Contract Marriage for 7 Days - Chapter 36：Forbidden Desires... Night(2) 6

Jane’s POV

The fact that someone else knows that we are doing something here made my cheeks so hot and made me stop in my tracks. This made him open his eyes and look at me while I already know that I am looking beet red.

His face had lust, desire, authority, and anger. His teeth were gritted making his jaw look so hard. His hand came forward to graze my hot red cheeks as he forwards his ass more to the edge making his meat almost touching my lips. I couldn’t move as I was still and just looking in his eyes.

“Suck” he ordered sternly with a stoic face. And without losing the eye contact I lick off that pre-cum while my hand was pumping his whole length. I know I might look like a cheap hooker but I couldn’t care at that time and it was because of his eyes. His very scary eyes made me wet and fear. Fear of he might hurt me for his pleasure. This is who he is. He moved his ass more to me, giving me more access to his meat while I let my lips get around his whole crown. Even his crown was so big that it was enough to make my mouth full. The moment I started to put pressure on the lower edge of the crown with my lips a growl escaped his mouth as he placed his hand on the back of my head. And somehow it encouraged me.

But It was also a signal that he could snatch my lead whenever he wants. Relaxing my throat more I took him more and started bobbing my head while my right hand went to massage his balls now, that had some little curls. And with the left hand, I grab his hard muscular thigh and start to massage there too.

“Oh!… Damn you are so… So good.” He said leaning and sinking into his seat. I looked up to find his face that had pure satisfaction.

I took him out of my mouth. I took his length in my hand and started to lick it from top to bottom. I was moistening his whole hard meat with my saliva so I could take him easily. Pushing his meat towards him I take a look at his balls and took my tongue to the corner and lick it. I started licking his balls like I am brushing them clean with my tongue.

When I feel like my mouth has enough saliva I spit it over his length and try to take his whole length in my mouth. I was so full. I couldn’t take him further but he was still an inch or two left. I relaxed my throat more and took the left inches too. This made his crown get deep into my throat and my nose was rubbing and sniffing his little subtle of pubic hairs. I wait for a little to get my saliva back in my mouth and then I started to bob my head but next I felt his grip on my head.

Taking a handful of my hairs he took himself out of my mouth. I knew he is going to push himself in me again so I let my mouth be opened fully. But his plans were different. He leaned in and spit in my mouth. Giving me much needed more lubrication. And I again came forward to take him in my mouth without wasting a single minute. But this time he didn’t let go of my hairs and take a handful of them in his fist. I was not looking at him as I was more focused on his thing. It was after a while that I was pleasing some man and I don’t want to look amateur. My right bust that was already out of my dress started jiggling and touching his legs once in a while. Without my knowing, I grab it because to me it looked embarrassing.

“Don’t I want to feel it.” He almost groaned the words. And my hand let go of my nipple to grab his thigh again.

Though I was not looking at him, I could sense his dominant aura. Everything about him made me wet and knowing that I am doing something so forbidden wasn’t helping. I started to bob my head up and down over his length. It only went for a couple of seconds as soon he started guiding my head and I started going with his pace.

I looked up to see a man I don’t even know entirely. His eyes were closed and his head rested on the seat. His hair was matted on his forehead and his face reflected the pleasure my mouth was giving him with full devotion.

My mouth was fully expanded while too much of my saliva already got drooled over his meat and I was sure even the seat beneath him was getting pooled. His width that was quite big and mega was all my mouth could feel. And having him for more than ten minutes started getting the toll on me when I started feeling my jaws all going numb. But I knew he was nowhere being finished. He was still hard. And I knew I am not in my sound mind right now when I ignored the numbness of my jaw altogether and even somewhere proud was blooming in my heart. I was taking pride in pleasuring him. And I wonder why. I should hate him, right?

I kept on going over his whole length. My jaw felt tired. And it was enough now. I should make him cum. I clasped my mouth around him more. I don’t care how good he is in holding him in If I can’t make him cum in one minute that would be an insult to my capabilities.

I started the pace and I felt him twitch. Oh yes boy, I know I am best.

I could feel that he was holding it in. And next, I felt his gaze at me. I looked at him to found a very stoic face of him. I exactly knew what to do to break him and started massaging his balls with my thumb exactly where it should be. Next, catching my hairs he made my head still and started arching his ass without losing eye contact. His act made my saliva start dripping on my chest. But he bucked his ass higher fucking my mouth and deepthroating me. But he only jerked for a minute in my mouth like this and then let it go.

I felt his hot semen making his way down my throat. It felt more like shooting it in my throat. I couldn’t look away when he was out of breath and his chest was heaving in sweet rhythm as I was cleaning my mouth with the back of my hand. He was indeed well built. The moment I was still getting my saliva off of my chin his hand came forward to grab my wrist.

I looked at him. He didn’t wait and made me sit on his lap. I was sitting on his right thigh. But this time I was not sprawled over him so I pressed my legs together in a reflex. Our mouths were inches apart. For the first time instead of looking at my body with lust, he was looking in my eyes. It feels so awkward as he kept on looking into my eyes with an expression I can’t decipher.

His mouth came forward a little and his eyes fell on my lips when he said. “Mine” He sounded like he was asking himself. But then his lips came so near that it was brushing my lower lip when he gritted the very same word again. “All mine.” But this time he sounds angry or determined I don’t know because his tongue is busy in exploring my mouth. And it felt so soft but so urgent. His touch was clouding my mind and my hands came forward to grab his biceps. His biceps were so hard that they could be felt under even beneath his clothing. And with this, my mind went to that punch these strong biceps threw on that man.

He is not my man but indeed a man who would lift his hand for his woman. I don’t know if it was this thought or still alcohol I returned his kiss with equal fervor.

He broke the kiss and in the next, his eyes were looking into mine again. And I realized that looking into his eyes was more of a difficult task that I have done a moment ago. His eyes. His eyes made me self conscious. Conscious of my actions. And that fact made me the first one to break that eye contact when I lowered my gaze. But next, his fingers were under my chin and he made me look at him again. I don’t want to admit I am shy but maybe I feel uncomfortable.

He pushed some button right beside his seat and said: “We are going home.” I know he told this to the driver but his words sound promising. Promising what to come next. And this made me inhale deeply as I blinked. It was like my act instigate something and next to his mouth was lost in the crook of my neck. I tilted my neck a little and it gave him space. His soft and warm lips were placing firm kisses as my red cheeks were being tickled by his hair locks.

All of this was stirring the feelings that I know are sinful. Forbidden to have for someone who is not my husband.

But… I am not married anymore. But why does it feel like I am being untrue to all the promises I made with Paul. I told him that he is the last man for me in the world. And yes he is. Then how come I desire to please another man so badly. Does it make me a bad woman?

I closed my eyes shut the moment Alex worked on some sweet spot on my neck. Breaking the chain of my thoughts, making me so weak that I started melting in his arms.

Never in my life, I thought to be in someone’s arm’s, breaking into desired like this, who is not Paul.

“We are here.” He said on my ear but I felt so weak in my heat that I couldn’t make any words. I was dripping wet and had my thighs closed to dissipate the embarrassing sensation. But I hurriedly covered myself under my dress again as he took his time to be sober too.

The moment we were out of the car my legs felt so weak that I knew I would meet the floor if it was not for his hand on my waist. I was looking down on the floor and was really not interested to see where exactly I am because it really didn’t matter when my emotions and thoughts were everywhere. In a second it was guilty and in another, it was just the desires. The moment I took my first step I was about to trip in my heels but his hand pulled me up making me bang into his solid chest. I could feel his stare at me. It felt so weird. Maybe embarrassing. But I couldn’t muster up the courage to look at him.

And next, I was in his arms as my arms went around his neck for support. My head was rested on his chest as I chewed out my lower lip in panic. I knew he was looking at me and it was making my cheeks hot and red. I turned my face to his body in an attempt to just hide from his burning stare. It made him chuckle and I felt his chest vibrated against my hot cheek.

I felt that he was taking some stairs and I knew it was a bad idea but I opened my eyes to see if he was looking at something else or not but no his stare was still at me. His eyes held the desire. There was no anger anymore. It was his lust. He was different from the last night. He was not gritting his teeth anymore. Though he still has his hard expression on but I think this is how he looks all the time.

I knew he was passing some hallways but the moment I realized that we are in the room alone my grip on his fabric just tightened.

The room was dark and he didn’t care to switch on the lights when he lay me down on the soft sheets. I was relieved that he couldn’t see in the dark, the way my chest was heaving badly and how I rubbed my thighs together to cage the burning sensation. But in the next, he was over me. He was still in his clothes but they couldn’t hide the heat his body was emitting and I knew I was in for a very long and sinful night.