Rosita's Affair 2

Eugene was taken aback by the unanticipated response, and oddly enough, that was the assurance and motivation he needed to make him know he was doing exactly what she liked and wanted, and he was willing, ready, and wanted to do more for her as long as it made her happy, satisfied, and fulfilled by his awkward sexual fantasy.

"How much do you want me?" 

Eugene has been reading a whole lot of the New York best-selling romantic and erotic stories, and he has been seeing a whole lot of romantic series; hence, he knew just when, where, and how to communicate with his partner in the bedroom and during copulation.

These lines We're just an extract from one of the many he has read.

"I want you so much, and I really do need you very much as well," she replied in a melancholic timbre. 

Eugene felt oddly confident. 

He felt relaxed.

 He felt wanted, and as expected, he really did feel needed. 

Needed by the woman whom he had always looked up to as a role model since the duration of many years that she had been his lecturer and had also tremendously helped in transforming his life in all aspects with her teachings.

 Mentally, emotionally, psychologically, physically, and of course, financially.

Eugene would always think that since he's not rich, he wouldn't be wanted, needed, and desired by any lady of his choice.

Rosita, on the other hand, was among the top wealthy female lecturers in the vicinity, and nobody, absolutely nobody, could take it away from her that she wasn't industrious.

 Rosita Newman was a responsible woman.

 A hardworking lady, the type who would and will always dedicate her time, attention, energy, and resources to her work, school projects, and academic research.

Rosita wasn't lazy. 

She was hardworking, and she had made a promise to herself and to the universe that she was going to submit herself to any man that she would fall in love with, and meeting Eugene a few days ago made the dreams and aspirations a reality. Despite the age differences, which she had tried to overlook, the thought of falling in love with someone who was more than five years younger than she was.

She had met him as an impoverished lady, and she had taken her time to transform him into what he is today without breaking the bank.

Eugene had always nursed a weird fantasy of sex, and tonight, he was going to put into practice all that he had in mind to do. 

Eugene had the belief that anything worth doing ought to be worth doing well. 

He had always had the sexual fantasy since he was a younger man, void of any iniquity, sexual knowledge, and orientation.

 He had always wished and wanted to explore a lady in a manner which he had tagged illicit.

Eugene was the man who, if he was financially buoyant, would always go for what he wanted and do whatever it was that he wanted to do without thinking about others. Yes, he was selfish in a not-too-good way, or rather, he was selfish in a godly way.

Eugene would make sure that he put himself first before coming out to satisfy anyone or anything, but on meeting Rosita, the reverse became the case, as he could and would never rest if she wasn't satisfied with whatever it is that she wanted. He wanted by all means to drive home his point that he was only younger in age and not with experience.

Eugene, despite his lover being older, was ready, always ready to go all out of his way for her. Go all out of his routine to express himself to her and to make her satisfied, fulfilled, and happy.

Eugene once again proceeded with his game of seduction.

This time he had removed his tongue from her. His fingers were now inside of her. 

She was already moist, dripping with inviting liquids and ready to be devoured, but just like a typical Euguene had read in his books of seduction, he was busy taking his time on her and with her. 

His first finger went in first.

She was throbbing. 

Writing in pleasure as her body movement suggested that she was in a painful type of pleasure. 

His second finger went in, then his third and fourth; he kept on thrusting into her vagina until he was sure of having a good opening and the type that would satisfy him and do it so well.

He then resumed his ass-licking, this time with so much care and starting from her already moist pussy, which had an inviting earthy scent. 

The aura was intriguing and inviting. 

Eugene knew he had a point to prove to her so as to make her believe in his sexual prowess and abilities.

"Are you good at sucking dick?" He had asked impromptu. Interrupting the potential sexual season, which was destined to be very intense and fun-filled.

She made an irritating face. 

"I have never done that before," she frowned childishly.

"The shit scares me to the marrow. Dick sucks; it irks me too when I see them in some adult movies or have my girlfriends talk about it while they are around me," she scoffed. 

Eugene didn't say a word. 

He only smirked and went back to what he was doing.

 He had bent over and continued with what he was doing before he got himself interrupted by what he had thought were both insensitive and unnecessary, or rather unimportant, questions.

He told her to turn over once again, which she did without any reluctance or time wasting.

 He really loved it that she was being submissive to his sexual orders. 

Rosita, on her part, loved it that she was getting the benefits of being the woman of such a high-profile student like Eugene. Away from all these, he was the most brilliant student in the school.

This time he went to her feet, providing enough saliva in his mouth and pouring it on her toes, and then, like a dog thirsty for water, he started licking on her toes, smiling and grinning as he did so, not minding what her reaction would be.

Her reaction showed that she was satisfied with whatever he was doing to her. 

He started licking from her toes and journeying with his tongue from there to her upper legs and to her thigh, where he had stopped. 

Not abruptly but slowly, smiling and showing off his teeth.

"Hope you are enjoying it?" 

He lifted up his face, looking at her and smiling. 

This time she didn't nod her head in affirmative action; she had vocally expressed her satisfaction. 

He paused when he got to her thighs, and once again he started to sniff them. 

Rosita couldn't tell if she should scream or shout or moan out loudly or even do all of the aforementioned. 

When Eugene took his mouth back into her opening, she had clasped to the bedsheets so tightly. 

The texture had felt so calm, comforting, and pleasant on her skin. 

She was indeed enjoying every bit of his touch. 

She was indeed enjoying every feel of his tongue. 

She was indeed enjoying every inch of his body on her.

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