Just like what Christopher promised, he had his fill of me for the next few hours. By the time he was done with me, there wasn’t a spot on my body he hasn’t tasted.
He came into me like an insatiable beast over and over again. He did not kiss me again, although at the climax he would kiss me coarsely on my neck.
“You’re mine, Yvonne.”
“Yes, I’m yours…” I muttered subconsciously.
At the end of the day, Christopher still came back to his senses and stopped after a few rounds. It was his dad’s birthday party, after all, and we could not be spotted missing for too long a time. He carried me to the bathroom and helped me wash up.
I lay against him frailly as I let him showered me with warm water. “Shit. My makeup! And my hair too! I can’t go out like this.”
“Don’t worry, I already have everything prepared,” he said, opening the wardrobe and taking out a hairdryer and some makeup.
“Did you plan this?” I stared at him.
“Of course not!” he said in all seriousness. “I was just preparing for an emergency. After all, there’s no telling what a man will do when he sees his beloved.”
“I knew it!” I kicked at him, but he grabbed my leg and placed a kiss on my foot.
“Ew, that’s dirty.” I tried pulling my leg back, but he was not letting go. “No, it’s not. I love it.”
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