Chapter Thirty-One

Thirty minutes later, they were grunting and groaning really loudly as they kept ravaging each other like animals. With reckless abandon. Ken had one of her legs over his shoulder, tilting her body to the side a little so that his angle of penetration would be better. And as he slammed into her over and over again, he was holding onto her so tight he had all but lifted her off the bed.

“Ahh… oh yes!!!” She screamed over and over again as she clutched onto the sheets for dear life. The slap of their body repeatedly hitting each other filled up the room. the place was filled up with the strong smell of sex, but none of them were even noticing it as they were only focused on what they could do to the other.

He reached out and grabbed her boobs, squeezing it while he kept on pistoning her. He was not smiling or frowning, he was intense in his fucking as he was focused on what he was doing. Nothing was going to distract him, and nothing was going to stop him from releasing.

The air conditioner in the room was on full blast, constantly pushing cold air into the room. But the two lovers were sweating profusely, their bodies were slick and wet, gleaming under the dim light as if they had rubbed oil. When Ada tried to hold onto his shoulders, her hand slipped off him, almost making her lose her balance.

Now, he had lifted her other legs now and draped it over his other shoulder, both her legs were now pressed against his chest. And when he pushed his manhood into her honeypot, it was tighter and therefore sweeter.

“Damn…” she let out a groan as mad pleasure swept through her like a flood. She grabbed folds of the silk sheets in her fist, not even realizing when she lifted her waist upward, gyrating her hips to give him better access.

He pulled out of her and slammed back into her, and she let out a squeak. This man was just too good. He increased his pace and soon, she was also matching him stroke for stroke. Pushing herself upward so that every time he hit her, it felt different. Her mouth fell open, her breasts were jiggling with the rapid movements of her entire body.

And she began to feel the orgasm swim towards her.

“Please do not stop!” She begged, opening her eyes as he went even faster. He was looking at her as well, pounding into her over and over. Their eyes met, and for some reason that seemed to make the entire thing just more out of the world enjoyable.

And then the orgasm hit her like a truck, she lifted off the bed one last time to take his manhood, and then fell back as her body jerked in the throes of passion. She was letting out intelligible mutterings as she spasmed and trembled in between the silk sheets.

Ken continued fucking her through it all, focusing on his own release. A few strokes later, he thrust into her for the last time, going as deep as he possibly could as though he wanted to bury himself deep inside her. Then he came loud and hard, letting out a loud cry as her honeypot milked him of all his sperm and sucked it all in.

“Oh fuck!” He groaned as he fell to the bed beside her, breathing hard and fast. His manhood was shiny with her juices and he could see specks of cum all over it.

She was spread-eagled on the bed, one of her legs was on top of his, her breasts rising and falling with the rapid breathes she was taking. She just hoped that these back-to-back orgasms she had been experiencing since she came to Lagos was not going to have a negative effect on her. It was not possible to get a stroke from intense penising right? Or get a heart attack from a powerful orgasm? Because all these things were too good for them not to have side effects.

When her hands stopped feeling like rubber, she turned in the bed and placed her head on Ken’s chest, same way she had done after fucking Femi. And just like him, Ken put his hands around her and held her close.

Neither of them said much, they were just focusing on getting their strength back. They had done over five solid rounds of sex over the course of the night. And shit like that sucked a whole lot of energy from a body. They needed to rest before anything else.

She got really comfortable in the crook of his elbow, her head on his chest with her breasts pressed against him while his fingers gently stroked her back. It was just such a cozy position.

She was listening to his even breathing for a while, enjoying the way it sounded. It was even making her feel a little sleepy. It was later, when he said nothing else that she realized he was actually asleep. He had slept off few minutes after he had released inside her. What a sport.

But then, she could not blame him, could she? He had really tried. He had made sure she got the premium treatment and he did not disappoint. He deserved the rest.

And as she continued listening to his even breathing, she did not even know when she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She had no idea for how long she had slept, but she knew it was for more than a few hours. When she opened her eyes, Ken was still fast asleep and they were no longer in each other’s arms, although she leg had been folded over his stomach while one of his hand had found its way to her chest.

She let out a deep breath, feeling raw in her throat. She looked to the stool and saw the remaining of the whiskey she had not finished. She was tempted to drink the rest, but that did not seem like a good idea at the moment. What she needed was water. Her phone was beside the glass cup but she ignored it.

She gently eased herself off the bed, the lighting in the room was dim, and so she could still make her way through the room easily.

She walked to the chair and picked up the robe she had dumped on it earlier, and then wrapped up her naked body in it. Everything about Ken and his house was just state of the art. This was definitely one hundred percent cashmere material, just like the bed sheets were one hundred percent silk. She knew this because it was the kind she used in her home back in Owerri as well.

She had never known the material could be so romantic. The way it brushed against the skin so softly, was even arousing all on its own. She would have to buy a cashmere robe once she returned home as well. It was lit.

After belting it, she walked barefoot out of the guestroom and into the passage, where she found the fridge. She opened it and she a cold blast of chilled air hit her in the face. Full blast.

She let out a deep sigh, she had not been expecting it to be so cold. The fridge was filled with bottles of water, fruit juice, red wine and what have you. She also saw two huge foils wrapping up something that she highly suspected would be either chicken or turkey. Or both.

But she only pulled out a bottle of water and closed the fridge back. It was cold against her touch, but she did not mind. She opened it up and began to drink. Taking it slowly because it was just too cold and hurt her teeth.

She walked away from the fridge and back into the living room. It was exactly as they had left it earlier on. Everything was in the same place they had been. But then, what had she been expecting, who would have moved them while she had been busy fucking Ken’s brains out.

The living room was shrouded in silence, here the lights were dimmed as well, and the only sound that could be heard was the drone of the air conditioner. This gave the place a homey feel, coupled with the blue light that just seemed to make it all the better.

This was a comfortable home indeed, Ken definitely knew what he wanted and was not hesitant about spending money to get it. Even though it was a whole lot of money. But from the look of things, he did not mind in the least.

She just stood around in the living room, looking around. She could see picture frames pinned to the wall, somehow they had skipped her notice ever since she had stepped foot into the house. She took another deep gulp of water as she stepped towards the closest one.

She could see it was a wedding photo, framed and pinned to the wall. She could also make out Ken and his wife. But because the light was dim, she could not really make out her features. Maybe that would be something she would do in the morning, because she was not really interested enough to go and turn up the lights.

She finished up the water in the bottle, replaced the cap and placed the empty bottle on the center table. Then, feeling refreshed, she turned and walked back through the passage, past the fridge and into the guestroom once more.

Ken was still fast asleep. As she saw him she remembered the stories she had heard, of hookers who fucked their clients to stupor and then robbed them while they slept. With the way this man was sleeping, she could have easily made away with his stuff, load them into his car and drive off into the sunrise. But then, this was an estate, getting past the security might be an issue.

Thankfully, she was not a hooker. And she was definitely not here to steal.

She took off the robe and placed it on the chair again, then made her way naked back to the bed. As she sat down, she saw the glass cup once more. She took it and finished what was left of the whiskey in one gulp.

She let out a grunt as the spirit burnt its way down her throat and into her belly, heating up everything the cold water had chilled up.

“Good…” she nodded as she eased her way back into the bed. She turned towards Ken and watched him sleep. His eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling evenly. He looked so handsome and innocent in sleep, no one could guess he was such a good lay. And such a cheat.

Just like her.

She looked down his body and saw his manhood, it was soft and also asleep on his stomach.

She had to admit it, this man had impressed her beyond measure. He had unlocked something she had never known she had and shown her a new way to make love. The only embarrassing bit to it was that he had fucked her until she passed out. For him it would be a source of pride but for her it would most probably been the opposite. But then, what could she have done? It was something she had never felt before, and her brain had not been prepared for something of that magnitude. How the hell was she supposed to take it?

The man was good, and so far, she was enjoying fucking him. She enjoyed having him in her mouth and in her honeypot. And she would continue taking him in until she had to return to the hotel.

Thinking of all these, she began to feel strings of arousal stir within her. Her honeypot began to dampen as she hungered for his member once more.

She reached out and took hold of his manhood, causing him to shift and mutter in his sleep. His manhood was dead and soft in her hand, but she was going to change that.

She moved downward and gently took it into her mouth. Seeing as it was soft, it was easy to stuff it all in at once. When she pulled it out, she jerked it off. In seconds, he became semi-hard. He shifted again in his sleep, muttering intelligible words, but he did not wake up. And she did not stop.

She jerked him off some more and sucked him until he was rock hard. This time, when she deepthroated him, his eyes flew open.

One of the best views in life is to wake up and see your manhood in a woman’s mouth. It sent something to his brain and his entire body was charged for sex immediately.

“Fuck…” he muttered as she continued sucking him. Using her hands to jerk him off and fondle his balls, while she also used her tongue to lick the entire length of his shaft and also suck hard on his cap. He grabbed hold of her head, guiding her gently as she bobbed over him, taking in his manhood slowly as she drove him insane.

With everything she was doing to him, there was nothing much he could do to prevent his early release. He felt his cum on its way, his body tightened and his breathing became faster. The moment Adaeze noticed it, she pulled her head away from his manhood and let go of it at once.

“What the fuck?” He asked as he sat up and stared at her, “I had almost cum…”

She smiled wryly at him and then got on her knees as she straddled him. She pushed him back down with one hand and then guided his manhood into her honeypot with the other.

“Oh… fuck…” they both groaned at the same time as his member speared its way inside her and buried itself all the way inside her. She had impaled herself successfully on his pole.

He was already breathing hard as she began to go up and down on him, riding his shaft hard as she placed her hands on his chest for balance. He grabbed her by the behind, squeezing it hard as she continued riding, increasing her pace as she felt the pleasure tear through her.

His breasts were jiggling in his face and he reached out and grabbed one, squeezing it with everything he had as his manhood kept tearing deep into her.

She was crying and whimpering, enjoying everything that was happening to her. She pushed herself forward, pushing her ass out a bit as she kept on rising and falling on his manhood. This position ensured better entry and exit to mean an even more intense pleasure.

Ken let go of her boob and ass and grabbed her by the waist, then he began to move in tandem with her. Moving upward so he plowed her from underneath, they were meeting each other stroke for stroke, grunting and groaning as shards of pleasure ripped through them nonstop.

“Fuck!” Adaeze cried, unable to control what was happening any longer.

Ken swapped their positions, so that she was now underneath him. They were in a missionary position now and he was slamming hard into her. She wrapped her arms around him and her legs circled his waist as well, sucking him in as if she was a snake. As he continued doing her hard and fast, she was licking his ear and biting his neck while her fingers clawed at his bare back.

Their grunts and moans increased as their pace increased, she grabbed his behind and pushed him towards her as if she wanted to bury him inside her. With the way she was around him, there was nothing much he could do to resist.

This time around, their orgasm came at the same time. Neither of them had expected it, it had just happened. She had been jerking and trembling underneath him, while he too had been fucking her through it as his manhood spewed ropes after ropes of cum deep inside her.

Soon, when they were done, they remained in that position for a long time, breathing hard. She was enjoying the feel of his weight on top of her, but she did not complain when he finally reversed their position and placed her on top of him.

It was then that his manhood slipped out of her honeypot, still hard. She felt his cum spill out of her and soil the silk sheets. She felt refreshed.

“I have been releasing inside you since, are you on pills?” He asked her, his voice gruff from his heavy breathing.

“Yes, no need to fear babe.” She replied him.

They remained like that for a long time, entwined in each other’s arms and legs.

A very cozy position, indeed.