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Chapter 129
ASHANTI’S POV.
Apart from the fact I feel terribly shy right now to be seated naked before him with my legs. spread open, I am aroused.
Terribly aroused.
My entire crotch is throbbing and every time I close my eyes, I imagine how he goes down on his knees in front of me. Touches my pussy. Kiss it. Licks it. If he would at least make me cum.
He must have noticed how wet I am. How unbelievably horny! Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.
My hand has a mind of its own and slides over my folds. I can feel the heat. The moisture. My pussy yearns for satisfaction. And since he doesn’t want to give it, then I have to find another way. I slowly begin to rub my finger over my clitoris in a slow rhythm with my gaze glued to his face. He swallows hard as he adjusts himself on the sofa. That’s a sign that he’s trying to keep still. He wants to come over and do all the things I mentioned up there, but only the goddess knows what keeps stopping him. I feel the moisture with satisfaction as it covers first my pointer finger and then my middle finger. This is the first time I’m touching myself and it feels really good.
“Am I doing well?” I ask with my most seductive tone. His Adam’s apple bubbles up and down as he swallows saliva.
“You surprise me everyday, Ashanti.” His hoarse voice tells me. It’s thick with lust and desire.
My fingers dive deeper into my desire. I can feel how my legs get weak and how my knees move the faster and harder I rub against my crack. I pull my knees up and open my legs far enough to get
access to my pussy. My fingers move faster and faster over my clitoris until one of them finally slides into my throbbing hole.
“Mmm,” I throw my head back and moan, while I give into my passion.
It feels so good, so damn right. I can feel the heat spread from my middle and take over my stomach, my mbers and my entire body. Small flames appear to dance over my skin while I push my L faster and deeper into my little opening and bite my lips with desire. I know that I am playing with fire, but I can’t stop it anymore. There is only one way to stop the fire. And the only thing I have to do is keep rubbing my pussy. It tingles so wonderfully, so intense. I can feel the relief coming.
But I don’t have any luck in extinguishing the fire that has spread in my crotch.
“Stop.” He commands. I obey, I stop rubbing my clit and take my fingers away from my pussy. It’s still wet and hot and throbbing, but the relief that was about to burst within me a while ago is gone, like a puff of smoke.
I shoot him a frown.
This is the second time he’s deprived me of an orgasm.
“Why did you make me stop?” I don’t hide my annoyance. I’m still frowning as I look at him and anger brews in my veins when he flashes me a smirk. He rises to his feet and approaches
the sofa I’m seated on.
“I enjoyed the show, love. You did better than I thought you would, but while I watched your touch yourself, pleasure yourself, I felt jealous. Very jealous.
“Jealous?” I chuckle. “Of what?”
“Of whom?”
“of whom?” My bores furrow.
“You.” He kneels before just like I had imagined a while ago..
“That’s ridiculous. Why would you be jealous of me touching myself?”
“Because you give yourself this much pleasure. I want to be the only one to do that.”
“What are you…” My words are cut short when he pins both hands on my thighs and pushes them apart. My heart beat skyrockets when his heated gaze falls on my bright, pink, throbbing pussy.
“You’re as wet as a fish. You’re ready to receive anything I have to give you right now.” My pounding heart is crashing within my ribcage as I watch him study my pussy like it was something interesting. “It must taste like heaven.” His gaze meets mine. I let out a ragged breath and swallow dryly. “A while ago you looked so confident. What’s that nervous look I see in your eyes right now.”