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I touched motherfucking Shangri-la, and it was everything I expected it to be. It was quiet. Catherinelle’s touch calmed the caliginous sea that was raging in my chest. In that moment, I wasn’t tortured by the curse of my existence. Here it was just me and the woman who’d be my one-way ticket to hell.
She was playing with the rose, sniffing it. I had never given a woman flowers before. I had never given a woman anything; there was no need to. Fucking doesn’t require wooing. I said when, and they came running, and Catherinelle shouldn’t have been any different, but who the fuck I was trying to fool? I saw the florist playing with the flowers, arranging them in the bouquet, and I made the mistake of touching a rose. The petals were soft like her lips, pale like her skin, so I bought one more. I couldn’t believe it myself until I saw it in her hands. The fuck was this girl doing to me, and why her? Why so young? Why my best friend’s sister? My boss’s sister…
I had a harem in New York that would gladly be the object of my desire, girls I didn’t have to worry hurting their feelings, but of all the women in the world, it was her I wanted to pervert. Every wet dream, every fantasy, all were about a blond girl with vivid blue eyes. For a long time, I refused to name the one who tortured me in my dreams, teasing me with her cruel beauty, but there was no way around it anymore. Not now when she was offering herself to me like a sacrificial virgin. If hell was the price for corrupting the last innocent thing left in my life, then tell Satan I’m on my way, because nothing could snatch Catherinelle Nucci from my arms now.
She swirled in my arms and raised on her knees, looking at me.
“I know a better way to make you relax.” Wrong. She was so fucking wrong. Just the suggestion made me tense up from the top of my head to the tip of my dick.
“Princess.” The word was calloused when rolling off my tongue.
“Shhh!”
Her lips landed on mine with gentleness, and I danced to her song, letting her have control. She teased me with her tongue and bit my lip, but not hard enough to cause a jolt of pain. I was already ready to take her like an animal from a simple fucking kiss. I had never had an urge like this, not even when I was a teenager with blisters on my right hand from all that jerking off. Somehow, her hand slid from my chest all the way to my crotch, and she squeezed me through my jeans, and I twitched.
“Fuck, Cat. Fucking hell, don’t do that. I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Do it. Lose your mind on me, Hugo.”
No way. There was no way. She was not the woman to see the dark and fucked up depths of the monster that I was.
“Cat, easy.”
“No, I want you.”
She tugged at my jeans trying to make her way to my boxers. I couldn’t let her win this round because there wouldn’t have been a way back, so I pushed her away.
“Hugo, don’t do that again.”
“You said you want me? I want you too. I want my mouth on you.”
Before she could protest further, I put her on her back, threw away her boots and leggings and put her legs on my shoulders. Looking at her like this, spread at my mercy, was better than any porn movie out there. Unable to hold onto my reaction anymore, I bent down and bit her through her silk underwear. My mouth was watering so fucking hard, I wet her panties. Or maybe that was from her.
She giggled and let her head fall to the side.
“I didn’t know there was a playful side to you, Mustafa.”
“If you think that was playful, you’re out of your Goddamn mind. Baby girl, that was hunger.”
“So what are you gonna do now?” There was an unspoken invitation in her eyes.
I dragged the panties up her legs, my hard-skinned fingers insulting the creamy texture of her skin, and uncovered her under my greedy eyes. She wanted to say something, but I didn’t give her the occasion. With one brisk move, I split her legs wider, uncovering smooth lips and the pink pearl that was the center of her pleasure. Fuck me, that was a pretty pussy inviting me to suck on it like it was a popsicle.
Tonight I was going to make Catherinelle cum until she passed the fuck out.
“Ready, princess?”
“Please.” She begged for something but had no idea what.
I grabbed her thighs, thinking about all the things I could do with her right now. She pushed her hips up, trying to get close to my mouth. My little princess was restless for some degradation, and who was I to go against the crown. The moment I lowered my mouth on her, the sweet taste of woman flooded my mouth, and I was an addict. She was coated in ambrosia, and I was on a mission to clean her up with my tongue.
An arduous moan evaded from her, and it only made me go harder, burying my head between her legs and sucking on her lips like there was no tomorrow.
“Do you like that, princess. Should I eat you out every day?” She didn’t answer but moaned again and spasmed like crazy. “When I take you to school, should I stop in a parking lot and devour this pussy before you go to class, Cat? Should I drag you in a bedroom when you’re at some Sunday barbeque and make you cum on my tongue?”
“Fuck, Hugo, fuck. Stop talking. I feel…”
