Chapter 39: Unwelcomed Encounter (2)

Richard wasted no time in dragging Amelie out to the parking lot, his long strides eating up the distance between the museum entrance and his sleek, black luxury car. The cool air hit Amelie's flushed cheeks as he pulled her out into the open, the sound of her heels clicking rapidly on the asphalt as she stumbled after him, trying in vain to keep up with his hurried pace.

Before she could utter a word of protest, Richard had reached his car and wrenched open the door, revealing the plush, leather interior. In one swift, forceful motion, he spun Amelie around and shoved her back against the buttery soft leather of the passenger seat, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs with a sharp, startled gasp.

"Richard, arrête!" Amelie cried, her voice a mix of shock and reluctant arousal as she braced her hands against his chest, trying desperately to push him away. But he was far too strong, his muscular frame unyielding as he loomed over her, pinning her back against the seat with the weight of his body.

Richard paid no heed to her feeble protests, his mind consumed with a single-minded desire to claim her, to mark her as his own. He lowered his head, his chiseled features blurring before Amelie's widening eyes as he captured her lips in a brutal, demanding kiss. His mouth was hot and insistent against hers, his tongue forcing its way past her lips to plunder the sweet recesses of her mouth with a hunger that stole her breath away.

Amelie whimpered, her fingers curling into the crisp fabric of Richard's shirt as she tried in vain to push him away, but he was relentless in his assault. His hands roamed over her curves, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her hips as he ground his pelvis against hers, letting her feel the hard, insistent length of his arousal through the confines of his tailored slacks.

Richard's hands roamed Amelie's curves with a bold, possessive hunger, his fingers sinking into the soft, supple fabric of her dress. One hand slid up the high slit that ran along her thigh, pushing the material aside to expose the lacy edge of her panties. Amelie gasped, her hips squirming beneath him as she felt the cool air on her heated skin.

"Richard," she whimpered, her voice breathless and strained as she tried to push his hand away, but he was too focused on his mission. He hooked his fingers under the delicate lace, his knuckles brushing against her most sensitive flesh as he began to tug her panties down, inch by tortuous inch.

Amelie's breath hitched, her chest heaving against the confines of her dress as she felt the flimsy barrier of her underwear sliding down her thighs. "Non, je t'en prie," she begged, her voice a desperate, keening cry as she tried to clamp her legs together, to stop him from exposing her most intimate place. But Richard was relentless, his strength easily overpowering her feeble attempts to resist.

With a low, guttural groan, he ripped her panties down her legs, the delicate lace tearing like tissue paper in his grasp. Amelie cried out, her voice muffled against his mouth as he swallowed her protests, his tongue delving deep to claim every inch of her. She could feel the cool air on her bare, glistening folds, the slick heat of her arousal coating his fingers as he pushed them inside her with a single, forceful thrust.

"Putain, tu es si mouillée," Richard growled, his voice a low, rough murmur against her lips as he felt the wet, silky walls of her pussy clenching around his invading fingers. He pumped them in and out of her, his thumb circling and rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex, teasing her mercilessly as he fingered her with a brutal, demanding rhythm.

Richard broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to Amelie's neck where he began to suck and bite at the delicate skin, marking her as his own. Amelie threw her head back, her chest heaving and her back arching off the leather seat as he curled his fingers inside her, stroking that special spot deep within her that made her see stars.

"Ahhhnnn! Mon dieu, Richard!" Amelie cried out, her voice a wanton moan as her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and painful ecstasy. Her brows furrowed, her eyes squeezing shut as she clenched her teeth, trying desperately to hold back the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume her. "S'il te plaît, arrête!" she begged, her tone a desperate, breathless plea. "It's too much, I can't..." she tried to say, but her words dissolved into another sharp, keening cry as Richard's fingers pumped mercilessly inside her, curling and stroking her most sensitive spots with a brutal, demanding rhythm.

Richard paid no heed to her pleas, his eyes dark and wild with lust as he watched her face, relishing the way her expression twisted in bliss with each vicious curl of his fingers. "That's it, chérie," he growled, his voice a low, encouraging rumble as he felt her slick walls fluttering and clenching around him, her body betraying her arousal despite her feeble protests. "Let me hear you moan for me. Let me hear how much you love having your pretty little pussy played with like this."

Amelie's hips bucked and writhed beneath Richard's touch, her slick arousal coating his fingers and dripping down onto the leather seat. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, the coil of heat in her belly winding tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers. She desperately tried to form the words to tell him about Julien, to warn him that she had a boyfriend now, but all that came out were garbled, incoherent moans and cries of ecstasy.

"Je... je..." Amelie gasped, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. "J'ai... j'ai un... un petit ami," she tried to say, but the confession dissolved into a sharp, piercing scream as Richard's fingers found that perfect spot inside her, stroking it with a ruthless, unrelenting pressure that sent her hurtling over the edge. "AHHHHHNNNNN!" Amelie screamed, her voice a raw, primal sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching and spasming wildly around Richard's plunging fingers, gushing and flooding his hand with her sweet nectar as the intense waves of her climax ripped through her trembling body. "RICHARD!" she screamed, the name tearing from her throat in a moment of unguarded passion, before she could stop herself. Her eyes flew open wide in shock at her own revelation, staring up at Richard with a look of horrified realization as the last tremors of her orgasm shuddered through her. "Non, non, non!" she whimpered, shaking her head frantically as she tried to push his hand away, her face flushed with shame and guilt. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I can't do this, Richard. Please, stop!" she begged, her voice a desperate, broken plea as the harsh reality of her infidelity began to sink in, filling her with a deep, aching sense of dread and self-loathing.

Richard slowly withdrew his fingers from Amelie's quivering, dripping pussy, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he brought them up to his mouth. He licked her essence from his digits, his tongue swirling around each one with a look of blatant, unabashed appreciation. "Mmmm, you're as delicious as ever, chérie," he purred, his voice a low, sensual murmur as he savored the taste of her arousal on his tongue. "I could eat this sweet little cunt for hours and never get enough of it."

Amelie shuddered, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. She could feel the sticky evidence of her betrayal cooling on her thighs, the shame of her actions weighing heavily on her conscience. "Je... I have a boyfriend now, Richard," she managed to say, her voice a strained, guilty whisper as she averted her gaze from his, unable to meet his eyes. "I can't... I can't let you have my body like this anymore. It's not right," she finished, her tone a mix of regret and a hint of lingering reluctance.

Richard barked out a harsh, incredulous laugh, a look of amused disbelief flashing across his handsome features. "Boyfriend?" he scoffed, his tone a low, mocking rumble as he leaned in closer, crowding into Amelie's personal space with a look of blatant, unabashed skepticism. "You mean those blind dates you go on? Those boring, dull men who fucked you and then never call you back?" he taunted, his voice a low, jeering murmur as he reached out to cup Amelie's chin, forcing her to meet his amused gaze. "C'mon, Amelie. We both know you're too much woman for men like that. Too passionate, too sexy, too... insatiable," he purred, his thumb brushing over her lower lip in a teasing, provocative gesture.

Richard leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against Amelie's flushed cheek as he invaded her personal space, his chiseled features set in a look of arrogant, smug amusement. Without warning, he pushed his thumb past her soft, plump lips, the rough pad of his finger pressing against her tongue as he began to explore the wet, silky cavern of her mouth with a bold, possessive hunger.

"Mmmm, even your mouth is so hot and wet," Richard growled, his voice a low, approving rumble as he pushed his thumb deeper, prodding and stroking along the smooth, slick walls of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, her tongue, as if mapping out every inch of her oral landscape. "No wonder those blind dates couldn't satisfy you. They probably didn't know the first thing about pleasuring a woman like you, did they?" he taunted, his tone a low, mocking murmur as he watched Amelie's eyes widen and then flutter shut in reluctant arousal, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red at his crude words.

Amelie tried to pull away, to turn her head to the side and break the intimate contact, but Richard was relentless. He grasped her chin more firmly, his long fingers sinking into the delicate flesh as he held her in place, forcing her to endure his lewd exploration. "Non, Richard, s'il te plaît," she whimpered around his invading thumb, her words a garbled, muffled protest as she felt the thick digit pushing deeper, bumping against the back of her throat and making her gag slightly. "I can't do this, I'm sorry," she tried to say, but the apology dissolved into a choked, strangled moan as Richard began to pump his thumb in and out of her mouth, fucking her face with a brutal, demanding rhythm that made her eyes water and her stomach churn.