Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Chapter 8: 8-Like A Cock Against A Creamy Pussy

Jaguar:

"You really don’t have to do all this. I can go to a hospital myself," she spoke softly while sitting in front of me.

"And if I had let you do that, you would’ve gone straight back to work instead," I replied dryly.

The area she lived in was filthy.

The moment we arrived, people started staring from windows and balconies.

Some even looked ready to throw comments around until they noticed me.

Then the entire street went silent.

A few people covered their mouths in shock while trying to understand who I was and why a car like mine was parked there.

Carrying her upstairs only made the attention worse.

Her apartment was small but surprisingly clean.

Just one bedroom and a kitchen.

I sat her down carefully on the couch of the small living room.

She slowly moved her platinum blonde hair to one side before looking down at herself.

Then she pressed her entire hand against the side of her breast, showing me where it hurt.

"This area..." she murmured hesitantly.

And just like that, every coherent thought inside my head stopped working.

She had no idea what she was doing to me.

A slow heat started building inside my body before turning into a tingling sensation in my pants.

I shifted slightly where I sat, trying to control myself while my eyes remained glued to the curve of her chest.

Her breasts were huge.

Even hidden beneath her shirt, the side of them looked so full and soft that my throat went dry just staring at them.

The curve pressed against the fabric in a way that completely ruined my ability to think straight.

I swallowed hard again.

Shit.

This woman was going to drive me insane.

She slowly unbuttoned her shirt with shaky hands.

One hand stayed pressed protectively against her body while she pushed the fabric aside just enough to show me where she was hurt.

And fuck.

I swallowed so hard it almost hurt.

Outside, it was freezing.

Inside, my entire body felt feverish. freewebnøvel.com

The red strap of her bra came into view first, followed by the soft curve barely spilling from the edge of the fabric.

My brain stopped working after that.

Her skin looked impossibly soft.

Pale enough to make the red stand out even more painfully against it.

A filthy thought hit me so fast it made my jaw tighten.

I found myself wondering how her soft swollen skin would feel against my mouth, and the realization alone nearly burned through what little self-control I still had left.

I kept my expression professional down to the last detail, but the sweat building near my temples made me nervous that my real thoughts were starting to show.

"I can’t see any bruising from over the fabric," I said quietly before tilting my head and shifting a little closer toward her.

The second I leaned in, her scent wrapped around me completely.

Jasmine.

So addictive.

I had no idea how someone’s skin could smell that good, but before I realized what I was doing, I had already taken a deeper breath just to inhale more of her.

When I looked up again, she was already staring at me.

Those innocent eyes nearly destroyed whatever control I still had left.

It was almost like she understood what I was asking without me saying it directly.

Slowly, she nodded. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Then she turned her face away and slid her hand toward her strap before carefully pulling it down her shoulder.

Oh Fuck.

At that point, I was genuinely afraid she would hear the sound of me swallowing.

The strap glided down her soft skin so smoothly that my entire body tightened watching it.

Then she slowly slipped her hand away from it.

At this point, I could touch her if I wanted to.

The thought alone nearly burned through me.

She paused after that, probably expecting me to look away.

And I did.

Very reluctantly though.

I wanted to respect her. I really did.

But then I noticed the small mirror sitting nearby.

And through it, I could still see her reflection perfectly.

My eyes kept going back to it no matter how hard I tried to stop myself.

Then I heard the quiet click behind me.

My entire body went rigid instantly.

She had unclasped her bra.

A few seconds later, she cleared her throat softly, letting me know she had adjusted herself and was ready for me to look again.

The second I turned back toward her, a harsh shiver rolled through my body.

She was holding her shirt tightly against the front of herself now.

One boob fully covered while the other was naked from the side.

The cup managed to still hide her nipple that I so badly wanted to see.

The bruise sat close to the side of her breast.

And that entire area was completely exposed in front of me now.

I squeezed some cream onto my palm and noticed how red my hands had become.

Not my fingers.

My entire palm.

After that, I shifted slightly to adjust myself.

One of my hands had already curled into a fist against the couch beside her thigh, grounding myself before I completely lost control.

Then I leaned closer and finally placed the hand with the cream against her body.

The second my palm touched the soft roundness at the side of her breast, my entire body shuddered.

Her skin was cold.

And soft like clouds.

For one second, all I wanted to do was squeeze it in my hand until it spilled magical potion.

My hands were huge and muscular.

Yet even against my palm, the side of her breast felt so full, so heavy and soft that it almost stopped my breathing for a moment.

I slowly started rubbing the cream in circular motions.

Somewhere during it, the distance between us disappeared completely.

My eyes kept drifting back toward her face that was now inches away from mine.

And she was already watching me.

Every time my hand pressed more firmly against the side of her boob before easing again, I noticed the smallest reactions leave her body.

Her shoulders would tense.

Then slowly fall again.

Like she was trying to steady her breathing.

That same unbearable heat wrecking me from the inside—

She was feeling it too.

The cream between my palm and her boob started making quiet squishing sounds every time my hand moved.

Sounding like a cock rubbing against a cum coated pussy.

My grip kept tightening unconsciously.

Greedily.

Like my hand could not stop trying to feel more of her softness.

I started holding onto her boob harder now, my fingers spreading wider while my thumb slowly pushed deeper beneath the fabric she was holding against herself and along the edge of her bra cup.

Closer.

Closer to places I should not have been touching.