1. Reclaimed


    Date: 9/15/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: Fuckingwet, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    a glass of champagne and good conversation, that's all I want,” he pleaded. She could feel herself melting as she heard his rough, scratchy voice. Just one night of talking, why not? After tonight, she would never see him again. “Okay, let me grab the champagne.” Kassandra went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, grabbing a Bollinger La Grande Année Brut Rose. She had a feeling he'd like it; it made you feel warm and brand new, while wrapping itself around your tummy, burning you. It was like him; addictive. Lucius slowly went behind her, seeing her perky ass shaking slightly as she reached for the bottle of champagne. She was probably excited for him to try it. Too bad he was excited for something else. Without her knowledge Lucius moved closer, and as he felt her stiffen, he laughed. Kassandra could feel Lucius's erection touching her ass, and she quickly stood up, trying to turn around. Unfortunately, Lucius put his hand on her stomach, stopping her. “What are you doing?” she asked, his hands traveling up and cupping her breasts through her shirt. He squeezed them softly, knowing how much she loved it when he did that, and he felt her instinctively push back. “Don't you mean, what are we doing?” he whispered in her ear, nibbling it a little. She tried to get out of his hold, but he didn't let her. “Don't act like you don't want this,” he said angrily With sudden force, he grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him, smashing his lips on hers and opening them ...
    with gusto. He breathed her in, missing this, missing... her . She tasted the same, like soda and toothpaste. His tongue fought with hers, intertwining in each other's saliva. He could feel her knees weakening and he stopped, turning her around and picking her up. He saw the fire in her eyes. She wanted this. “Why did you leave me?” He asked angrily, grabbing her shirt and ripping it apart, the buttons flying across the floor. She didn't answer, and it pissed him off even more. He needed to know. He looked at her small breasts, somewhat droopy, but beautifully shaped. Her nipples were like raisins, brown and succulent. Her fiancé probably saw this, probably touched her like he was. He wanted to get rid of him, disinfect her. He grabbed a nipple in his mouth, feeling her back arch, and he twisted his tongue around it, drinking at it as if she had milk to feed him with. Kassandra didn't know what to do; guilt pounded in her as she thought of what she was doing to Alec, but seeing him again brought that other side of her out. The side she was trying to change. The selfish side, the woman who forgot who she was the minute she looked at him. Desire was shooting through her as he trailed down her stomach, going to the place she desperately wanted him to. “No!” she pleaded in desperation, but he cocked his head at Kassandra and quietly took off her underwear. “No?” he repeated, “but you're already so wet.” Juices were already flowing out of her, and he plunged his fingers into her ...
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