My Enemy’s Daughter

My core throbs between my legs, remembering how wrapped up I am in the situation and gasping, feeling his fingers play with the lace of my bra, playing with the thin fabric.

“You needed to talk, Amelia. Don’t be so critical of yourself, we’re both adults here.” He says the last words with a smile playing on his lips.

“Do not look at me like that.” I ask, unable to look away from those black eyes. He smiles and tilts his head to the side, squinting in my direction.

“And what happens if I don’t stop?” challenge.

What could happen? I think, still spellbound by the intense dark orbs.

“Are you kidding me?” I ask, giving him a pointed look.

“I don’t know, Amelia. The only certainty I have is that I want you right here, sitting on my lap, shirtless, offering me those beautiful breasts.” His voice becomes even more intense, hungry and wild as the words come out of his mouth, his lips move down to my covered breasts and he bites down.

My core throbs between my legs, remembering how wrapped up I am in the situation and gasping, feeling his fingers play with the lace of my bra, playing with the thin fabric.

Sex.

What am I thinking? I can’t have sex with Henrico.

“You should run now, beautiful.” he says, not really looking at me. I sigh loudly, feeling his hands cup my breasts, and

Damn! I moan in pleasure.

“I want see them.” he demands, looking down at the black lace like he wants to rip it to shreds.

“Henrico!” I call.

“Don’t ask me to stop, honey. You started this.” he hints, lifting his eyes to mine, smirking. I sigh, knowing this to be the truth. I came here and said I wanted to kiss you, but that doesn’t mean I still want to.

Urgh!

I want to kiss you.

I open my mouth to protest, but he pulls my bra straps and yanks my panties off my body before I can say a word. I gasp in surprise. I bring my hands forward and cup both my breasts, hiding them from their gauze.

“Idiot!” I snarl, looking down at the mangled lace fabric on the floor.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t cover up. He demands with a growl, but I don’t intimidate. I still have both hands on my breasts, hiding them from his view.

“Do not be ridiculous.” Shout out.

He growls and pulls my arms away, exposing me.

“They’re exactly how I pictured them,” he says, licking his lips in a gesture that makes me feel embarrassed as well as needy.

The volume in your pants increases and I feel my intimacy wet my panties.

“Henrico.”

“You know what, honey?” The last breasts I saw were your sister’s. he confesses, lifting his gauze to mine, giving me a devilish smile. A bad feeling takes over me, suddenly memories of Aurora and him together in this house invade my mind. I want to yell at him, tell him I hate him, call him an idiot and a thousand other things, but I can’t. I really want. “I don’t know, Amelia. The only certainty I have is that I want you right here, sitting on my lap, shirtless, offering me those beautiful breasts. His gauze becomes even more intense, hungry and wild as the words tumble out of his mouth, his gauze falling onto hers. my breasts covered.” He bites my cheek, down my neck, moving the hand that was there to my left breast and squeezing, pulling the nipple with his fingertips.

“You know what, honey?” The last breasts I saw were your sister’s. he confesses, lifting his gauze to mine, giving me a devilish grin. A bad feeling takes over me, suddenly memories of Aurora and him together in this house invade my mind. I want to yell at him, tell him I hate him, call him an idiot and a thousand other things, but I can’t. I really want. “I don’t know, Amelia. The only certainty I have is that I want you right here, sitting on my lap, shirtless, offering me those beautiful breasts.

His voice grows even more hungry and wild, his touch turns possessive as he explores my body. He bites my left cheek, down my neck, passing the hand that was there to my breast and squeezing, pulling the nipple with his fingertips and playing with it. The tightness between my legs increases, showing how wet and involved I am in the situation, I feel wanton feeling his fingers gently touch the hard tip of my breast and move to the other, playing like he owns me. I’m not a prude, I’ve had sex before, only once to be exact, it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t memorable. It hurt a lot at first, but I don’t know, I’ll go to the end with Henrico before a real conversation. I’m startled by the idea, almost covering my mouth so I don’t expose myself.

“H-Henrico” I groan, arching my back impulsively.

“Do you still want to kiss me?” he whispers, leaving wet kisses on my shoulders, nipping and then licking the same area.

“No.” I lie, collapsing into his arms.

“Um…are you sure dear?” He speaks, moving his mouth to my left breast, pulling the nipple between his teeth and stuffing it into his mouth. He sucks on the mound, letting out a long groan.

“Oh dear!” I cry out, not containing my pleasure.

“I want to kiss you, Amelia, can I?” he asks, circling my breast nipple with his tongue, giving me an indecent look. I should back off now, run away.

“Yes…” I moan, grabbing the strands of her hair and pulling her mouth down to mine. His lips collide with mine and his tongue asks for space, circling my mouth before entering it. We moan together, savoring the taste of each other. His hands shamelessly run down my body, squeezing and caressing every inch of exposed skin, moving down and teasing my ass, making our sexes meet in delicious friction.

“We shouldn’t.”

“We will. ”

“I need to go home.”

“Too late to give up, honey.” he says, lowering his mouth back to my neck and sinking his teeth there, a no-return warning, he’s marked me. I belong to him now.

“Henrico.” I call him, feeling my panties get even wetter.

“Shii… I’m going to make you come and then put you to sleep, girl.”