Leah's Point of View
“Ohh...”
How did I end up here? The last thing I remembered was being held by someone as he covered my mouth.
After that… After… Next…
I slump to the ground. The fragrance of the hand on my nose earlier made me feel sleepy and worn out.
"I would like to sleep." I mumbled.
I was about to lay down on the ground when my back was suddenly caught by someone again. He patted me on the cheek, but I was too dizzy to see his face, and I looked too obsessed since I could hear Amoux's voice above the guy in front of me.
Because my robe was too thin, the man's warm palm clung to my flesh. As a response, I felt the heat. I'm not sure if it's simply because it's hot in here, or if the way he's holding me is very seductive.
I let go of his hand and began to lift my robe to remove it as the man helped me. I couldn't see his face since I believe the fragrance had also devoured my eyes. Furthermore, I paused in my undressing and asked him with my eyes closed.
“Who are you?” My hands had already been withdrawn, but he was still hanging on.
"You know me,” he whispered. His warm palm circled on my shoulder and his voice was frigid.
"It's you." I tried to open my eyes.
It's Amoux' voice. And if it isn't him, then I guess, Amoux has fully enslaved my entire being since I could hear him with someone else's voice.
I chuckled. “I know you because you're the solely person who can hurt me.”
I wanted to teach myself that I'm not grieving and that everything is acceptable with me, but really, my heart still aches. It is beaten every second because I keep thinking, "Why not me?"
“I’m sorry. I didn't mean it.”
I grinned as he said it. Even if he wasn't Amoux, everything he said sounded like Amoux to me. Somehow, the ache I was experiencing was alleviated.
“Stand there because the floor is cold. You might get sick.” After he told me that, he stood up and stepped back.
I also stood up and until now, my body is still heated.
“It's hot.”
I finally removed the robe and I suddenly felt relieved because of that. There was no cover left on any part of my body but only underwear. I didn’t feel embarrassed, even though he could already see my bréasts.
When I tilted my head, I saw Amoux' face. I've already begun to fantasize about Amoux again. I kept thinking that I should have just taken him up on his offer to be his sex slave.
With my drunken eyes, I grabbed the man's neck and wrapped my arms around it. After feeling his breath on my cheeks, I attacked him with my kisses.
“Mmpphh.” I couldn't stop groaning as he returned my kisses.
From being slow and to the most violent kisses. In the middle of our kiss, he spoke before he inserted his tongue inside my mouth.
“Fuck! Why are you good at this?”
I didn’t listen to what he said and pushed him onto the bed, so we could lay.
“Woman—”
I bit his lip, so he wouldn't be able to calm down. When I lowered my kisses on his neck, he turned it to his right side to give me access. I left marks there.
My sanity has already washed away. All I have now is my lust for this man.
I rubbed my private part on his not yet erect c0ck, but I just kneaded, and I felt its arousal. My eyes are already repressed. I wanted to do something I had never done in my whole life. I lowered my body until my face and his c0ck leveled.
His c0ck sprang proudly. I kiss it without reluctance.
He pulled my face away from his manhood, then had erotic complexions. It looks like he's getting drunk on what I'm doing. I never thought I could imagine Amoux' erotic face. I didn’t hold back and held on to his crotch again. I removed his hand.
“You don't have to do that.” He was still holding me, but I had already whacked his hand. It was as if I had not been given the food I wanted.
Because I slapped him, he let go of my face and didn't calm down. Half of his body was lying down, while his head seemed to be watching what I was going to do next. I was devastated to see how big it was. This man was greatly blessed because of the proportion of meat he had. It looks like he rained big c0cks in the sky.
I grip it like it's being measured. It doesn't seem to fit in my mouth. However, I slowly placed it on my lips, trying to taste the sweet liquid.
“Why is it so big?” I lift and lower my hand to his c0ck, as though overwhelmed by it. I fap it as if I'm gauging his size. He was looking at me and biting his lower lip as I raised my head. “I was unaware that Amoux' erotic face would give me wetness,” I grinned as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
I returned my focus to the c0ck, which was now emitting a colorless liquid.
“Woman, stop touching it, or I will cum,” he said, pressing his two elbows into the bed and biting his lip. He was so irritated that he looked up at the ceiling.
I looked at his dîck. It's twitching. The question mark almost came out of my head to ask him why it was arising. I stopped moving and licked his balls toward the tip. I was especially uncomfortable holding his meat when I started sucking it.
“Mmmm.” My mouth became numb as soon as I opened it too wide. His c0ck was so large that it barely fit in my mouth. I suck it even more like it's a candy I just tasted because I'm not certain how the sweetness came to me.
Amoux placed his hand on my cheek, allowing me to withdraw the 'thing' from my lips.
“I'll make you feel good tonight.” I said as I stared at his burning lustful eyes.