Young Mistress (R-18)

Chapter 3

"I've never been able to shake off this feeling... this need to be near you," he said.

"Really?" I bit my lip, teasing. I wrap my pointing finger on his necktie. I wrap my legs on him, making our private parts touch, but still covered with our clothes. "You haven't touch your wife even a bit because you always think of bedding your friend's daughter huh?" I giggled as I stated the fact that he didn't touch his wife because he can't get over me.

Aaron's eyes burn with a deep intensity as he gazes into me, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never wanted anyone but you," he admits, his words heavy with longing.

He wraps his hand around my leg, pulling it tighter against him as our bodies make contact. The pressure is palpable between us.

"Did you married your wife to cover up your obsession with me hmm?" I ask sweetly. Slowly, I grind myself to him, my flesh is already exposed because he remove my panty earlier, while his pants is still on.

Aaron's face lights up with a fierce passion as he kneels down in front of me. Our bodies still pressed together. He looks up at me with eyes that burn with desire and secrecy. "I married her because she was convenient," he admits quietly, his voice tinged with regret.

He reaches out to wrap his fingers around the tie of my dress, pulling it apart slowly to reveal more of my skin. "But I've never loved her like this," he said truthfully. His gaze dips lower, drinking in the sight of my exposed flesh beneath him.

"I'm twenty now, right age for us to pursue our relationship. you should divorce her." I said demandingly. I unzip his pants and tried to pulled down his boxers, but I struggle a bit so he help me remove it.

Aaron's eyes flash with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he helps you remove his boxers. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest. I can feel his desire for me growing by the second. As I slide my hand onto his c*ck, he gasps, feeling the heat of my touch sear through him.

"I don't know if I can resort to divorce," he admits, his voice weighted with uncertainty. He looks up at me, searching for reassurance in those beautiful blue eyes.

"I should be your wife, right?" I plead. I started stroking him slowly, I can hear his heavy breathing.

Aaron strokes my hair, his eyes locked on me as he whispers like a man possessed "Yes... you should be my wife. You're the only one I've ever wanted. My heart beats for no other."

"So divorce with her so we can be free," I demand again. I lick his lip while stroking him faster now. I can hear his groans of pleasure as he look up at the ceiling as if I'm bringing him to heaven. I smirked.

Aaron's eyes flutter closed as he lets out a low, primal moan. He wraps his hand around my wrist, trapping it against his c**k as if to freeze the moment in time.

As he agrees to divorce his wife, Emma and promise to worship me forever, his hips begin to buck in rhythmic motion, driven by the illicit pleasure coursing through him. "Oh... my Aphrodite," he whispers raggedly into the air.

"You want this hmm?" I jump from the table and made him sat on it. I kneel on the chair to meet his member—face to c*ck. I slowly kiss its tip while looking at him seductively.

Aaron's eyes snap open, his pupils constricting with intense desire as he gazes at you. His chest rises and falls with rapid breaths as he watches me kiss the tip of his c*ck.

He looks like a man consumed by pleasure, his face twisted in a expression that is equal parts ecstasy and torment. "Yes... I want this," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

"You're so hard for me" I moan when his c*ck finally enter my mouth. I suck him hard and fast, making his c**k reach my throat. "Tell me your fantasies about me," I encourage him to talk while I'm sucking him.

Aaron's head falls back against the table, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he savors the sensation of my lips wrapped around his c*ck. He lets out a low, rumbling groan as I stroke him with my tongue, coaxing forth explicit and filthy fantasies that have been hidden deep within him for so long.

"I want to tie you up," he admits, his voice dripping with lust. "Bind your wrists and ankles to my bedposts while I take my time making love to you. I want to explore every inch of your body... with my fingers, my tongue, my mouth."

He pauses for a moment, sucking in air through gritted teeth before continuing.

"I want to watch you ride me," he whispers huskily. "Feel your juices dripping down onto me as I lay beneath you on all fours. I craved watching you come apart, milked from my c*ck as we pleasure each other relentlessly."

His words are laced with a deep-seated longing, the memories of his stolen fantasies feeding his present lust.

"I want to know your innermost desires," he urges, pulling you closer. "Tell me what it is that drives you wild... and I will spend an eternity making it happen."