MAID FOR THEM

69 WAYS I LOST THE WAR

JERONIMO

I had just closed the final deals at work and leaned back in my chair, heaving a deep sigh. It was done now. All I had to do was keep an eye on the records and put my ear on the ground for calls.

I went to the window, one of the places that used to be my usual spots in the house but with Titan gone, it didn’t feel like where I wanted to be.

Until now.

Just as I did, I caught sight of Liora walking into the house. The whole place had been quiet without her presence all day.

Did I miss it? I wasn’t sure.

Night came quickly and a storm hit Bogotá like a beast unleashed, thunder cracking through the night sky as if the heavens were splitting open.

Occasional flashes of lightning lit up my bedroom, and the rain hammered relentlessly on the roof of the mansion.

The power had flickered out an hour ago, sending the house into darkness. I’d been laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling for hours.

It was just me alone with my guilt and the ghost of Liora’s mouth on me from that blasted library that day.

I regretted it every waking moment.

The way I’d shattered in her throat, spilling myself like a weak fool. I vowed it wouldn’t happen again but she was relentless. Always in my space, being a temptress in revealing clothing.

And damn me, I was cracking.

A soft knock came at the door, cutting my train of thoughts before I spiraled like I always did every night.

I sat up. “Who is it?”

“It’s me…Liora.” Her voice was trembling. Had she been out in the rain? “Sir, the power’s out. It’s so dark and I’m scared.”

Scared? The woman who swallowed my c**k without flinching?

I almost laughed at how absurd it sounded.

Exhausted from fighting her, I called back, “Go back to your room.”

“Please, just for a while? Until the rain stops. The thunder reminds me of bad things.”

You remind me of bad things, I almost yelled at her.

Yet, something in her tone tugged at me. It was the vulnerability whether it was real or not, and I was going to find out.

Cursing under my breath, I swung my legs off the bed. The floor was cool under my bare feet as I crossed the door in nothing but loose sleeping pants.

I opened it a little.

There she stood with a candle flame flickering over her face. She wore a thin nightie that clung to her curves like it was painted on her. No robe.

Her n*****s poked against the sheer fabric. Maybe it was hard from the chill or it was something else.

Her eyes were wide and lips were parted. Damn her for looking so innocent.

“Fine,” I muttered, stepping aside. “But just until you calm down.”

She slipped in, brushing against me as she passed. I inhaled greedily. Vanilla and sandalwood. That sweet scent hit me like a punch alongside the scent of something musky.

Fuck! This woman was going to be my ruin.

I closed the door. The room was dark save for the light from her candle and the occasional flashes of lightning which illuminated her silhouette.

She set the candle on the nightstand and turned to me, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Thank you,” she sounded sincere. “I hate storms. They make me feel so alone.”

“You’re not alone. You can stay until the storm passes.” I said, voice coming out more rough than intended. I sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for her to sit too.

She did. Close enough that if she shifted, she’d be sitting right on my laps.

Thunder boomed, shaking the windows as she jumped and grabbed my arms. “See? It’s awful.”

I didn’t pull away. Her hand stayed there and her fingers traced slow circles on my skin. Goosebumps rippled where she touched.

“You’ll be fine. It’s just noise.”

She shifted to face me. Her eyes shone in the candlelight “But you’re here. That makes it better.” Her touches didn’t stop. They slid up my arm to my shoulder, then my chest. “You’re so strong. Hm, so warm.”

“Liora…” I warned, but my voice lacked force.

Her touch was fire trailing down my abs and stopping just above my waistband. My c**k twitched, already half-hard from her nearness.

She leaned in. “I can’t sleep like this. Can I…stay the night here? With you?”

“No.” But I didn’t move. Her fingers danced lower to brush the drawstrings of my pants.

“Please? I’ll be good. Or…” her voice turned husky. “Maybe not.”

Damn it.

Snatching her wrist, I held her still. “Stop.”

She pouted her lips. “Why? You liked it last time. I felt you pulsing in my mouth and now you’re pushing me away? What is wrong?”

“That was a mistake. I wasn’t thinking right when I let my guard down.”

“Surely, you can let that happen again. To me, it feels like you want another mistake.” She twisted her hand free and slid it down to cup me through the soft fabric.

I was rock-hard now, straining against her palm. My breathing turned ragged as she stroked me slow. Up and down. She looked like she was enjoying this.

“Liora, f**k…don’t.” I was fast losing to her wiles.

No matter how I wanted to fight, there was no more strength to. All I could picture was scraping her soft n*****s with my teeth and hearing her sigh underneath me.

She climbed into my lap to straddle me. The nightie shifted and I felt her bare p***y pressing against my c**k through the thin barrier between us.

“I’m so wet for you,” she murmured, grinding down. “Can you feel it?”

I shouldn’t have, but my hands went to her hips to hold her there. She took one of my hands and guided it between her legs.

One swipe of my fingers against her slick folds and s**t— she was dripping hot and swollen.

“You’re soaked,” I rasped.

I felt my resolve fall away like wet tissue. My middle finger slipped inside her easily to find her walls clenching. A long moan drew out of her.

“All for you,” she whispered, rocking herself on my hand. “I’ve been touching myself thinking about you. Thinking about this moment. Imagining your tongue on me and your c**k—yesss—filling me.”

I added a second finger, thrusting slowly. She gasped and threw her head back. Thunder rolled behind us but it was nothing compared to the scalding storm in my veins.

“You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Why not? It’s true.” She leaned down to kiss my neck. She sucked hard on the skin hard enough to mark me. “I want you to taste me. Please, sir…Eat. My. Pussy.”

With each word, she punctuated it by grinding out each syllable on my now drenched c**k.

I flipped her onto her back, nightie pushing up to her waist. She spread her legs wide to offer herself and as lightning flashed, I caught sight of her glistening p***y. Pink and perfect.

I dove in like a starved man.

My tongue licked a long stripe up her slit to taste her sweetness. It tasted addictive.

I might have just made the wrong decision.

She cried out, hands fisting my hair. “Yes! f**k, your mouth…”

I sucked her c**t and swirled my tongue, while my fingers pumped inside her. She bucked against my face, squeezing my head with her thighs.

“Deeper,” she screamed against the thunder crashes.

I obliged, burying my tongue in to f**k her while my thumb rubbed her c**t in circles. Her moans filled the room.

“I’m gonna come…don’t stop. Please don’t f*****g stop, sir!”

She shattered with a shout. Her body convulsed as juices flooded my mouth. I lapped it all up with a greedy slurp until she was whimpering against the sheets.

But she wasn’t done. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my chest. Turning her ass toward my face, she lowered herself onto my mouth again.

“My turn. Eat me while I suck you.”

Her hand freed my c**k and stroking it firm while she took me deep into her hot mouth. I groaned into her p***y.

The vibration made her shiver.

We were locked in a filthy rhythm now and there was no backing out. I licked and sucked her folds with my tongue flicking her c**t while she bobbed on my d**k and tightened her throat around it.

Spit dripped down my balls as she gagged herself on me, letting out dirty choking sounds and moans.

It felt like treason and yet like poison. I couldn’t get enough of her and her delicious cunt.

“f**k, your p***y taste so good,” I mumbled against her. “Ride my face harder.”

She obeyed immediately, grinding down to smother me in her wetness. All while her hand pumped the base of my c**k and her mouth worked the head.

Her tongue swirling the slit continuously, my balls tightened. Soon.

“I’m close,” she gasped, popping off me. “Make me come again.”

I grabbed her ass to spread her wide, then I attacked her c**t with furious licks. She screamed as another orgasm ripped through her.

Her juices coated my chin and my nose. I was practically drowning in her and I loved it. When she was done, she returned her focus back to sucking me harder.

“Come in my mouth,” she begged between licks. “I want you to fill my throat with your seed again.”

The pressure built as my balls tightened. Her throat milked me faster and her hand twisted…

I lost it right there.

“Yes…take it all, you dirty slut!” I exploded.

She swallowed the thick ropes of my c*m greedily, humming as she drained every drop until I was spent and twitching.

We both collapsed that way afterwards, her body going incredibly soft and limp on mine.

The thunder faded outside but inside me, the storm raged on. I'd given in again. No s*x but close enough to ruin me.

She curled against my side with a satisfied sigh. “See? Wasn’t that better than fighting?”

I stared at the ceiling as regret crept fast in me. But I wrapped my arm around her anyway.

Damn her. Damn me.