Sex And Fantasies

You're Mine

ENTRY 13.4 *** Sipping on her cup of vodka LaMelo, Pussy tried to get drawn by the sweet music of the high-end bar near her condo. It’s been three days since she left her work. And Daniela kept on convincing her to get back, but she had already made up her mind. There’s no hell way that she will get back to Lucifer. She let out a smirk as she tossed the last shot from her glass. She got down from the stool and held on to the edge of the countertop when she felt her world slightly spin around. ‘Geez, did I drink that much?’ she pondered. Daniela is out of town, so she had no choice but to get along by herself. She badly needed a distraction. Lucifer’s kisses keep on bothering her since she left, and she has no idea why. Maybe it’s the fact that she made Lucifer Foster like a woman or kissed a woman. The fact that Lucifer hated women, it’s an achievement for her that she made him kiss her. But what the fuck with that? She can kiss any man she wants, but why is she thinking of Lucifer? That goddamn jerky boss. She made her way to the restroom and let out a soft chuckle when she slightly bumped into someone she didn’t dare to look at. “Sorry,” it’s all she muttered. Fuck! She cursed inside her mind. What did the bartender give her, making her feel like this? It was just vodka with some juices and a leaf—whatsoever they call it, and he mixes it. But what’s its effect? It was just a glass of it. About 120 ml, if she’s not mistaken. “Damn!” she cursed again and held her head as she swayed, walking towards the restroom. She pushed the door opened and was about to close it when there was a force that came from the door, stopping it. She frowned and didn’t bother to look at it. Then she walked towards the mirror. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Maybe water will sober her up. She opened the faucet and was about to place her hands below when she saw a hand that closed it. She frowned and lifted her head, and turned to her left. Her forehead creased when she saw Lucifer. She let out a soft chuckle. “Fuck! Even his presence is haunting me. Why can’t that devil stop bothering me?” she asked as she opened the faucet again, but it had been turned closed by Lucifer. “You’re drunk,” said Lucifer. “Damn, even his voice is haunting me,” Pussy uttered, trying to ignore Lucifer’s real presence. Luci pressed the bridge of his nose to calm himself. “Let’s go. I’ll send you home,” he said and was about to hold her arm when Pussy wiggled and glared at him. “What the hell are you doing here?” “I’m following my fiancé,” he replied, making Pussy’s eyes widen, and her chest slightly tighten. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Lucifer smiled at her. “Nope. So, let’s go,” he said, and in a swift move, he took advantage of Pussy’s shocked state. On their way home, Pussy screamed, making Lucifer pull over. “What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?!” Pussy mimicked, “Are you fucking kidding—” she didn’t finish her words when Lucifer claimed her lips. Lucifer trailed his hands down, reached for her seatbelt’s lock, and released it. He pulled her closer to him—making her sit on his lap without breaking the kiss. At this moment, Pussy sobered up. Her eyes close as she savors their kisses. Damn, she admits, she likes it, and she wanted more. She encircled her arms into his nape as Lucifer deepened the kiss. Lucifer’s hand started to roam at her back, and suddenly, it reached the strap of her dress and pulled it down. His lips went into Pussy’s jaw down to the left part of her neck. Pussy looked up to give him better access. At this moment, she could just make him stop and step out of his car, but she didn’t. She will not

gonna lie. Her body wants him. His touches and kisses made her shudder and moan in anticipation. Lucifers push the button at the side of the driver’s seat, making its backrest move. His hand went into her right breast and kneaded it. Pussy bit her lower lip to prevent herself from moaning. She could feel the warmth from his palm between the thin fabric of her dress. She didn’t wear a bra, and it was easy for Lucifer to pull down her dress, flaunting her huge breasts. “Fuck!” Lucifer cursed when he saw Pussy’s perfect boobies. He didn’t think twice and claimed her left nipple and started to suck it. Pussy could feel his hardness, trying to peek out of his pants. In a swift move, Lucifer held her waist and exchanged their positions. Their gazes met, and Lucifer smiled at her. “You’re mine,” he whispered, making Pussy bit her lower lip.