DON'T STOP

...THE BEAUTY...

The Movement is a big company so is its workload. I spend the whole day traveling along with Mr. Rein to the point where I could now barely feel my legs.

Finally, I reach home to my small apartment where the only sole is me. I threw my heels in the air and unzip my formal dress right in the living room. Baring myself completely I enter the shower.

I dress myself into a red satin lingerie and jumped right into my bed. As soon as the soft fabric of the bed touch me, I felt my eyelids become heavy. And soon I feel asleep.

"Mhm…" I woke up to a warm pleasure between my thighs. Heavy rain started wetting the floor, just as the man kneeling in front of me wetting me too.

I gasped when I realised that my hands were tied with a tie in a tight knot. Shivering I asked the man "w-who are y-you? " Words barely formed in my throat.

He didn't say anything yet answer by biting hard my clit. " Please l-let go of me" I beg. When I saw my begging fall to blind ears I shout "Let go of m-me! " Kicking my legs towards the man. He dodged the kicks and hold both of my legs captive in his big hands.

He gave my v*gina a rough lick drawing pain and pleasure from me. Tears began to form blurring my vision. And uncontrollable moans slip my throat.

" You moan so pretty, baby" he growls entering my center with his tongue. That devil cuffed both my ankles at one hand and use his other hand to rub my clit. I never felt so helpless as shameless moan slips freely. A low orgasm started taking place at my lower belly.

Slowly his monstrous hand enter me, and I flinch at his skills. He started increasing his pace, tongue still devouring and abusing my clit…

" Please d-don't...stop-p!" I tremble.

" Don't stop? Do you like my hand job that much, baby? " He smirks.

" No! " I shout.

Shame and guilt started to take form as the orgasm draw near. And within a few seconds, I reached my climax. I screamed so loud that my throat started to hurt. He didn't stop until the feeling of orgasm left my sense, dutifully licking me dry of my own come.

The man rises from his knees and appears before me. He is marked man in a black sleeveless hood. His bare muscular arm expose his dragon tattoo. The night is dark so is my room. Through blurred vision I saw My Devil with Crimson eyes staring my way.

Sleep must have overcome me since I don't remember anything after that.

The next morning I wake up to find myself in nothing but my satin top and the other pair was lying on the floor. I felt my v*gina sore making me believe that last night wasn't a dream.

The urgent terror to cry out of embarassment instantly disappears when I glance at the time. It was 10:15 am. "Whatever happens i will not my personal life get in my way of my career" motivating I get up to get ready for work.