Chapter 9

Wrong deal

ARI'S POV

Recent happenings in my life begin to flash in my mind. I got a promotion at work at the beginning of the year. I got married to one of the best men in the world just about two months ago. My beautiful daughter is home with her stepfather and I'm here in New York city attending one of the most prestigious professional conferences in the history of Anderson international. All was going very fine so why on earth did the devil have to show up in the form of my college boyfriend and the deadbeat father of my daughter? and that isn't even the worst part yet. Right now, I am ridiculously sitting on his lap as he squeezes my breasts.

'Let me fuck you just this once Ari and I promise I'll leave you and your daughter alone.' he had said and I was weighing my chances.

Andrew is an arrogant bastard. He would truly go the length of demanding for custody of Lima. What if he was eventually granted custody?

I shuddered at the thought because I can't ever trust Andrew with my precious daughter.

'What do you say Ari?' Andrew growls and I feel his rod-like dick prodding my butt.

I sigh breathily, very close to tears.

' You promise never ever to come close to my daughter and me?'

Andrew nods impatiently and I whisper an inaudible yes, praying that Marco would forgive me.

'I didn't hear you' Andrew says and I can hear the smirk in his voice. Of course, he heard me.

' I said yes!'

'Good girl'

I was as if with that 'yes', I had given Andrew the permission to let loose the devil in him and tear me apart.

His hands go straight to my neck as he pushes me and I land on the bed. He places his full, lush lips on mine and thrusts his tongue into my mouth as he begins to peel off my coffee stained clothing very impatiently. He stops kissing me for a while to yank the bra I'm wearing away and tear my lace panties off. (Thank God it wasn't the new one Marco bought me) Without warning, Andrew plunges two fingers straight into my cunt and I scream in pleasure.

Something whispers at the back of my mind that this is totally wrong but I refuse to think about it. After all, I'm doing this for my daughter’s safety.

I struggle to keep my voice down as Andrew twirls his fingers inside me, making me ache for me. He squeezes my breast with his free and climbs upwards with his full weight to suck on the other nipple. His sharp bites send a tingly pain- pleasure feeling down my cunt.

‘You sweet bitch,’ Andrew says between bites of my nipples ‘you think you can run away from me?’

‘ohh, baby, ohh…’ My moans get louder as Andrew drags me on but as soon as I'm at the very edge, he withdraws his hands.

I whimper and whisper his name, silently pleading with my eyes for him to plunge into me.

‘Wait for it baby’ He says but doesn't unfree the dick I can still feel poking from his trousers.

Again he slides his hand in my dripping cunt and begins stroking and working my tight, slick pussy. I begin to thrash under him, my eyes closing in passionate bliss.

 I pant Andrew… Andrew before my eyelids flutter close.

Soon I am writhing and rolling my hips as he slides his fingers deeper, deeper in. Soon my body tenses and then I jerk in sweet release.

‘You love the way I finger fuck your sweet little cunt, don't you’

I barely nod and I feel him roll of me and begin to peel off his clothing.

Before I can say Jack, Andrew’s solid hands are ony neck, choking me so tight with barely a chance to breathe properly. 

He thumps his naked body on me and the sight of his broad hairy chest sends warm liquid running down south again.

He thumps on me violently, muttering about how he was going to fuck me till I cried his name. His dirty words only increased my lust and I manage to hold his head down and place his lips on mine.

He immediately released a hand from my neck and kissed me back like a hungry man. Thrusting his tongue and swirling in mine so violently that my own passions are fueled too.

‘Oh fuck me Andrew, I want your sweet dick now’

‘Not yet, my bitch, you'll have to lubricate it first’

 I wondered if he was kidding or if ge actually expected me to have a lubricant.

Hell, I came for a conference and not an orgy date. Besides, I'm happily married with…

 

I hear the sound of fabric tearing and Andrew ties a long strip of my own expensive, classy shirt (how dare he) over my eyes, rolling it over till I can't make out the light of day. I'm not used to this.

‘Err, what are you doing, Andrew?’

‘Shut up!’ he barks and I jerk at the sound of his primal raw voice. I wince as he delivers a hot slap to my ass cheecks. ‘Shut the fuck up bitch’

 I feel his knees on either side and me and I do not have to wonder for long because I now feel something wet and hard poking my lips, Andrew's dick! And from the size of the tip I was feeling as I tilted my eyes from side to side and tried to dodge it, it was quite something!

Andrew strikes my lips with a palm and orders me to open up. I hated sucking dicks. It disgusted me somewhat. Although I love my pussy begin licked clean and eaten, I dislike being the one to give a blow-job. I remember one time Marco had tried to prode his into my mouth and I told him off, he looked quite disappointed but I didn't care. But thinking of this sex hungry bastard, I'm quite sure I wouldn't have the same luck. But there's no harm in trying. ..

I move my head away sharply and begin to complain..

‘Andrew, no. Please I'll do any other thing except this. No, look..

I don't even get a chance to conclude as he interrupts in his deep voice

‘Don’t you fucking tell me no!’ 

He tries to force his dick into my mouth again but I press my lips together and deny him entrance.

His vicious hand is on my neck in an instant and another slap lands on my cheek.

‘Suck my dick, bitch!’