Forbidden Pleasure

HER BEDROOM

CHAPTER 5

HER BEDROOM

LEONARD

Was it even a good thing that lady hadn't come over? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't.

Now Agatha wanted to show me her room. I had this mental thought that if I walked in there with her, then I wouldn't leave until I had f****d her properly.

It was true that she was young, but very obvious she wasn't getting enough d**k in her. More the reason why she decided to take me in her mouth without a single protest.

"Are you coming?" she asked.

"Right behind you," I said and followed her up the stairs.

We entered a different lobby from the one Rebecca had shown me earlier. This one had pictures on the walls. Of girls actually. Japanese. And under each were writings.

DO YOUR PART. EAT YOUR SLICE.

NEVER SAY NEVER.

GET A GUN. DON'T BE A NUN. THAT'S A PUN.

I wondered if Rebecca actually knew that the 'gun' was really referring to something else.

She stopped at a door, opened it and waited for me to go in. I entered the room of a twenty two year old girl, and all I saw was color at its best.

She wasn't a lover of pink, she just mixed everything at a go.

Agatha shut the door and moved towards the dresser. On the table beside her bed, she picked up a framed photograph, stared at it for a bit, then handed it to me.

I looked.

"Is that really how he looks?" she asked me.

"What, you don't trust that your mom tells you?" I asked, letting a smirk grace my face. "Yeah, that's Johnny. That's your father."

"He died when I was six but I don't remember how he looks like. How is that even possible?"

"Happens."

"Don't you remember how your parents looked like?"

I handed the photograph back to her. "I do, but we don't share the same childhood experiences, Agatha. And if I remember correctly, your father wasn't always around."

"Why wasn't he always around?"

"Why don't your ask your mom?" I asked, looking at her canister of perfumes.

"She hardly says anything about it when I do. Just tells me it hurts to talk about it."

I picked one and sniffed. Strong. "Well, he had business partners. Traveled with them from time to time."

"Just like you?"

"Just like me."

"She tells me you're a billionaire. Was my father a billionaire too?"

"Your father had good ideas but he wasn't there yet."

"How rich are you?"

I smiled at that question. "What do you want me to say, Agatha?"

"The truth," she said, and folded her hands across her breasts. That act pushed some cleavage above her spaghetti top, making my d**k jump in excitement.

She was going to get it, this girl.

"Embarrassingly rich."

"You have a private jet? '

"I have four."

She gasped. "Cars?"

"Exotic. Don't know the number."

"Then you're telling the truth."

"Are toys the measure of wealth these days?"

She shrugged. "A lot of people tend to think so."

"You aren't a lot of people, Agatha."

"You haven't met me for long, Leonard."

And the way she drawled my first name out of her mouth brought a kick to my stomach, pow!

I wanted to pin her to the bed, push my hand up her skirt, spread her legs and finger her until she came. Because I was sure she wasn't wearing anything underneath that skirt.

"Hmm," I said, and dropped the canister.

"Are you happy?" she asked.

"What?"

"Being this rich, are you happy?"

"I am."

"Are you satisfied?"

"No, I am not."

"Why?" she asked, and inclined her head to one side.

I took some steps towards her, closing the distance between us. Looked directly into her eyes and said, "How can I be satisfied when all my thoughts this night have been about you? I could only come when I thought back to my d**k in your mouth. Right now, I am not a satisfied man, Agatha. No matter how much money I have."

She was silent for some seconds, just watching me. Then she said, "My mom won't be out for another hour."

Another hour was more than enough!

Saying no more, I picked her up as if she weighed no more than a piece of paper and dropped her on the bed. My hand went straight up her skirt and how right I was!

I met flesh!

Smooth and warm and for the taking.

I parted her legs, and rubbed her c**t a little. She moaned, and moved against my hand.

"I'm sorry, Agatha," I said to her.

"Hmm," she replied, obviously contented with what I was doing to her and not wanting to hear any of my excuses or apologies.

I could live with that.

I rubbed her until I felt her warm juice against my knuckles. She smelled good too, just the way a girl should.

With my other hand, I grabbed her breast and squeezed hard. She moaned and pressed my hand against her. Then my fingers rubbed both n*****s until I felt her body begin to shake.

When I knew she was going to come, I stopped and watched her. It was splendid. Agatha brought both knees up, turned on her side as a cry escaped her lips, then she began to shake as if being tormented by a fever.

I was that fever.

She looked up at me through lidded eyes and the satisfaction was obvious. I slowly took off my shirt, unzipped, and pulled both boxers and trousers down.

She watched me as I did all that. Eyes fell on my enlarged d**k and they went wide. What did her mom say about her being shy again?

"I am going to f**k you now, Agatha," I told her.

She said nothing, but opened her legs for me. A silent agreement. I knelt over her and breathed in the scent of her juices. Lovely.

"I hope your p***y is as tight as your mouth. It would be heavenly fitting my d**k right in so deep."

Almost there, just before I could thrust my way in, there was a knock on the door.

Not again!