Chapter Forty Eight; ???

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Amanda had looked to see what fell, it was a book and something else had fallen from inside it.

A picture!

A picture of a lady she could now recognize since this morning.

Rebecca!

She managed to move past the box she had earlier found, and now this?

She was in every corner of the house hunting her. Amanda wondered if he was looking at the picture before she came in. She dismissed that thought because the book was not in his hands when she came in, nor was the lightning sufficient enough for seeing or reading.

Raymond didn't care about what fell, so he just sat more comfortable with a smile on his face gazing at her.

He immediately moved his face to her neck kissing it. He smelled of whisky but under that whiskey smell was still his scent.

She wanted to deject from his embrace, but there was just something about this man. His charm prevailed in every situation.

Her hands now held unto his neck, as her neck tilted in pleasure, giving him more room to ravish on her.

She held onto his neck tighter, letting out a moan which made him grip on her hair, leaving her gasping. Yes, gasping for more.

"I have missed you." He whispered in her ear. That whisper did a lot to her remaining self control.

His voice was husk, low, crips, and cold. She loved every bit of what his voice sent to her body. She had slightly peeped at his face which had a mix of danger, hunger, and desperation. 

Well...

She loved it!

"I missed you" for one second sounded dangerous. The coldness it carried and the hard rock she was feeling poking at her from his shorts was enough reason to feel danger. 

She had mistakenly sighted the picture which lay on the floor and that very second other pictures were sent into her brain.

Was he the same way with her?

Does he miss her as well? 

She relieved her grip on him as she ended the whole ecstasy of emotions.

His gaze was on her as he still watched her closely.

She got off him, but his grip was still on her fingers.

She proceeded to move towards the exit, but he was holding her.

"What is it?" Ray asked with a plain face.

Amanda didn't know what to say, because she didn't have what to say.

He tried drawing her closer but she had let go of his grip. 

"I wanna go take a shower." She said as she noticed Ray's expression change.

"Take a shower? Right now?" Ray asked in his usual tone but she swore she heard a mixture of calmness and at the same time, displeasure in his tone.

"I'm tired, I wanna rest too." She responded.

She watched Ray reach for his glass of whisky, gulping it before responding.

"Okay" 

She made her way to the exit and out of his view.

Amanda got to the room, took off her clothes, and went straight to the bathroom. She proceeded to take her bath as Raymond occupied her thoughts. He was charming and all she could ever want, but was almost too laid back and she didn't know if she was quite very happy about that part of him.

Imagining Rebecca in his arm while she was in the library had totally put her out of the mood. The warm water poured and washed her body as she imagined more of what she had cut short just minutes ago.

Raymond sensed a change of mood with Amanda and he didn't know why. She was yeaning for him this second and the next she seemed totally out of it. 

He despised that action because he didn't appreciate instability.

He was angered, but he would drink it off. He poured some more whisky into the whiskey glass. Gazing down at his shorts to find his little action tool still up and ready!

Amanda would definitely be taming this, tonight!

He sipped his whiskey as he imagined the rest of the action from where they left it.

He wondered if she was actually really tired and if nothing more to her actions. But people don't just discover they were tired in the middle of a romantic scene, she looked supper okay when she walked in and when they were conversing about their day.

He wanted to fuck Amanda tonight, and for her actions, he wouldn't take it easy or soft on her. 

He finished up the drink in his whiskey glass, poured another round, and gulped it.

After a few minutes, he left the library and made his way to his room.

~Adult content, please young readers should wait for the next chapter~

He found Amanda on the bed in a nightie. 

A pink petite silky lingerie. She laid facing up, her legs were all out and he could even see a good part of her ass.

His expression changed. He had later planned to just go to bed as soon as he got there, but he doubted he was capable of that anymore.

Her gaze moved to him and stayed there, he knew he might look daring at that point because his only plan was to devour her with his hard cock.

He moved to the bed, standing just by the edge of the bed as he furiously held her leg, drawing her to the edge of where he was standing. She gasped and that worsened his current predicament. He would cause her to gasp the more as the night went on.

She was looking up at him, she seemed nervous and at the same time needy.

Was she scared that he needed this too?

He grabbed her two thighs, clenching them closer to his waist. He moved his hands from her thighs as he caressed her skin through her nightie from the v of her lower abdomen to her boobs. He grabbed her boobs, squeezing them as he watched her reaction.

She moaned and that motivated him to even squeeze harder till she let out a mix of pain and pleasure.

And yes, he wanted her to feel both.

The nightie had become a barrier between his hands and her skin which frustrated him, so he just grabbed it and tore it away from her body. She gasped as her naked boobs now jiggled to his gaze.

She sure wanted this! She wanted this and even more!

Her choice of clothes said it all.

She wanted his cock in her. His hard hungry cock!

She wanted to be his hoe Tonight! And tonight she would be both his hoe and lover!

He spanked her boobs as they jiggled even more.

He immediately moved his attention from her boobs to her waist. He spread her thighs as he blessed his gaze with what was underneath. Her pink honey pot.

It called him! And like every other time, he answered!

He reached her Vagina, tracing his hands through it as he searched for her face.

She was feeling his touch, he could see it. She bit the lower part of her lips, fighting the pleasure.

He didn't want her to fight it. He wanted her to scream out, scream her feelings out.

He settled his finger at her clitoris, as he did wonders there.

She now moaned, she clutched unto the bed cover. He didn't stop, he continued on that spot that he knew she felt the most.

She called out his name in the most sexual way he ever heard it. It was melodious to his ear and his cock.

He left the spot as he spread her legs wider after which he reached for his shorts, pulling it below his knee.

His cock revealed itself and was ready for battle.

He bent over briefly sucking on her boobs before taking his face to her neck and whispering...

"I will fuck you hard tonight!" He then gave her a love bite as a little cry followed erupted from her lips. He raised his face, but still close enough, he gazed into her face, the one that still revealed the pain she felt from his bite. He moved to her lips, kissing her. Her hands' had immediately slipped into his hair but he immediately retracted from her face.

He stood back up as he reached his cock, guiding it into her wet pussy as she moaned those sweet sounds he loved to hear.

He spread her thighs wider and aggressively before his gaze moved back to her face.

He aggressively started pounding on that sweetness. He took his gaze from her pussy to her face as she kept moaning with each pound. He knew his cock was hard on her because she let out a little cry with each pound and he loved it. His gaze moved to her boobs which bounced aggressively with each pound. He reached for it, grabbed it, and almost immediately, he let it go as he moved it to her face, giving her a sex slap to her cheek then immediately moving to her neck, slightly choking her as he continued his exploit. 

He loved everything he was feeling, her pussy was soaking wet for him, she moaned and cried out his name which sent him even pounding harder. She was right for him, the only woman right for him. He kept pounding before he felt her orgasm as his orgasm followed. He then immediately collapsed into her arms. 

She curled her hands around his neck and this! This was the perfect picture!!!!