Capítulo 42: Chapter 42: Pandora’s Box (3)
(Warning: This chapter contains NSFW stuff that might not be suitable for readers. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.. You've been warned.)
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Ian stared intently at her. His pupils dilated as her actions had aroused him so much that he had thrown his rationality out of the window.
He kissed her torridly, his tongue relentlessly attacked her as he lifted her and walked her to the bedroom.
He slowly placed her on the bed. He kissed her again, he just can't get enough of her tasty sweet lips
His hands ripped her shirt apart and her snow white ample breast appear before him. He clumsily unlocked her laced black bra and hurriedly fondle her bosom.
His hands sinks in as he touched her soft breast like a marshmallow melting under his palm.
"Fuck you're so hot."
He cursed under his breath. His body felt so hot that he removed his shirt, Tia saw his well toned body and unconsciously reached and touched his abs.
Ian's hands moved to her skinny jeans, he frowned as he struggled to removed them.
"You'll only wear skirts starting today."
He commanded. Tia softly giggled then helped him take her pants off. She then unbuckled his belt and easily removed his shorts
She stare at the bulge under his underwear and out of curiosity, she softly touched it. She could feel it's hotness even through his boxer.
Ian caught her hand and lighlty kissed her fingers. Then he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, and continued down to her neck and to her breasts.
Her pinkish nipples stand erected as if asking to be teased. He licked and lightly suck and bite her hard nipples.
His hot and wet mouth sent shiver down her spine making her moan.
He looked at her and her face was flushed red, embarrased from the sound she made. Her shy face looked so erotic, that he was about to lose his mind.
His ink black eyes intently stared at her, he's lusting for her but there's still an underlying trace of love and care in his eyes.
Tia felt his gaze and to her suprise she didn't felt disgusted but instead she felt safe and sound.
Ever since she met him, she have felt protected and secured. In a short period of time, she had put her trust in him.
Ian's hand traveled downwards only to find that she's now dripping wet. His breathing became ragged, as if he's suppressing his desire.
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