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THE WOMAN HE COULDN'T HAVE

"Whoa! That was unexpected...can you handle it?" He had his doubts about the woman wanting to pleasure his manhood just by her mouth. "I don't know but I want to be in control.." She snubbed him. Without warning, she grabbed the base of his length and guided the rest of it into her mouth. She took her tongue and traced from the base of his cock to the tip gently, drawing circles around the head over and over again. "Ahh...ahh...this is incredible. So much good." He could barely contain himself, with all types of moans and half spoken profanity came out of his mouth. ----- A fragile billionaire, Shark Griffins found himself in the arms of a sweet ailing woman. A death warrant was waiting for her and she hadn't yet finished her bucket list. Yara needed someone to watch over her and Shark, a hopeless romantic hunk guy knew how to make every moment in her terminal phase count. However, someone was laid on the graveyard at her expense, someone Shark knew for his entire life. The truth was bound to come out, would he forgive himself? What will happen when Yara's body starts to give way, would he be too late? Oops! Mature content. Please read under the duvet. MUCH LOVE BOOK 2 THE WOMAN HE TAMED TO LOVE

Pinky_Julie · Urban
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70 Chs

Stay still baby

Shark grabbed her arm as soon as they alighted in front of a tall building. She marveled as Shark pushed inside the lift.

"Where is this place?" Yara asked out of curiosity.

"Too many questions will ruin my surprise for you." He pinched her cheeks lightly and she blushed making him chuckle hard.

"What?" Yara asked irritatingly.

"I still have an effect on you, you just blushed hard." He gawked into her eyes and she looked away.

"See, you can't even make an eye contact." He teased her.

"There's always something in your bewitching eyes and I can't tell what it is." She made an effort to gauge into his eyes as deep as she could. Shark nudged closer to her, heaving as he looked again into her eyes to ask for permission before he could kiss her. Yara's lips quivered as he brushed his nose against hers leaning in and capturing her hot lips in his. His lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly allowing his tongue to slip inside. Their tongues tangled and went to war in their locked mouths, battling for dominance.

"Mmmmm." Shark groaned as devoured her lips not wanting to let go of her. Yara's eyes were half closed, enjoying his domineering aura. Their bodies pressed together against the lift wall, breathing heavily as their lips pressed together. Yara could taste their shared breath, feel the thud of their combined heartbeat as they fumbled whether to take off one another's clothes. Warmth blossomed in her chest, sparks igniting as Shark intertwined and interleaved his skillful tongue with hers. The smell of her perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of her conditioner, was dizzying him.

Abruptly the lift opened startling them. They walked out laughing as two elderly people walked in.

DING 10TH FLOOR

"Fuck! I'm super hard." Shark touched his manhood that had perked up on his trousers. He turned around and faced the wall as he adjusted his belt. Yara laughed at him and he cast a stern look at her.

"I'll fuck you against the wall if you don't stop making fun of me...it's your fault." He complained.

"Now it's my fault?"

"For denying me my right for almost two weeks damnit!" Shark pretended to get angry.

"I don't give a damn...go fuck yourself." Yara walked out on him chuckling hard.

"Hey!" Shark caught up with her. "I hear music coming from the other side...what are you up to?"

"Let's go find out." He smirked tagging along with her.

In a spacious dancing floor, couples swayed their bodies from right to left, pressed together and dancing provocatively to the rhythm of Despacito, a Spanish song loved by many.

"Whoa! That's dirty dancing....look at the two of them, he's spanking her ass." Yara exclaimed watching a certain who were displaying their intimate affection so openly.

"I'll do more than that, watch me." He took off his coat and loosened the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning the first three buttons of his blue shirt.

"I can't simply dance in a skirt?" She took a close look at all the females who wore revealing tights that accentuated their butts and hips.

"You can dance with your undies so I can spank you like that sill boy over there." Shark teased her.

"Oh boy, you wouldn't want another man staring...that's so silly!" Yara acted so cheeky in front of him.

"I dare you." He muttered smiling fondly at her.

"Well, it won't be...a great deal if...." Yara fiddled her fingers around the zipper of her skirt.

"What do you think you're doing? Come here." Shark suddenly swept her feet off the floor and carried her in his arms to the Ladies restrooms.

"Hey, put me down!" Yara wiggled like a worm in his arms and Shark placed her butts on the mirror countertop.

"This is the Ladies restroom, what if someone sees us getting all cosy?"

"Is that your last straw? Who cares? I'll fuck you right here..." He slipped one of his hands under her skirt, reaching for the lace of her underwear. His fingers hooked around the elastic waist of her underwear and she gasped.

"Sh-Shark...uhh! Please..." Her voice trailed off when she felt him pushing her legs apart.

"Stay still baby." He trailed his thumb over her pink lips silencing her.

"Shark," she whispered. "What are you doing?"

"I wanna feel you."

Her legs stayed apart as his hand went to the button of her jean skirt . He forced her skirt to unbutton and unzipped them.

She breathed heavier, faster. Her sex was getting hot for him as his fingers maneuvered their way underneath her jeans. They stayed outside her panties as he felt her heat against him. It made him groan with pleasure. He pressed against her, all four fingers firmly against the front of her panties.

Her face drifted away from his, her eyes closed, and her head leaned back against the mirror. That left him free to lick and kiss her neck and collarbone. The contact sent shivers down her spine. It awakened the primal need she had been wanting to hide since they broke up. She ran her hand up his jeans and felt his hard on through them. He was aching to be let out and have his way with her. Yara was surprised of her own raw yearning for him.

His fingers slid underneath her panties, he felt her wet slit. He opened up her lips and found her swelling, moist clit in between two of his fingers.

"Yes," he groaned. "That's what I want."

"And it's what I want, too." She mumbled as her mind began to race with thoughts of taking control of me, and soon enough those thoughts started to blur with another, moving too fast for her to think clearly. Her mind raced out of control and all she felt was the heat of passion that he gave her.

He moved his hand down, running two fingers in between the lips of her slit. He was at the entrance, teasing her and she wanted his fingers to slip inside her. He pushed his hand up, pushing his fingers into her sex. She felt their tips inside her and immediately she felt the muscles in her pelvis starting to tighten. The walls of her sex squeezed around his fingers without her control. She wanted him so fucking bad. Right there, on top of that mirror countertop if they had to...she didn't care.

He pushed her fingers inside her.

"Fuck," she whispered.

"Yeah," he said. "Do you like it?"