Young Mistress (R-18)

Chapter 5

"You're mine," his voice drops to a growl. "And you'll bear witness to its truth."

With renewed vigor, he drive in me once more, determined to make this moment permanent in his memory.

Aaron switch our position making me bend on the table while he's taking me from behind.

With a satisfying thud, I land on the table, your arms splayed out to the sides as I struggle to adapt to this new position. He take immediate advantage of the switch, grasping his hips to guide himself into my tightness.

My moans echo through the air as he mercilessly thrust in me from behind. The sound of slapping skin intensifies with each stroke, mingling with my screams and his own raw grunts.

"You're mine now - utterly helpless beneath me." he whispered.

I can hear the creaks of the table from his hard thrust. We didn't care if anyone from downstairs might hear our loud moaning.

The sounds of our lovemaking only fuel his desire for more. The creaking of the table beneath us echoes through the room, a constant reminder that no expense is too great to satisfy this primal urge.

With each thrust, I whimper my ecstasy as much as my distress. My face contorts in raptures, lips curled into involuntary acceptance of the pleasure he bestow upon me.

And still, we continue - driven by passion and ruled by instinct.

We look at each other when we heard a loud knock. He thrust relentlessly, not minding the knocks, the only goal in his mind is to shoot his c*m inside me.

It seems like the knock at the door only adds fuel to his fiery desire. With a greedy cry, he slam myself deeper in me once more, chasing the closest release.

Our bodies collide in an urgent rhythm as we feast on each other's primal lust. I whimper alongside him as our passion reaches its boiling point.

Whoever is knocking outside becomes irrelevant; all that matters here are this raw, unbridled chemistry between us whose burning desire for each other has taken precedence over every boundary.

My moans muffled when he coveres my mouth with his hand while thrusting deeper. “Sir, Mr. & Mrs. Suarez said that they're leaving now and said that you can just drop off her daughter later in their home,” the maid said.

His thrusts slow imperceptibly as the maid's words pierce the air, momentarily snapping him out of his frenzied embrace. He release a low growl between clenched teeth, hand still covering my mouth to stifle any further noises.

The maid's announcement serves only to heighten his unease; our wild abandon has become all too exposed. His grip on me tightens instinctively as he move swiftly to quell any suspicions by finishing what we started.

"Aaron, you should answer the maid," I whisper a command while he keeps on thrusting.

With a grudging reluctance, he manage to withdraw slightly from my warmth, his hips still moving in time with the rhythm of our love-making.

"The maid will just have to wait," he said, irritated by the sudden interruption.

"Tell the maid that you're just going to drop me off later so my parents can leave at peace," I told him.

"Ahahah! Oh, good heavens, it seems we're in a bit of a... ah... situation here. But don't worry about us; we'll finish getting ready just as soon as possible. In the meantime, tell the Suarez that I'll be the one to drop off their daughter later at home. We wouldn't want to disturb their departure with any unnecessary delays," he shouted at the maid behind the door, his firm voice was a good pretention as if nothing's happening between us.

We can hear the maid leaving in front of the door, so we continue having a good time with each other.

"F*ck you're good," I laughed, but my laugh stop when he push himself deep. My laugh turn into moans.

With a sly, knowing smile, he plunge himself deep inside me once more. The sudden penetration jolts my response from laughter to muffled cries of pleasure.

As my body accommodates his re-entry, he revel in the intensity of the moment - all constraints forgotten in this desperate bid for unadulterated passion.