Rosita's Affair 13

Prior to his tongue coming to her, she was ordered by Eugene to stay by the side and start fingering herself as furiously as she could.

 “This is actually one of your punishments for messing with my head,” he had commanded her the moment she came back into the house and after they had exchanged pleasantries and talked for a while.

“Wouldn't you at least check out this cloth I had gotten you and at least eat your fruits?” She had managed to demand, innocently, numb to the atrocities Eugene had planned for her.

 He has been pacing up and down the whole house prior to her arrival.

“Where the hell have you been, Rosita?”

 She could see the rage in his eyes even though he had tried to hide it.

“You need to calm down, Eugene, please, and let me just explain –

“I don't need any fucking explanation from you, Rosita! I don't need any damn fucking explanation for you just disappearing on me AWOL and showing back up unannounced as well without any explanation, and you want me to listen to your bullshit. Your cock and bull already framed up shit?” 

He was trying so hard to conceal his anger, but Rosita knew how vexed he was already, and his feelings were valid. Very much valid, and there was nothing she could do about it. Absolutely nothing else; she'd complicate things more than they already were.

He was pacing up and down the bedroom, trying so hard not to say anything which was on his mind. 

Rosita sat still, not knowing what to do other than to be at his mercy.

“Get up,” he ordered. 

She did so hesitantly without any reluctance or restraint, like minding their age differences. 

“Get your ass down on that bed.”

 She did.

“Start touching yourself.” 

She did. 

He was watching her. 

She knew there was no way she could feign tiredness because she was actually tired from the exhaustion from Jude, and there was no way she would show it.

She has been touching herself, and when it looked like her orgasm was building up. Eugene had made sure she was feeling tense and fulfilled from the self-stimulation.

 “Come here.” 

She then stood up and returned to her initial position. Sitting on the face of Eugene while he eats her, taking his time to devour her from underneath, and Rosita, in turn, returns the goodness from the edge of the bed.

 Doing what she knew best to do in her already dripping pussy by touching the part that his tongue couldn't get to.

It felt so good and soothing.

 Eugene desperately wanted to show her how he could punish a stubborn, disobedient lady, so he pulled her closer, more closer, and up on the bed, laying her down on her back.

 She already knew that she was going to return the kind gestures when he requested it. For a while, Eugene stopped eating her; he was now fingering her.

“You like it?” He didn't look up when he asked.

 She moaned in between breaths.

“It feels so good, Eugene. Incredibly good,” she confessed.

 Eugene loved that she loved it. 

He has done so many things on her body in the past seventy-two hours, and she had seemed to love them all. 

She had gotten her pussy busy in the past seventy-two hours, and it still felt like nothing was happening.

Rosita wasn't a sex maniac, but if either Eugene or Jude was planning on turning her into one, she would definitely not mind. 

She only wished the former did, and in just a few hours of not seeing him, she couldn’t help but miss him a whole lot, and it was really hard to say that she hadn't been thinking about him the whole time she was with Eugene.

She then rolled her arse up in the air and knelt under her back so she could support him in this position, so she could look down on his gaping pussy, and she could watch him eating her out.

 Eugene thought her pussy was bigger than what he saw in pornography scenes; the folds of flesh were a lot longer than he had thought they were the first time and almost like frilly lace. 

His fingers disappeared into slick skin as he slid them down to her cunt, then back up to her clit, which wasn't just big but a definite hard nub of flesh.

She knew what she was doing wasn't right. Having had a mind-blowing sexual session filled with multiple orgasms earlier with Jude and now here, getting her pussy licked up again by Eugene, but there was nothing she could do.

 It didn't feel alright, but then, she wasn't going to be caught. 

She wouldn't allow herself to be caught.

Eugene leaned over, curling his spine, putting his mouth to her openness, pushing his tongue into her cunt hole, feeling around as deep as he could push it in, dabbing it in and out, tasting her juices.

 Her irresistible juice. 

She had taken her time to wash up before coming out of Jude’s apartment so there wouldn't be any trace of his cum around her or his scent in her pussy.

‘Pleeease, baby, make me cum; it’s been a long time. I don’t know if I can do it. Pleeease help me!’ 

She gasped at him, tears in her eyes.

Everything to her was indeed anything to erase any form of suspicion. 

She knew Eugene was going to ask her questions. 

Questions about her movements. 

Questions about her whereabouts, leaving and coming back like nothing happened and, worst of all, coming back with some gifts for him.

She was anticipating the time he would, and just as she had guessed, the time was now. 

At the wrong time

 “Where have you been, Rosita?”

He has brought out his mouth from her body.

 She could see her creamy juices coating all over his mouth. 

He slowly licked them off, bringing out his tongue and running it over his lips and the corners of his mouth where it could get it. 

This in turn made her wetter.

“I have been trying so hard to get myself distracted by putting myself in the act, but then my mind has been endlessly troubled, still troubled And only I, knowing the honest truth about your whereabouts, can make me mentally satisfied now.” 

He paused for a while, like he wanted to study the room before saying anything else.

 He only sniffed, then continued.

“Did you go to visit any man?” 

The question was the least she had expected. Her already dripping pussy was now dry as she swallowed bits and bits of saliva.

“That wasn't a rhetorical question, Ro-si-ta,” he reminded her. 

She has been silent for an unhealthy long time. 

She was just being calculative about what her response to his question would be.

“ I know it wasn't a rhetorical question, Eugene. So kindly allow me to take my time and think of my response.

“Take your time to think of how you'd respond to me? Pardon?” 

She knew Eugene was trying so hard to conceal his anger and keep himself completely composed.

 “Yes,” she replied boldly and confidently. 

Eugene couldn't believe his eyes as he kept on staring at her, without saying a word or, rather, without finding the right words to express himself with.

“Listen, Eugene.”

 She cleared her throat, pulling herself closer to him and rubbing her hands on his hair.

“I know so well that you don't know. If you're to believe me or not, but I don't ever want you to think I left this house a couple of hours ago to go meet another man; please restrain yourself from thinking that because it's not true.” 

She paused. 

Searching through his eyes with hers.

“I-I love you, Eugene, and I am never going to let anyone or anything come between us, and I just need you to believe me, please.

” “I - I- I know you may have your own conclusions about me. Seeing how influential I am, at least, and everything you may think, but that doesn't mean I don't respect what we both share. I really do respect that, and I respect you a whole lot more.

“Where did you go when you left me here?”

 Eugene had cut in, obviously not interested in whatever gibberish she was saying.

She inhaled and exhaled deeply, shaking her head sideways.

 “Okay, fine. You want to know where I went?

“Mmmm”

“I fucking went to a board meeting, Eugene. You were here when I was called, and I had to excuse myself! Enough of you acting all insecure and unkind towards me!”