*MMA* (EPISODES 2) Cynthia continued to call. He held his phone and pressed hard on a button by the side. The phones screen turned blank black. Who calling you, Sir? He was so tempted to lie, but he didnt. He was surprised the call interruption hadnt quite calmed his desire and his organ stood ever so upright, slamming at his zippers like a burglar at a door.That was my fiancee, my dear, he said. Your fia-n-sea? What is a fia-n-sea, Sir? Told you to stop calling me sir. But I not calling you sir, what you want me to calling you? My name is Richard. Or you can call me Nnanna. I knowing your name is Nnanna, Sir. I uses to come fetching borehole at your fathers house in Obeagu. You and your brother chasing people away when they making too much noise outside the gate. He chuckled. The smile lingered on his face as he stared at her. Her face turned curious. Her beauty seemed highlighted in the expression. Why you looking at me and smiling like that, Sir? A feeling sprouted within him, driving his lust to a dangerous height. He bent, swiftly pressed his lips to hers and straightened up again. The deed was done before she could utter any protest. She didnt. She threw one hand to her mouth as though his lips had burned her. He saw no emotion in her eyes as she fixed them on him. Are you okay? he asked and instantly felt that was not the right thing to ask. She didnt say a word, her palm still covering her mouth and her blank eyes still on him. Mma? Remorse came over his face. Mma, Im sorry, its-- Doing it again. His eyes flew wide. What? I said doing that thing again. You want me to kiss you again? Yes, doing the kissing again. His heart gave out a pound that was near audible. He inhaled deeply. He was amazed that a kiss would excite him this way. He kissed Cynthia frequently, she did him too, but the kisses were different, brief, light, majorly communicative, lacking of their true purpose -- this wonderful excitation. He leaned towards her and gently planted his lips in between hers. She sucked his upper lip in and held it firm underneath her teeth. He felt a delicious pain. Slowly he reached to the central line of buttons on her long flower gown, gently pulling out a button out of a hole one at a time, careful to know if and when she would protest so that hed stop immediately. But she didnt. But when he lowered his head and took her left Tip into his mouth, she slapped his head so hard his urge momentarily left him. Im sorry, she said. It sweeting me to much. His desire came back with force and what they had, though brief, the quickest hed ever arrived, was hot, mad and wonderful. As they lay together on the sandy ground, even the tingle of sharp sand particles felt sweet on his skin. His other phone rang this time. Is that the fia-n-sea again, Sir? He checked. It was Cynthia again. Yes. He wanting to tell you something? A thud hit his heart. He rose to a sitting position on the sand and she copied. Mma. He took her hand and folded it in his. A fiancee is the woman Im going to marry. Her name is Cynthia. The slap that landed on his shaved head this time was hotter, scorching, and hadnt been spurred by ecstasy. EPISODES 3 LOADING #Sponky...
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 19:38:17 +0000
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