Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Chapter 51: 51-His Cum On My Chest

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I could tell he was surprised by their size because they seemed to swallow his cock completely.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying it.

Then he slowly thrust upward.

The head emerged from the curve of my breasts before disappearing again when he pulled back down.

The heat of him between my breasts felt almost unbearable, like a burning rod sliding against my skin.

My legs trembled as desire continued to build inside me.

He moved again, then braced one hand against the back of the seat and grabbed the handle above the car door with the other.

The next thing I knew, he lost what little restraint he had left.

He started thrusting between my breasts as though he were fucking me.

My breasts moved with every motion, though I continued holding them in place.

My legs pressed tightly together as I searched for some relief.

Again and again he thrust, the friction leaving my chest hot and sensitive.

It went on for so long that I started to feel as though my breasts couldn’t take much more.

The sensation became overwhelming.

I could even feel moisture gathering between my legs.

Then the head of his cock disappeared between my breasts once more.

Before it emerged again, I felt a rush of heat strike my chin and neck.

The release came in a hot burst.

But he didn’t stop immediately.

He continued moving while spilling the rest across my chest and breasts, leaving me burning with desires that still hadn’t been satisfied.

The look on his face told me he was completely satisfied.

A wide grin spread across his lips.

He had released all over my chest, and the liquid was so hot that, for a second, I felt as though it had burned me. Of course, I was being dramatic.

Then he pulled out some tissues and started cleaning me.

He wiped my breasts first, then my chest and chin.

It was both the most awkward and the most intimate thing imaginable.

He was hunched over me while I lay there quietly, my hands resting lifelessly beside my head.

All the while, we kept looking into each other’s eyes. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

He did the same, slowly and deliberately running the tissue across my skin.

Then he tucked it between my breasts and continued wiping there as well, even though there was nothing left to clean.

"I have wet wipes in my bag," I whispered.

He tossed the tissue aside, grabbed the wet wipes, pulled out three of them, and started cleaning me again.

The cool wipes against my overheated skin felt incredible.

The contrast between the cold fabric and the heat still lingering in my body made me want another session, but I simply bit down on my bottom lip.

I could tell he was getting hard again because his cock was brushing against my thighs.

Even through the fabric, I could feel the heat coming off him.

But I wasn’t going to let him have another round.

He cleaned between my breasts with a level of care that made it seem as though he genuinely enjoyed the feel of them whenever his hand passed between them.

Then he reached higher, and for a brief second, his fingers wrapped around my neck.

That was when I realized he wanted me rough.

But he shook his head and pulled away.

The way he looked at me and then glanced downward told me everything.

He wanted more, and he wanted me to know it.

He cleaned himself with the wet wipes while I sat up and quickly adjusted my bra.

That was when he realized I wasn’t interested in another session.

So he tucked himself away.

I buttoned my shirt, and the two of us settled back against the seat, watching the windshield wipers move back and forth.

The hailstorm had stopped, but it was still raining.

Even though we hadn’t had sex or anything beyond what had already happened, we were both breathing heavily.

It took nearly fifteen minutes for the silence between us to ease.

In the end, I was the one who broke it.

"I’m starving," I uttered, pouting as I turned toward him.

I watched the way he lounged against the seat, one knee raised carelessly, his arms spread out.

His shirt was slightly untucked.

The way he sat there, looking so big and so effortlessly attractive, made my stomach tighten.

I quickly looked away.

I didn’t want to start something all over again.

"We can go have lunch somewhere," he suggested.

Then he glanced at the wristwatch and corrected himself.

"Actually, we can go have dinner somewhere."

That made me realize he was aware of the time. We had already spent nearly two hours together.

"No. I don’t want to get out of this car right now. I hope that’s okay," I replied softly.

A crease appeared on his forehead, telling me he wanted to know why.

"What happened?"

I hesitantly sighed, dramatically hugging myself.

"I just don’t want to be in public right now."

I didn’t elaborate further, but he nodded in understanding.

Then he adjusted in his seat and sat up straighter.

"How about I get you food and bring it back to the car? Would that work?" he asked with a smile.

"Where would you get it from right now?" I questioned. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

The truth was, I didn’t want food delivered to us.

I wanted him to go pick it up.

"There’s a café back there. I’ll make a quick run," he replied.

I shyly shifted in my seat, drawing myself together.

The movement made my shirt pull tighter across my chest, and I caught his eyes dropping briefly before he looked away.

"You can choose the entrée yourself," I said, lifting my chin. "But for dessert, I want macaroons."

The gesture made him laugh.

He seemed to appreciate my little moments of attitude.

But I didn’t trust this man.

He had made me feel special once before too.

And I remembered exactly how that had ended.

"I’ll go get it for you. Just wait here," he said before happily climbing out of the car.

What he didn’t realize was that he had left his phone behind.

Actually, it had slipped out earlier while he had been a little too distracted.

My eyes landed on the phone.

Just as he disappeared into the rain, it started ringing.

Gigi.

I slowly picked it up and stared at the screen.

The call rang for a few seconds before disconnecting.

Once it ended, I pressed the power button and turned the phone off.

Then I slid it back under the seat.

There was no way he would be able to keep track of time now.

I had messed with his head so beautifully.