UNLEASHING DESIRE(SPG)

I was like a fish out of a tank after our long passionate kiss. I couldn't help but take a deep harsh breath. After a long lingering kiss, I manage to push his face away from mine. I accidentally placed my fingers near his mouth and to my surprise, he began to nibble my fingers until it turns slippery. His tongue swiftly passes between my delicate fingers. He sucked it gently, teasing me while he stared at me with hunger. I feel like my heart was being gnawed by thousands of ants. It makes me antsy and listless. I was disturbed by this scene causing me to loosen up my guard. My mind went black and all I can see is how he eats my fingers. It wasn't until I feel that the world spun and was dragged into his strong thigh. I yelp in alarm and clung tightly to him. "You're so passive darling, relax and we will get into that," he teases. Blowing into my ear while he sucked and nibbled it, ambiguously. His dishonest hands slid into my shirt. The callouses of his hands rubbed into my skin creating a different kind of feeling. It began to wander underneath until it reaches my two protruding valleys. He caressed it lightly and it tickles me. Then his hands began to press it with force. No matter how big his hands are, they cannot cover my twin peaks at all. Like a kid who had found a new toy, he began to play with it with relish making it look into various shapes. Exerting a little bit of force makes me whimper in pain and euphoria. Just as I was enthralled by his movements I was greeted by a hot scorching kiss. I muffled a moan as it was suppressed by his domineering kiss. He bites my lips causing me to cry in pain. His tongue successfully pried my mouth open and entangled itself with mine. My knees become as soft as a puddle, causing me to rely on him. My ass sitting into his powerful thighs, with only a thin layer of fabric separating their skins. The excitement I felt when I continued to grind my ass off on his thigh. The puddle of sticky honey liquid exists visible at glance. I didn't have a chance to resist his assault and completely fell into the abyss and helplessness. Sweat oozed out drenching our t-shirts in the mixture of lust and desire. I was bare naked before I know it but it wasn't enough to extinguish the fire inside our bodies. We cannot get enough of each other, we want more, and want to do more. His kisses traveled down into my slender neck, expertly until it arrives at my two peaks. His eyes fixedly on my two pink cherries, showing unmasked hunger and lust. His eyes tell him that he can't wait to swallow it all. Without any second thought, he immediately grabs one and ate it with relish. Feeling the novelty of being eaten, I squirm in joy. It's like he knew that I am responding well, he continue to eat well with satisfaction. His vacant hands occupy the other peak of my chest. He toyed with his bare hands making them into different shapes. Kisses and bites. Licks and sucks. Like a general on the battlefield, he moves vigorously. His other hand wasn't idle either it travels down into her navel until it arrives at its destination. Noticing his hand's movement, she tried to clamp my legs. As he had predicted, he inserted his thighs between my legs. I started to protest against him and I became restless. 'Baby, don't move too much or I won't be able to contain my excitement and then take you right here, right now.' He growls in my ears and it makes my movement stagnate. 'You... Shameless!' I couldn't help but retort back to him. My skin grew rosier from his words. He holds my hands and guides them down into his protruding tent. 'If you don't believe me you can feel how excited it was,' he cheekily said while he massage it with my hands up and down. 'Big hooligan!' My face can't be redder than it is. I never know that he'll play hooligan with me. 'Try me and you can't walk properly tomorrow morning,' he threatens with a big amount of courage to stop his impulse. Gritting his teeth, enduring not to act against me. Almost exhausting his willpower in trying to be patient with me. And saved!-- I rubbed my temple, frying out my mind for the content of my entry. I'm not a novice at making and creating stories but I challenged myself to expand my understanding in making stories far and different from the ones I created. I am Avery 'berry' Madrigal, 26 years old maiden. Although I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth and it never hinders me to choose my path. I went all out trying to reach the limit of my understanding. I run my own nameless newly emerging company. Named it Berry Corporation after my name. Although the business is less profitable but it can also make a decent income. And here I am, racking up my brains with the career I chose, trying to come up with a story anyone would love to read. If this will be approved and succeed in ratings, this would be my third novel. My first novel was all about love, like the typical love story where a peasant girl meets a handsomely rich prince charming. They economically had a huge gap, and their love was being tested but in the end, their love wins. My second novel was all about relationships where there is love and hate. The couple goes through difficulties, misunderstandings, and breaks up but after a long run, they still end up being together. Now the third one, I'm trying to make an adult romance novel. I have thought about it already, it should be some kind of meat essay. The heroine will be despised by the hero's family who paid her a huge amount of cash. The heroine should reject it first but after the constant harassment of the hero's family, she accepted it with a heavy heart and flew away far from the hero. Then this will be the beginning of the wife chasing. It's likely highlighted how the hero chases the heroine and turns into a meaty encounter. It's because I noticed that most readers love adult novels. That is why I'm optimistic in my novel. This is a huge challenge for a no-boyfriend since birth like me. It's like I've been assigned to the battlefield without training. That is why I'm doing my utmost ability to make this work. This was my sixth time submitting an entry for adult romance but I've always failed. My manuscript will be rejected as always. The chief editor told me that it lacks passion and it would appear dull to the readers. Even my bed scenes sound awkward and bland. They kindly told me to get a boyfriend myself, travel outskirts and meet some random strangers, or visit a bar to find inspiration. Even though I'm like hanging on the edge of the cliff. Skeptical about succeeding. It never washed away my desire to do everything. The process may be painful and difficult but every time I solve the problem or obstacles I'm faced with it gives me unprecedented satisfaction. The joy of learning something new is priceless. Every step I take contains danger and euphoria. The hunger for knowledge fills me to seek out for me and motivates me to perform exceptionally well. Di di di My phone beeps and an incoming call displays on-screen with my editor in the chief name on it. It made me sigh. I know she will give a long scolding again for my rejected entry. Scratching my head in annoyance. I don't want to hear her scoldings today but I have no other option. It was me who fails. 'Yes, hello mam' Karen.' I answered respectfully and then make my phone as far as I can in my ears. Not long after I heard her shouting at me and then talking endlessly. 'Madrigal! What kind of rubbish is this! Is this a bedtime story? Reading this makes me fall asleep! There is no thrill and excitement at all, it's bland!....' 'I know mam' Karen. I will learn more next manuscript that I will submit, I will make sure that it will gain your approval.' 'You better give me a decent manuscript, Madrigal. If you want to stay on my team come up with one that is worth paying for.' She threatened. 'Well, I know mam. I promise to present you with a good script.' I assure her to make her stop nagging at me. I promised. Now it's me who's in dilemma. What should I do? I need to find a referral immediately. I shouldn't have promised her. I have to find a solution first, or else I will receive another scolding from my editor. Thinking of it gives me a headache. My phone rang again for the second time. It's my colleague in writing and bestfriend Ayrah calling me. What does she have to do with me? I wondered. 'Hello, Ayrah! What made you call?' I greeted her with a dubious manner. 'That, I heard you receive another earful from Mam Karen? Are you alright?' She sounds worried about my well-being. She knows how to comfort me, she may be the most blubber mouth of all of us but that made us lower our walls. 'You know her, but I'm working on it. It's just that she complains about how bland my copulation scene is. How the heck I would know that if I didn't know how does it feel,' I complain to her aggrievedly. Yes, she's been picking on me on that matter. I'm completely clueless so I really can't illustrate it vividly. "Ohh I see. Leave it to me. I'm sending you courtiers and you must receive them. It may take three to five days at most." "Well really? Would that help me?" I asked nervously. That only mean that my problem would be resolved. "Of course, when did I lie to you?" She sullenly retorts back. "Thank you, Ayrah! You are a godsend to me from heaven. How about I promise you with my body," I joked. "For goodness sake! Don't jest me. I might make you pay with your body," Ayrah giggled. "I'm hanging up. But if you want you can join me at XXX pub to repay a favor," she tried to entice me. They always hang out at that pub almost every night. They say that they get a lot of ideas and inspiration there. They would ask me every time they tend to go to the pub, but I always decline their invitation. It's not my style and I don't like the idea of being surrounded by hungry wolves. That creeps me out. "Nah! Next time, enjoy!" I ended the call hastily not waiting for her to answer. I really don't know how to dismiss her if I continue to listen to her. That's it! I sigh to myself as I began to clean up my belongings. Call me a killjoy but It's not going to change my view on that. I'm planning to get off work and head home this early to think of a solution to my trouble. Nobody said that the owner of the company can't have an early break, right? Staying in the office won't fill my brain with ideas. I have to rely on myself and to have a better idea I must not treat myself poorly. I have to replenish my worn-out energy for another tough battle. Picking up my keys and walked out of the building. I immediately went to the parking lot allocated for the company employees only. Spotted my car, I steer the wheel and drive my way home.