Chapter 4 4

SANDRO answered Venice's phone call. Before he could enter the house he first looked at Demie who's talking to Alastair. Just by watching her, Sandro could feel his c*ck twitching. He needs to get his load out. So he made his way to his room, still talking to Venice.

"Sandro? Why are you panting? Are you okay?" Venice said on the other line, worried. Sandro fastens his pace to reach his room quickly, he can't wait to open his fly and get his hard meat out.

"I'm fine, Venice. Merry Christmas again, I need to hang up now. Goodbye," Sandro ended the call after he reached his room. He tossed his phone on the side table and quickly took off his sweaters and pants, leaving him naked. Sandro can't stand the heat within.

Sandro laid on his bed, close his eyes. His mind quickly wandered to Demie. With her round breasts, Sandro wants to touch and squeeze those and bring its nips on his mouth. Just by the thought of it, made Sandro groan.

He slowly stroke his c*ck that is now glistening to its pre-c*m. He can imagine Demie kneeling for him, begging to suck his d*ck.

"Oh yes, sweetheart... suck it," Sandro groaned, slowly stroking his hard c*ck. He's in that position when he heard the door open. And there he saw the woman he's fantasizing about, shocked.

Her mouth fell open as her eyes trailed on his body, stopped on his huge c*ck. And that just fueled the desire of Sandro, his hand continues stroking up and down. While watching Demie rooted on the floor, who's now gulping out of thirst.

"Demie..." Sandro called but sounds like a groan. Demie's eyes landed on his, and she's feeling even more hot, seeing him licking his lips.

"Come here, sweetheart," Sandro called out again, still his hand doing wonders. But Demie couldn't even take a step, her knees might give in if she will.

Sandro briefly stopped and made his way to Demie. He couldn't take it anymore. He wants to take this woman and mark her as his.

He shut the door behind Demie. Then he trapped the slightly drunk woman, towering her with his naked body. He can smell her sweet scent that makes him even more insane. He can't wait to taste this sweet cherry. This night will not be over, without him- f*cking her sweet little p*ssy.

"Sweetheart, why are you so quiet?" Sandro asked, caressing her cheek with his right hand. And Demie can remember that Sandro used this hand while stroking his c*ck. Demie involuntarily closed her eyes and sniff, wanting to get a smell of his aroused c*ck. She then licks her lips that caught Sandro's breath. This lady is really a test of patience for him.

Sandro's thumb trailed on Demie's lower lip where she licks it. He then closed it to his mouth, sucking her sweet saliva.

"Hmm, I'm right. Your sweet scent is not just a perfume, I wonder if your lips down there taste the same?" Demie's breath became ragged so as Sandro. She has an idea of what he's talking about. And that just made her lips down there, wet. But... This is not what she planned for. This is a mistake.

"S-sandro... I- I need to go. T-this is a mistake," Demie used all her forced to say those words. One more move from him would make all her plans to waste. And she doesn't want to ruin his relationship. She has in mind that he has a girlfriend.

"A mistake? Hell, if this is a mistake then let's make this right, sweetheart. I want you. You are mine. You belong to me and no one else," and Demie couldn't even construct a word and Sandro took that as a yes. Without a doubt, he lifts Demie on the floor who's still having a second thought.

But as soon as her back landed on the soft mattress, her mind just focuses on the naked man above her. His hand travels from her inner thigh to her ankle and quickly takes her heels off.

"I can't wait to bury my face between your thighs and taste you," Sandro remarked, slowly trailing his left hand on Demie's exposed thigh. Sandro's hand remained just below her pelvis, and the warmth of his hand made Demie's p*ssy even damper.

"S-sandro..." his name is just the word Demie can utter. She can't think straight. Sandro is doing things that drive her crazy. The only thing on her mind right now is to taste those lips of him, and she did. She's a virgin, but her lips are not.

Sandro was taken aback but a second is enough for him to respond. Demie slowly kisses him, she then grazed her tongue between his lips. And slowly slipped her tongue on his mouth, which made Sandro groaned. His c*ck is even harder than before. His left hand is now inside her skirt, playing with the hem of her underwear. While the other hand is caressing Demie's hips inside her blouse, back and forth.

Sandro pulls Demie's blouse off, breaking their hot kiss. They're both panting while looking into each other's eyes. Sandro's left hand never left the inside of her skirt and is now crawling inside her underwear that made Demie lick her lips.

"You're wet. Your p*ssy is wet for me, sweetheart," Demie moaned, closed her eyes. Sandro's fingers spread her juices, back and forth. Then his finger found her swollen cl*t, he slowly moves his finger into a circular motion.

"You like that? Do you want it fast?" as much as Sandro wants to enter her p*ssy now, he wants her to feel good first.

"S-sandro..." she whispered, her mind is on haywire. His fingers feel so good.

"Hmm? You want it fast? I'll take that as a yes," Demie's eyes rolled back as Sandro's fingers are crazily pushed harder on her cl*t.

"Oh... yes... S-sandro..." Demie's hands clutched tightly on the mattress sheets as her body convulses to the zenith coming. And a minute passed, she came. Hard. But Sandro's not over yet.

With her half-closed eyes, Demie saw Sandro licking and sucking her sweet c*m off his fingers, intently staring at her. Even though she just came, she can't help but be wet even more by watching this view.

"Damn, sweetheart. I'm not mistaken, you are really really sweet. Hmmm," Sandro's mind is clouded with how her sweet juices taste in his mouth. But, he can't take it any longer. He wants to plunge his hard c*ck inside her, now.

"My c*ck will satisfy you more, sweetheart," and just as Sandro said that he quickly takes Demie's skirt off together with her underwear, which made Demie's eyes grow big. 'Is this it? Is this really going to happen?' she thought.

Sandro can't take it anymore. The foreplay will be happening next, his c*m is seeping out of his d*ck. He needs to bury his d*ck on her little p*ssy right now. He traced his hard c*ck on Demie's wet entrance. Juices flowing out, just after she came.

"F*ck... Your p*ssy looks so tight. I will f*ck this real hard, now," Sandro without knowing that she's still a virgin, he thrust his c*ck straight up. That made Demie moan in pain. Sandro suddenly stopped on his track. He's surprised and happy at the same time. He's not sorry. That just proved to him that this girl is his, fated to be his.

"Y-you're a virgin..." Sandro stated, feeling the tightness of her virgin p*ssy inside. Demie just nods and tear a little that made Sandro soft. That's what he's sorry for. It hurts her.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. It will be hurt a little, but I assure you that it'll be gone any minute now," Sandro hushed Demie, wiping her tear with his hand. Sandro then decided that he will take her gently, for now. The next time will be rough for her.

"J-just continue..." Demie's signal, just what Sandro's waiting. He kissed her forehead, before kissing her lips and moved slowly. Demie's moan couldn't get out, as Sandro played her mouth with his tongue.

Sandro's hands reach Demie's breasts, that's still covered with her bra. That won't stop him, without breaking the kiss and thrusting slowly to her tight p*ssy. He just moved her bra up, exposing her round breasts. He played with her nips and the other, groping it slowly.

Demie's feeling better, his d*ck is thrusting in and out of her p*ssy. His tongue playing on hers, his hands on her breasts that made her feel good.

And minutes passed, the pain she felt on her p*ssy vanished a little. She broke away with their kiss, they stare into each other's eyes. Just feeling the moment.

"Are you feeling good now?" Sandro asked between thrusting in her insides. His hands are now on her hips.

"Y-yes... Oh..." Demie's moan made Sandro thrust hard that just made Demie moan even louder. Sandro is nearing his c*m, her tightness is driving him nuts. The way her insides wrapped around his d*ck is making him want to c*m soon.

"Fuck it, sweetheart. You're making me crazy, ah..." Sandro can't control it anymore. He started to plunge hard and fast, making Demie crazy. She's moaning so loud now. The sound of their genitals, slapping together is heard through the room. It can't escape outside, soundproof.

"Oh... Sandro... I'm c*mming..." Demie's hips is in the air, being pulled by Sandro to meet his thrusts. Who is now gritting his teeth, expelling so much force.

"Yeah, sweetheart, I will bury my seeds inside your womb. You are mine. Oh, f*ck..." Sandro's movements were, even more, faster and harder, making Demie c*m first.

"Oh, S-sandro! I'm c*mming... Ah..." Demie's eyes rolled back out of pleasure. And Sandro came after her, releasing his hot seeds inside her.

"Oh... F*ck, sweetheart..." Sandro said between panting, as he rests his head on Demie's chest. Sandro can't help but smile. This woman will not escape him. He already marked her. He claimed her.

Sandro looked up, just to see Demie sleeping out of the exhaust. He even smiled widely. He pulled out his c*ck from her p*ssy, and he smirked seeing some of his seed flowing out of her entrance.

"Oh dear, you're mine now," Sandro said as he stared at her with so much desire and adore.

And this night happened because of Demie's mistake. A mistake that will just bring two souls into one. That no one can tear it apart.