Badum. Badum.
Her heart raced as she walked towards the pent house's door.
Knowing that he was waiting for her at home, she was so excited, she sped up all the way home just to be with him for a bit longer.
She misses him when he is not with her, and she becomes greedy and hopes for longer stays.
But for now, she could do with what she is given. She will work hard slowly until she penetrates his heart and make him unable to leave her. That's what she was going to do – for her future and happiness.
Who cares about morality?
Wasn't it the survival of the fittest?
As soon as she was by the door, she closed her eyes as she took a deep breath and swiped the card to unlock the door.
Creak.
And the door opened.
Meanwhile, inside the penthouse, Valentine sat on the sofa working on the laptop as he waited for his young and pretty lover to return from her first ever event.
He was quite surprised when he learnt that she had been invited to a tea party. He wasn't ignorant of such events, after all, his wife was one of the attendees of such events. In fact, she attended the same tea party and that made his blood boil with this wild and unrestrained emotions.
The thought that those two were in the same place, and perhaps even greeted each other. he couldn't help but wonder how dark his wife's expression will be if she knows about Amabel?
Unfortunately for her, or should he say fortunately for her. he wasn't eager to expose and reveal Amabel to anyone, especially those who will harm her.
Amongst all lovers he has been, he liked her the most. She had made him feel strange emotions that at some point even thought he no longer had.
So how could he be willing to discard her?
If he just wanted to vent his frustrations and find someone to sleep with, he could have ended their relationship once it was due.
After all, he bought her virginity, gave her what she wanted and the deal was sealed. But those three days were heavenly, he was greedy and clamored for more.
That's why, he brought her back here, put her in his penthouse, the last place his wife or anyone else will even think of searching, and protected her privacy, in case his wife goes at it again.
Anyway, now that he was here, he couldn't wait to see her, embrace her and love her thoroughly as she wore those naughty strings, she had been teasing him with lately.
As his thoughts were going astray, the door opened and his gaze shifted directly in that direction, and he was amazed.
'Wow!'
Walking through the door was a young beautiful young woman wearing a pink asymmetrical skirt which hugged her tiny waist and accentuated her natural hips.
It made his mind wonder and made him imagine how perfect it will be for him to hold that tiny waist and fold her in positions unimaginable as he loves her thoroughly.
The skirt was paired with a beautiful yellow halter blouse which was tucked in to add more flavor and boldness. On her head was a typical veiled fascinator which made her look very mysterious.
Watching her walking into the house, he swallowed his saliva and unconsciously licked his lips, as the fiery fire raging within him was so strong and his cock was already throbbing as those nasty pictures in his head were getting conjured.
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She could feel it as she swayed her body towards him, a smirk on her face.
His burning desire to ravage and conquer him, and it got her very excited.
She loved how he looks at her with such eyes, with such a gaze that didn't have a single filter. The fact that, she could make him feel that way, affect him in such a way despite being fully covered, Amabel, felt like she had achieved something greater.
Her desire for her man even deepened, and she knew just how to pamper her man and make him unable to leave her in the future.
"Hubby, I missed you so much!" she cooed as she approached him, her hips swaying enticingly.
"Come here!" he hoarsely gestured with his finger, while the other hand put the laptop away from him.
Amabel grinned as she approached him, and stood obediently in front of him.
"How do I look?" she asked cooingly, her eyes filled with anticipation that he couldn't ignore.
"You look …." He dragged his words as he scanned her body slowly, suppressing the fire that was about to burst before adding, "Amazing. I just want to rip that piece of clothing from you and do you right now," speaking out his mind.
Upon hearing that, she flashed a beautiful grin at him and teasingly asked, "then, why not turn it into reality?"
And that did it.
Rip.
Tear.
"Ahh…" she moaned as she tightened her legs as her mind registered what just happened.
His lips took hold of hers enticing a moan out of her. her tongue moved along his, and his hands weren't idle.
After tearing that skirt, something that he doesn't regret, his hand was roaming on her exposed thigh as she straddled her, while the other held the back of her head.
The two seamlessly moved with each other rhythmically and after plundering her sweet mouth for a long time, he left it and started seeking solace elsewhere.
Looking at the blouse hiding her ample breasts, he tore it as he felt lazy to go through the normal procedure, revealing her breasts that were molded in that black bra she was wearing.
With a single snap, he undid the bra and let free those breasts.
He buried himself in between her breasts and she threw her head backwards, enjoying the throes of passions, her lover was inciting from her.
She loved it when he worships her body like that.
Valentine licked and sucked, as he kneaded her breasts, and moans continued spewing out of her mouth.
"Mmmmm…. Yes."
Her moans were like an aphrodisiac, stimulating him and his cock was already ready but he wanted her to be satisfied first before pleasuring himself. So, he continued, but the torn clothing on her was like a hindrance, so he got rid of it.
"Ahhh …." She moaned as she felt his fingers entering her pussy, and moved her hips instinctively, seeking and begging for more of his touch.
"My baby is wet for me, so slippery," he teasingly said, adding another finger in her channel modeled just for him, and her pussy tightened around his fingers, making hum chuckle in amusement but continued to pleasure her as she wished.
Those fingers worked on her very well, and Amabel, whose body was sensitive to Valentine couldn't take it anymore and she orgasm on his fingers, wetting the man's pants that he hasn't taken off yet.
She collapsed on him, and he gently patted her back to calm her down. The night was still long, he didn't want her to get tired that fast.
After she has rested enough, he carried her to the bedroom and Amabel hung on him like a koala, the heat inside of her rising once again.