DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 160

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Ethan

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The neon sign outside the small storefront flickered softly-Madame Elara: Tarot, Visions & Destiny-and I stood there for almost five minutes, briefcase heavy in my sweaty palm, heart hammering like I’d just run a marathon. I’d noticed it only this morning on my way back from the office. The place looked new; the paint was still fresh, the curtains deep crimson. No one I knew had mentioned her before. Maybe that’s why I finally pushed the door open. Stupid, really. But after another lonely weekend spent jerking off to videos I was too embarrassed to admit I watched, the question wouldn’t leave me alone: Would I ever have a girlfriend?

The inside smelled like incense and something sweeter, warmer. Candles flickered on shelves lined with crystals and old books. In the center of the room sat a round table draped in black velvet, and on it rested a large crystal sphere that caught the low light like trapped moonlight.

She rose from her chair when I entered.

Madame Elara was nothing like I expected. She was tall, with smooth dark skin that seemed to glow under the candlelight, full lips painted deep red, and curves that made my throat go dry. Her black blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the soft swell of her generous cleavage, and the long skirt hugged her wide hips. She looked like she belonged in a dream I’d never dare speak out loud.

“Welcome,” she said, voice low and smoky. “First time?”

I nodded quickly, eyes fixed on the floor. “Y-yes… I, um… I wanted to ask something.”

She gestured to the chair opposite her. I sat, clutching my briefcase on my lap like a shield. My palms were damp. I could barely get the words out.

“Will I… ever have a girlfriend?”

Elara tilted her head, studying me for a long moment before she placed her hands on either side of the crystal sphere. Her nails were long and painted black. After a few seconds, she looked up, a small smile playing on her lips.

“You might,” she said softly. “But only if you up your game.”

I blinked. “What… what do you mean?”

She leaned forward slightly, and her cleavage deepened. I felt heat rush to my face and quickly looked down at my shoes.

“You won’t be able to keep a girlfriend because you don’t even know how to fuck one properly,” she said, calm and direct. “You don’t know how to make a pussy wet. How to touch her until she’s dripping and trembling before you even slide inside. You’re too shy, too unsure. Girls can smell that.”

Her words hit me like a slap. My face burned. She was right. God, she was so right. Every failed attempt, every awkward date that went nowhere, every night I came alone while imagining things I’d never done. Embarrassment choked me. I fumbled in my pocket, pulled out a thick bundle of cash, almost everything I had withdrawn today, and dropped it on the table.

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“I… I’m sorry for wasting your time,” I mumbled, standing up so fast my chair scraped loudly. I turned toward the door, briefcase gripped so tight my knuckles hurt.

“Wait.”

Her voice stopped me.

“I’ll help you, Ethan.”

I froze, back still to her. “How do you know my name?”

She laughed softly. “I see more than you think. And for being my very first customer… I’ll do more than read your future. I’ll teach you how to fuck a girl right. I’ll teach you how to make her cry and beg you never to stop. How to have her swallowing every inch while she looks up at you like you’re her god.”

I swallowed hard, throat dry. My cock twitched traitorously in my pants.

“Really?” I whispered, still facing the door, too ashamed to turn around.

“Yeah. But first…” Her heels clicked as she walked closer. “Your eyes on me.”

I stayed frozen.

“A man who can’t even look a beautiful woman in the eyes won’t be able to keep one… let alone fuck her right.”

I felt her stop right behind me. Her perfume wrapped around me like silk. Slowly, I turned. My gaze lifted, and the moment it landed on her face, it dropped again—straight to the deep valley between her breasts. I couldn’t help it. She was stunning. Too stunning.

Elara smiled, amused. Then her fingers slid under my chin, firm and warm, tilting my face up until our eyes locked.

“Look at me,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. Her thumb brushed my lower lip. “Good boy. That’s where we start.”

Her thumb lingered on my lower lip, soft and commanding at the same time. I couldn’t look away now even if I wanted to. Her eyes were dark, intense, framed by long lashes. Up close, she smelled like vanilla and something spicier-cinnamon maybe. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it.

“Good,” she murmured. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? A woman wants to feel seen, Ethan. Desired. If you keep staring at the floor like a scared boy, she’ll never get wet for you.”

I swallowed, cheeks burning. My briefcase was still clutched in one hand like a lifeline. She noticed and gently pried it from my fingers, setting it aside. Then she took my other hand and led me back to the chair. I sat down obediently, legs feeling weak.

Elara didn’t return to her seat. Instead, she stood between my spread knees, towering over me in the most intoxicating way. The soft lighting made the curve of her breasts even more pronounced. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible.

“Eyes up here,” she said, tapping my chin again. “But it’s okay to look at my body too. Just don’t hide it. Let

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I forced myself to hold her gaze for a few seconds before my eyes drifted down again-this time intentionally. The way her blouse stretched across her chest, the hint of lace beneath… My cock was already half-hard and twitching against my slacks. I shifted uncomfortably.

She smiled, slow and knowing. “There we go. That’s better.” One of her hands came up to rest lightly on my shoulder, her fingers tracing small circles. “Now, tell me what you see when you look at me.”

“I… um…” My voice cracked. I cleared my throat. “You’re… really beautiful. Your… your breasts look… soft. And your hips…. I keep thinking about how they’d feel in my hands.”

The words felt filthy coming out of my mouth, but Elara’s eyes darkened with approval.

“Good boy,” she purred. “Honest. That’s important. Most shy boys lie and say, ‘You look nice,’ while their cocks are begging for more. Never lie to a woman’s body.”

She leaned down slowly, bringing her cleavage closer to my face. I could see the smooth, warm valley between her breasts, rising and falling with each breath. My mouth went dry.

“Touch me,” she said softly. “Over my clothes first. Just my waist and hips. Show me how you’d hold a girl you want to please.”

My hands trembled as I lifted them. I placed them lightly on her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric. She was so soft, so full. I slid my hands down to her hips, gripping gently, then a little firmer when she didn’t pull away.

“Better,” she whispered. “But don’t be afraid to squeeze. Let her feel that you want her. That you’re claiming her curves.” She placed her hand over mine and guided me, pressing my fingers deeper into the flesh of her hip. “Like this. Good.”

A small sound escaped my throat-half moan, half embarrassed whimper. I was fully hard now, my erection straining obviously against my pants. She noticed, of course.

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