MATURE CONTENT AHEAD, R18!!!
LEVI AND HANNAH.
The was going crazy because l was so stressed and somehow l missed Sarah – l couldn't help but think of her. It's not like this was some kind of revelation. By the time I pulled my phone out of my pocket and then saw that it was already about time. I was done. I put my head back and just kept on drinking my whiskey. It had gone as expected – everyone had asked the same fucking questions as if it somehow it meant they cared. They didn't know what it was like. They didn't know anything. I should have been in my room - but death tried its best to claim me.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Miss Hannah, the daughter of the sterling's family. She was at my window, her dress trailing down her body. As I looked at her, I realized she looked awful stunning, more about resembling Sarah. But of course, she wasn't. Her eyes with the shade of blue that could steal every man's heart.
And talking, she was unstoppably flirting and she caught me in the moment. And then after the meeting, l found her sitting on my table and signaling for me to come over.
I thought she was going to do only simple things. Then she slid his hands around my back, and she bent over bent over. Her lips touched mine. Then his tongue slipped across my lips. I opened inviting her in and we locked. Our embrace began as he touched my bar back, cupping her ass with her other hand, and l pulled her me into my crotch. I could feel his womanhood getting all wet against me. The warmth around her lower abdomen made my mind go crazy. The world fell away as we kissed. A warmth boiled inside me and bled down to my nether region. Heating it like a hot spring. Then it was over.
"Levi, I want more of you," she whispered in my ear.
l then squeezed her body around mine.
'hmmm...."
HANNAH' POV,
I stepped towards him and put a hand on his hip and leaned forward. He kept his distance for a moment – but he slowly moved in and kissed my lips again, only once. His hand slipped behind my head, sliding through my hair: my red hair. My free hand moved forward, grabbing at the front of his pants. My hand slid onto a bulbous, thick rod that was reaching out to me. My hand squeezed, and he stumbled forward, letting out a gasp.
"This is wrong,' He breathed and then kissed me again.
"it's okay," I pushed him back against the table.
"Hannah." He whispered as his hands slid down my body.
It was like a waterfall in the Amazon, pouring over my body, tracing my curves and my body with a perfect gentleness I had never felt before. Every man I had been with had been rough – but not this one. No, he was soft and kind and beautiful. I wanted more.
I grabbed my sports bra and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts. He paused – and so did I. I looked down at the small mountains that rose from my chest, my nipples twisting themselves into hardened points fit to spar at the Coliseum. On breast had a scar on a flatter side of it. I hadn't gotten any of the implants, a portion of it was missing – not a large portion, but I felt my subconscious tumble over itself.
But the look on Levi's face was unstoppable. His just gazed at my chest as if my tits had practiced hypnosis. I moved towards him again – and his hands came up, gripping at my breasts. I felt him squeeze gently. The sensation rolled through me, triggering a tremor inside me. I felt liquid pool in my thing, as my body heated up. The hots spring began to boil. Shit, this was good.
I pressed him against the wall and pulled his T-shirt off, admiring his body. His abdomen was freaking breathtaking so slightly to be unreal, but his skin was soft and milky chocolate beneath his shirt. Soft like him. I pressed against him, feeling his cock like a giant rope beneath his pants as I pressed my skin against his.
"What are we doing?"
"I don't know Mr. Quinn – something you want I think?"
"Levi," He replied, "My first name is Levi – and yes I have wanted this. I'm so sick. I'm so sorry."
"No," I replied running and between his pecks, "your perfect and I like it."
"Its been a while since a woman called me perfect."
"Screw her and fuck me," I whispered.
" Why would you do this?" He asked.
"Because I like you, genius."
Before he could say another word, I slid down and pulled his trousers down along with his underwear. A seven- and half-inch beauty fell out before me, its tip glinting with precum. His ball sack hung down, swollen as if stung by a bee. I looked up at him, as he gazed down at me. With our eyes locked I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip of his cock. He jolted. Then I slipped my mouth over it. The salty taste erupted over my tongue, as his head slid down into the back of my throat.
I caressed his cock with my tongue as I slid his head to the point of gaging at the back of my throat. My hand came up and gripped his cock. I slid up and down. He gasped and sputtered above me. His hand fell onto my shoulder, caressing my neck, as his cock thrust forward, causing my throat to clench around his head. The vocal oscillation that erupted sent a wave of desire pouring into me.
I slid my free hand around his testicles. The wrinkled skin was rough in my hand as I gently separated his testicles with my thumb and forefinger, and gently massaged one of the swollen football shaped jewels between my fingers. He grumbled and sputtered as his hand slid onto my head.
"Oh my god," He gasped out loud.