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“Let me wash away my sins tonight, on my knees, beneath the folds of your dress, amidst the warmth between your legs. Let me erase any other pain I may have caused you,” he whispers amidst soft kisses, nibbling gently at the inner edge of my thigh, so close to my intimacy, still covered by lingerie. “Tell me you'll let me, Becca,” he growls softly hidden between my legs, and when his eyes lift, sparkling with curiosity, a shiver tightens my stomach and I nod, affirmatively.
“I let you”, I whisper, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. Manasseh deftly moves aside the delicate fabric of my lingerie, his grip firm on my thighs as he pulls my pelvis closer to his lips, without the need for more words.
At this moment, I don’t care if I fall in love with a Devil’s spawn, as long as this Devil loves me with the same fervor as he loves his hell.
“Every time I worked out my arms at the gym, I used to imagine how wonderful your legs would look resting on my shoulders,” he playfully nips at my calf, encouraging me to place my feet on his strong shoulders, my weight supported by my elbows.
When his lips press against my heated pussy that pulses beneath his mouth, I feel a tremor coursing through my bones. My back arches, and a moan escapes my lips as his soft tongue slides from top to bottom, as I just get wetter. He looks me in the eyes while he does it, and shivers run down my spine as I realize how obscenely uninhibited Manasseh is. He kisses me gently, and as his gaze lands on my intimate area, my face flushes with heat. However, Manasseh doesn't stop there, and he decides to drive me wild with gentle bites, the cool breeze from the sea making my skin tingle and intensifying the heat between my thighs.
The air is filled with the soothing sounds of gentle waves combined with our heavy breaths, my pleasure-filled moans, and the noises of his tongue lightly capturing and noisily sucking on my labia, creating a swirling vortex of strange sensations within me, leading me down the path to ecstasy. My body starts to tremble as Manasseh's tongue explores me deeply, and my legs slip from his broad and comfortable shoulders. I gasp, and just when I feel like everything might end here, Manasseh grabs me behind the knees and exposes me even further, making circular motions with his tongue around my clit, not allowing me to catch my breath.
“You're perfect,” he murmurs, locking his gaze with mine, his mouth still pressed against my pussy. He playfully swirls his tongue among my pleasure swollen labia.
“Don't speak nice to me,” I lock eyes with him in return, silently begging him not to show me kindness, for I might never return to who I've been before.
Two people who hate each other.
Him and I - mortal enemies.
I close my eyes. I can't keep looking at the sea, not when it reminds me of him. Not when his brother is between my legs, giving me the best oral sex of my life. Not when I realize how much I enjoy everything he's doing to me, and right now, I want nothing more than for his mouth to remain pressed against me.
Manasseh is immoral, degrading, toxic, and pure.
“Fine, then I won't talk anymore. I'll show you,” Manasseh thrusts his tongue so forcefully into my vagina that I start to tremble, and his movements become more aggressive, more energetic, refusing to hold back from anything he wanted to do to me from the very beginning.
His tongue penetrates me strongly, entering and exiting me in a rhythm close to a real sexual intercourse. His fingers dig into my flesh, and I feel all the tension in my belly pour out in waves of spasmodic weakness. I quickly cover my mouth, muffling a scream, and let my head fall back, completely dizzy. My toes curl, and I tremble under the skilled mouth of Manasseh, more powerful than last time when he hadn't let me have an orgasm all the way.
“Can't believe you came silently!” He says disappointedly, withdrawing from between my legs and leaning against the sun lounger behind him, wiping his mouth with the cuff of his shirt, which he opens at the chest.”
I notice the drops of sweat making his neck glisten in the moonlight, as well as the immense bulge in his pants. He walks over to the nearby table and pours some water into the only remaining glass, then downs it all in one go.
“I've made enough noise tonight,” I cover myself with the edge of my dress and stretch out on the sun lounger, watching him.
“Believe me, love. We're just getting started,” he sets the glass on the edge of the glass table and walks toward me.
His huge boner makes me swallow hard, but when Manasseh grips my ankle with an unholy look etched on his face, the entire erotic scene is shattered by a loud gurgle, like the church bell on a Sunday. The kind that resonates in your eardrums and kills all sexual appetite.
“Don't tell me,” he gazes at my stomach, still holding onto my leg.
“I'm hungry,” I bite my lower lip and look at him, embarrassed.
“I'll make the sacrifice,” Manasseh props his knee between my legs and leans over me. “I'm all yours, help yourself!”
“I want food,” I complain, and I almost feel sorry for his disappointed expression. “And then... maybe I want you too,” I clear my throat and look aside, at the dark sea. “If the food is good,” I raise a finger in protest, and he takes it between his lips and sucks it in, feeling his skillful tongue tracing imaginary circles along my index finger.
“Are you sure?” my wrist is held firmly as Masse plays between my fingers, wetting them with dirty movements.
“Very sure,” I shake my head and reluctantly pull myself away from the state of arousal he continues to indulge.
“I’ll order right now,” he sighs and gets up from me.
He takes his phone and I breathe a sigh of relief, but this whole situation is hilarious. His face amuses me, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from giving myself away. That damned businessman, who's probably spending his night in jail, is actually right. Sex by the sea is the best. An unsatisfied Manasseh, sweaty, with a cigarette between his lips because he tends to smoke when stressed, and with a massive erection in his pants, ordering room service at 3 in the morning, is truly a sight I wouldn't want to miss. Truly perfect for me.
“Make sure everything is fresh and good. Oh, and don't forget about dessert,” he extends his hand to me and closes the call.
“I thought you already had dessert,” I whisper arrogantly, covering my legs even more with the folds of my dress.
“Just so you know, I'm not a fan of many rounds in a night. Usually, it's one and done for me.”
