10 RULES OF OUR LOVE

CHAPTER 14 ~ MATURE CONTENT - STEAMY

Trigger Warning: The first half of this chapter contains mature contents and s****l scenes. Please scroll down if you are uncomfortable.

ANDREA'S POV

I moaned gently as Lola gently stroked my c**k as a moan slipped off my lips.

"f**k! Faster, stroke harder!" I ordered as she picked up the pace, stroking as fast as she could with her little hands.

Lola knelt in between my legs as I towered above her.

"Now, place your mouth on my d**k! And suck me off like your life depends on it." I ordered, and her eyes went wide in alarm.

"I can't... I've never done this before.." She begged, but I was too turned on to listen. She had started this, so she had to see to my s****l satisfaction

"Don't waste my time, or do you want to flaunt my orders?" I asked, anticipating the feeling of her mouth on my d**k.

"Now!" I thundered as she reluctantly placed her mouth on my already erect c**k, sucking slowly and gently.

"Uhhmm.. that feels so good." I moaned as she did her best to suck up half of my length.

"Go faster!" I said as she increased the speed of her mouth, but I was far from satisfied.

I placed my left hand at the back of her thick black hair that flowed down her shoulder and pounded into her mouth, thrusting in and out in quick succession and she moaned loudly, struggling to keep up with my pace.

I pulled out of her and pulled her up, kissing her hard on the lips.

At the same time, my right hand found its way between her legs as I quickly inserted my index finger into her p***y, finger f*****g her, causing her to moan loudly and move with my thrusts.

I gently pulled away from the kiss and placed my lips on her pointed and pink n*****s which had been pressed against my chest.

"Hmm..uuuhm.." She moaned as I sucked aggressively on her hard n*****s while still maintaining the speed of my thrusts into her p***y.

"I'm cuming..." She moaned as her body convulsed violently.

I lifted her up towards the desk and placed her upper body on it, with her ass grazing my c**k.

I stood behind her, placing my c**k at the entrance of her p***y, as my cockhead rubbed over her wet slits.

She lifted her ass up, eager to welcome my c**k, but as I pushed into her tight p***y, I suddenly jerked up on the bed.

It was a dream, and damn, I was rock hard.

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LOLA'S POV

I woke up to the beautiful morning and found myself cuddled and resting on Andrea's bare chest.

He held me tightly like a costly treasure, and I struggled to disconnect from his grasp without awakening him.

I went into the bathroom, took my bath, and put on a beautiful red dress that Andrea's mum had gotten me.

I finished dressing up and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so pretty.

I went out of the door, closing it shut to ensure it was locked properly, and headed down towards the lobby to get some breakfast. I didn't eat much yesterday, and I felt really hungry.

I finished having my breakfast and went up to our suite. I inputed the lock code I had seen Andrea put in yesterday, and the door popped open.

I walked in to see that Andrea was awake and had just finished taking a shower.

"Good morning. How was your night?" I greeted politely, and the next thing I knew, a shoe was flying across my face. It had missed me by an inch.

"Take those shoes to the mall and get me another pair." He ordered emotionlessly, pointing at the card on the table.

What is wrong with him? Does he have split personalities? Why was he nice one minute and heartless the next?

I quietly picked up the shoes, put them in a bag, and left with the payment card. I didn't want to argue or let anything kill the happiness I felt at managing to escape death yesterday. .

I got a new pair of black shoes for Mr Andrea at the mall, and I made sure it was the exact same design even when I realised it was outrageously expensive.

I went back to the suite and handed the new pair of shoes to Mr Andrea, but he threw them at the wall, raging in anger.

"I asked for a brown pair of shoes, so why did you bring this crap to me?" He yelled, glaring at me.

I just didn't get it. Why was he yelling over a mere pair of shoes?