Master of Lust

Chapter - 128

Rick's tongue darted out and grazed Olivia's lower lip. He shivered at how sweet she tasted, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back. Not anymore. Olivia's fists unclenched, and her nimble fingers reached upward for his face. Her soft palms caressed his jaw, while Rick's hands wandered further below, taking two handfuls of her ass in each palm.

When she moaned, Rick took his chance and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, relishing how submissive Olivia turned out to be. She let him fuck her mouth with his tongue with no qualms, and with the lascivious moans coming out from her, Rick knew he wasn't about to be disappointed with what was about to follow.

As their tongues moulded together, Rick's fingers had a mind of their own as they slowly drew the hem of Olivia's dress up until it bunched up around her waist. Rick let out a silent grunt as he massaged the plush skin of her ass. So fucking perfect. So fucking delectable.

Olivia softly sucked on Rick's tongue, her hands still cupping Rick's cheeks as her hips ground into his own.

Slowly she drew back, a string of saliva joining their lips. Her lashes fluttered as she looked down, her hands coming back to rest on his chest. Rick's grip on her didn't relax one bit, instead he clamped down on her round bum, and pushed his hardening length toward her stomach. She had to know how hard she made him.

"Rick," she whispered. "We can't. It's not… It's not—"

Her words ended in a moan when Rick's lips trailed from her mouth to her neck, slightly biting the juncture between her neck and shoulder. "Your mouth and body are saying two different things, Mrs Clarke," he murmured against her sweet skin.

She tipped her head back, giving more access for Rick to do as he pleased. "B-But… Greg?"

Rick pulled back suddenly, and Olivia stumbled forward. He glared at Olivia's red tinted face.

"Do not take his name," he growled. "You understand me? He does not know how to fucking take care of a woman." Rick turned to point his seething eyes at the unconscious man on the carpet when a devilish smirk appeared on his face. "But he will learn."

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1. Let go of Olivia. (Temptation -50)

2. Undress Olivia (Temptation +5)

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He grabbed Olivia with rough hands and yanked the dress over her head, leaving her shivering in nothing but a black bra and matching panties that fit her in all the right ways.

She covered her chest with her arms. Her head whipped to Greg's unconscious body and then back to Rick. "This is a bad bad idea, Rick. It's still not too late."

Rick resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He understood her situation. He really did, which was why he knew this one night would be a welcome reprieve to all those nights battling the uncertainty. He could make her feel so good. Why couldn't she understand that simple fact?

Ding!

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Target Information.

Name- Olivia Clarke

Age - 43 years

Carnal Calibrator - 100/100 (Soaking Wet Pussy)

Romance Radar - 00/10

Body Count - 1

Sexual Preferences - Has only had sex with her husband. Never been satisfied with her sex, but there has been no preference.

Kinks - Has once watched hardcore sex, and it has been on her mind.

Feelings - She is exhausted both physically and mentally because of her husband and Emily's situation. She is vulnerable at the moment.

]

The information appeared in front of Rick. But he was too caught up in the moment to actually care about what was written on the pale screen in front of his eyes.

He dropped the dress on the floor and took a step towards her. She took a step back. And Rick froze in his spot. Great. Now, she made him feel like a predator.

He needed another approach. "How long has it been, Mrs Clarke?" He folded his arms across his chest.

"What?" she asked.

"How long has it been since the last time you had sex?"

Her mouth fell open at his question. "I—I—Wha-What? How could you ask that?"

"That long, huh?" Rick smirked. "No wonder you've seemed to have forgotten how good it feels. The euphoria at the end of that well-earned release." He stepped closer, and she didn't step back. "The little pinpricks of pleasure mixed with pain dancing over your skin that makes you forget everything. Even your own name."

"My name?" Olivia breathed in a daze as Rick towered over her, grabbing onto her waist with gentle hands.

"It makes you feel alive. There's a reason the French call it a little death. It'll feel like you've taken a trip to heaven and back."

He slid a finger under her panties to rub at her clit and Rick could feel how dripping wet she was. And to think she really was going to resist Rick and his charms.

Rick's hands then went up to pull her bra down to reveal plump, round breasts that spilt from the fabric. Silky, smooth skin gave way to pink, hard nipples that just begged for attention. And attention he would give.

Rick didn't waste any time to get his mouth acquainted with the hard nub as Olivia moaned long and deep, her fingers holding on to Rick's face.

Rick sucked hard on her nipple, tugging the bud with his teeth and then soothing over with his tongue. His hand kneaded the other one, pinching and pulling, drawing out all kinds of sounds from the pink-haired woman.

When her nipple was sensitive, red, littered with hickeys from his lips and dripping with his saliva, he moved on to the other one to dole out the same treatment. All the while, Olivia squirmed beneath his touch, fingers tugging at the hair on his nape.

Rick had pulled the bra straps and had pushed it down so that it was bunched up right underneath her breasts, pushing them up and making them look even more swollen.

Satisfied with the way her breasts were effectively marked and defiled, Rick then guided her to lay down on the table. He kneeled in front of her and spread his rough palms over her smooth belly and sides, over her thighs, and under her knees.

He spread her legs wide open and settled between them, sitting back on his ankles to view the perfect scene in front of him. Her entire body was flushed red, and she hid her face in her shoulder, her chest rising and falling in fast intervals.

Rick pulled apart the triangular fabric between her thighs to reveal her little pussy. With his index finger, he pressed directly onto her clit, and Olivia's back arched on the table. His finger slid down and pushed past her slippery folds.

She was so wet, his finger was drenched within seconds. "So wet, huh, Mrs Clarke?" Rick speared his finger in and out, adding another digit and continuing the movement till Olivia was a writhing mess.

"Your husband is right beside and look at you spread open for another man. Such a naughty little thing." He spread butterfly kisses all over her inner thighs. "But only for me. Right, baby?"

Rick was half sure, this was the moment she was going to slap him. Whack him with all her might thanks to his filthy mouth, and stubborn persistence.

A deep rumble emanated from Rick's chest and he removed his fingers, threw her legs over his shoulders, and dived face first into that tight cunt. His tongue pressed on her clit while two fingers again pushed inside, curling them towards him. Both of Olivia's hands were in Rick's hair, tugging them as her toes curled beside his head.

Rick could tell Olivia was close, her entire body shuddered beneath him with each languid lick. Her breath came out in ragged gasps until the dam broke and she spilled into an abyss, a bright expanse of spasms and waves that swept over her until her body weakened and her cries became groans. Her body became limp in his arms. Pliant and satisfied. But Rick wasn't done with her.

Oh no, he wasn't even close.

He crawled up, over her body and his palms began kneading her thick breasts again. His mouth hovered over Olivia's, tongue casually dipping inside to give her a taste of herself. There was an erotic feel to how she was completely naked and at his mercy while he was yet to shed a single layer of clothing. The powertrip was almost mind consuming.

Rick unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, pushing his jeans and boxers to his knees. His steel-hard erection brushed against Olivia's inner thigh, and she let out a silent mewl. He guided her hand to his cock, and with slow movements she glided up and down his length.

"Feel that, Mrs Clarke," he said over her mouth. "Feel how hard it is? All that is because of you and your sexy body."

Olivia hummed, her eyes fluttering closed. She could not reply anything to him. His hands clawed at her breasts, hard enough for her eyes to fly open. Rick's hand overlapped Olivia and he dragged his length up and down, teasing her.

Moans again flew from her mouth in wanton desire. She pawed at his ass, trying to pull him closer, but she forgot that the one in control here was not Olivia. It was Rick.

He smirked, staring at her with lascvious eyes. "Want me to fuck you nice and deep, Mrs Clarke?"

"Ummm..." Olivia moaned, words not getting out of her throat.

"Say it, baby."

"Don't, Rick. Please." Olivia barely managed to say.

"Please what?" He growled and positioned himself.

"It is still not too late. Rick, let..." Olivia still had a somewhat clear mind and wanted to resist but Rick took her by surprise.

With one smooth thrust, Rick barelled inside Olivia and gasped at the tight suction all around him. So much heat, and such a tight fit. Heat bubbled beneath his belly button, dragging long, rabid groans from his chest. Olivia whined and writhed at the fullness consuming her while Rick focused on not coming right there and then and ending all this build up in a matter of seconds.

Olivia wrapped her legs around Rick in an impulse and Rick's face inched upwards to catch Olivia's lips in a heated kiss. All too soon Rick was moving, thrusting in and out of Olivia's tight cunt. Olivia ground her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. A garbled mess of moans dripped from both of them, warming the air between them.

Rick pulled back to stare at the woman beneath him. Her pink hair stuck to her nape with sweat, her breasts bounced with each hardened push Rick gave, her lips were parted in one long, ecstatic moan. Heaven had never felt this sweet.

The table where Greg was drinking not too long ago was now rocking with their violent movements, and Rick wondered whether it was only a matter of time before it gave out. He didn't have to contemplate on it much as Olivia pulled him to her chest, and Rick's gaze drifted for a millisecond to the side where Greg lay.

Rick watched his face twitch, and he let out a soft groan that interrupted the snores. Following Rick's gaze, Olivia too turned to the side and she gasped when she saw Greg bringing one hand up to cover a ear.

"Rick," she gasped which turned into a moan when Rick hit her spot the right way. "S-Stop. We… We should stop."

Again, her mouth and body said different things. Rather than forcing Rick to stop, she arched her back and forced Rick to go deeper. The tendons in her neck stretched as she looked at her husband once more and came apart on Rick's cock.

Watching her unbridled pleasure, nothing stopped Rick from coming right after. Colours floated behind his eyelids, as his hands touched Olivia everywhere he could. He fell on top of her, trapping her beneath him with his bodyweight.

The both of them panted as they came down from their highs, and Olivia held Rick's jaw, molding their mouths for one more sweet kiss.

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