His cock was thick and heavy, swinging slightly to his every step.
Her entrance was still soaked, but she already started feeling nervous. Maybe fitting that monster of a man’s thing in shouldn’t be that unbearable, she thought, but with the way Charles was looking at her right now, with the whites of his eyes already turning faintly red, she wouldn’t be so confident.
He climbed over her, one hand stroking his length, the other pinning her hips, holding her in place.
"Spread yourself for ," he said softly.
She couldn’t help but obey. The tip of his length touched her entrance, warm and hard. He teased the soft folds outside slowly, gathering so of the slick liquid still clinging there, then rubbed it against her clit teasingly. Her heart still hadn’t even co down from the earlier high, and yet it’d already started beating wildly again. Without warning, he slid in.
A sharp moan escaped her lips. He captured them gently with his own, but the movent of his lower body was anything but gentle. The ga was only beginning, and yet he was already going full speed.
"Wait... wait..." She gasped weakly between her own moans and his kisses. "Slow down."
His words rumbled back, deep in his throat. "I can’t. It’s too good."
As if his insane speed wasn’t enough, his hands slid up and seized her breasts, kneading and pulling at her nipples, making her lose her mind completely. One orgasm after another crashed over her at the rcy of Charles’s thrusts.
His cock kept pressing against her walls, which in turn spasd around his thick length rcilessly, making him groan lowly. He tried to push all the way in, burying himself deeper into her, but her inner self couldn’t devour the entirety of his length.
Stubborn as he was, he tried it again. Then again. And again.
Every ti he pulled his full length out before thrusting it all the way in again, liquid splashed out of her entrance and the wetness only drove him wilder.
"Fuck," he groaned into her ear. "You feel too good. I can’t stop."
Kaija barely responded. Her head had already started feeling light.
Thirty minutes and God knows how many positions later, Charles still showed no sign of coming or stopping. He only got more creative with the positions.
One mont she found herself on her elbows and knees. The next, he was lifting and carrying her around the flat. From the sofa to the kitchen counters, all the way to his own bed.
By the nth ti she felt his hard length entering her again, consciousness had left her.
She didn’t even know whether Charles had kept on doing it, or spared her for the night. When she opened her eyes again, the room was filled with daylight.
Her body felt wrecked, her throat dry. There was no strength left in her limbs. She was still completely naked, only wrapped in the thick white blanket.
She looked around the room. Charles was gone, and she was all alone.
For so reasons, she felt relieved. If he’d still been around for so morning cuddling and asked for more, she might’ve murdered him on the spot.
She went to wash up, but then realized... she was already strangely clean.
Her clothes were folded neatly and hung up. When she put them on, they slled fresh, like they’d just been washed.
When she checked her phone, there was a text from Charles.
Mister Lion King:"I’ve got a eting in the morning. Call the restaurant and order anything you like for breakfast. I’ll try to be back soon."
Her eyes slightly widened. She’d never imagined Charles would be such a decent, thoughtful one-night stand partner.
No wonder all those won before her ca looking for him again. He basically handled everything, even after she’d dozed off before he got to finish his fun.
He did say he’d be back soon.
"Hmm," she humd, staring at the screen. "Better be gone before that happened."
She downed a large glass of water to wake herself up, gathered her things, and slipped out of Room 2.
Thinking back on the night before, even she was impressed by how daring she’d been.
Going to his place, knowing exactly how it’d end. Opening up more than she should’ve. Learning more about him than she should’ve. Basically seducing him and initiating the whole thing herself.
Now that Kaija’d had a taste of what it was like to get intimate without a proper relationship, she could see why Juho was into this sort of thing.
The pleasure was insane, especially when the partner was that skilled. The aftermath, h, not that fun. But the thrill of it all? That was fire.
The revelation about Antony was definitely the biggest shock. Who would’ve thought he and Charles were half-brothers?
Speaking of Antony... she suddenly realized she’d missed a class with him that morning. She quickly rushed to the dance studio.
When she arrived at the dance studio, it was already lunchti. The trainees from Antony’s interdiate class were filing out.
Upon seeing her, Antony’s face didn’t show a hint of reaction. He didn’t scold her for making him wait all morning. He didn’t even ask why. He just walked right past her like she was thin air.
She spun around and called after him, "I’m sorry I missed class this morning without informing you."
No response ca. Antony kept walking.
She tried again, louder this ti, more earnest. "I’m really sorry for being insensitive about how you feel."
His footsteps stalled.
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