Web Of Deception; Her Saviour

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Give me a minute to set the table," he said, approaching her and wrapping his hands around her waist.

Pushing him away, Cleo said, "Be quick about that, I am famished," and grabbed a bowl of popcorn from the kitchen counter before returning to the living room.

The table was quickly set, and Ethan summoned Cleo to it. They both dove into their meal after saying grace. For a moment, only the sound of their forks and knives delicately brushing across the plate could be heard before Cleo chose to break the silence.

"You never talk about your family, Ethan," she observed, holding her glass of red wine to her lips and staring at him.

"Because there's no story to tell about them," Ethan responded, raising his head from his food.

"That can't be, no one in this world is without a story," Cleo replied, as Ethan continued to eat his food.

"You once told me you lost your parents when you were young; why don't we start there?" "Tell me how it happened," Cleo went on.

"They died in an accident."

"A car accident or what?"

"No, it is a long story, Cleo."

"Well then, make it short" Cleo replied.

"I'm not in the mood for that, can't we just talk about something else?" Ethan inquired.

"Like what?" Cleo asked after a brief pause.

"I don't know anything. We can talk about Us" Ethan answered, his gaze fixed on her.

"What about us?" Cleo asked casually, as if she was uninterested in the subject.

"How did you start working in the Babel Microfinancing Tower?" Ethan inquired.

"Well, I have always loved accounting since I was a child because my father was an accountant and I used to watch him carry out some of his duties at home, and it was a dream of mine to work in one of California's largest microfinance banks. I guess I'm living my dream now," she laughed, her laughter reverberating around the dining table.

"It is a good thing to live one's dreams," Ethan said.

"How about you?" Was working at the Babel Tower also a dream for you?" Cleo inquired.

"Not from the very beginning though, but it was a dream I later had to help me move on from my past life."

"Move on from your past life? How?" Cleo asked, a bit shocked.

"I need it to get something else and it relates to my past. Until I get what I want, I will still be stuck in the past", he said with a smile.

"Now you're making me even more confused," Cleo answered, knitting her brows as if doing so would help her understand what he was saying.

"You look stunning tonight, Cleo," Ethan tried to change the subject.

"Uhmm...thank you," she blushed as she arranged her hair with her hand.

She rose up, placed her fork back on the plate, and walked to the back of Ethan in an elegant and sexy manner.

Bending over his shoulders with her boobs pressing against his shoulder, she rubbed his hairy chest with her hand in his shirt.

"I know you've been waiting patiently for me to pounce on you since I arrived, I could see it in your eyes," she said softly into his ears as she continued gently stroking his chest.

Slipping her hands out of his chest, she walked back to the front of him and sat on his lap, facing him.

Cleo took off her tight crop top, displaying her enormous meaty boobs trapped inside her bra, which was providing assistance in keeping it firm.

Ethan wrapped his hands around her and unhooked her bra from behind, allowing her breast to fall freely. Cleo, on the other hand, unbuttoned his dress as Ethan sucked her boobs one by one until her n*****s were firm and erect.

Cleo let a faint groan escape her lips as she struggled to remove his belt from his waist and unzip his pants. He stood up, his face still buried in her boobs, carrying her as she twisted her legs behind his back.

Ethan plopped Cleo on the kitchen counter and began rubbing, massaging, and feeding on her boobs indefinitely. He swiftly ripped off the mini skirt she was putting on and spread out her legs on the kitchen counter, running his tongue down her chest to her tummy.

Ethan pushed her pants aside and began flicking her clits as he leaned in closer, locking lips with her. Cleo moaned several times into his mouth as he continued playing her with clits with his fingers, extending her legs further. Pulling back from the kiss, Ethan lifted her right leg and sucked her toe for a few moments before sliding his tongue down her legs till he got in between her thighs.

Cleo let out another deep moan as she felt his moist tongue on her p***y. She combed his silky full hair with her fingers as he continued to use his tongue to satisfy her.

Cleo moaned loudly, holding his head firmly as she reached climax, placing one hand on the kitchen counter for support and using her other hand to softly massage his hair with her legs widely spread and his face buried in her crotch.

Ethan withdrew his face away from between her thighs and inserted his index and middle fingers into her mouth, causing her to gag. As he peered at her, he drew out his fingers and softly slipped them into her v****a.

Cleo flinched as he felt his hands go into her, and she forcefully pressed her pelvic region to the table with his other hand. She ran her arms through his hand, felt his powerful veins bulge out as he fingered her at a fast pace.

He kept staring at her, watching her moan and facial expressions before pulling her into another deep kiss as she burst into another excruciating but exquisite climax.

Ethan walked back to the dining table, picked up a cup, and poured the leftover wine from the dinner they had just had into the cup before returning to Cleo, who was still seated on the kitchen counter. He carried her gently, and they both headed towards his room, handing her the glass of wine.