Tasting
Chapter 230

230–My Pussy And His Hungry Eyes

Nora:

I was staring at the text and gulping nonstop. Part of me wanted to tell him to go back to sleep, but another part was curious to know how he treats a woman in bed.

I closed my eyes tightly, and then, without thinking, I stood up from the bed and reached the door. I was wearing a silk top without a bra and silk booty shorts. It was a bad combination, especially since my. breasts looked like two round balls under the silk top. The straps were tiny daisy flowers in a line. Just imagining him taking them off sent shivers down my spine.

Yet it didn’t stop me from opening the door for him. I was so hungry for him that I swirled the doorknob and opened the door to his hungry eyes. He was leaning against the door frame, a smirk on his lips and his glasses almost falling down his nose. His head was down, but his eyes. were raised, watching me over his glasses.

His muscular arms were folded over his chest, conveying the nonchalance of his body language.

“I knew you would open the door,” he commented with a smirk while I quickly looked behind him to check on Cain.

“He was tired, passed out in your bed,” he shrugged but didn’t step into

the room.

“What do you want?” I asked again, even though he had told me what he wanted in the text conversation.

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His eyes traveled to my cleavage and then boldly to my breasts, making me hug my chest and frown at him. I was acting like I didn’t want him to look at them. If I didn’t want it, I wouldn’t have opened the door.

“You don’t know what I want? I told you, I want to see your pussy,” he shamelessly said the word again, causing my body to flinch right before his eyes.

It made his smirk wider and a strange shine pass through his eyes.

“Why? I am not a museum exhibit that you want to see me,” I tried hard to sound confident, but I was failing.

“Let me decide what you are,” he unfolded his arms, and my body shuddered. I jumped in front of him as if I was certain he would grope me and start touching me.

“I am not that scary,” he whispered, finally stepping into the room. But I blocked his path and clicked my tongue.

“Not here,” I uttered, and he frowned in confusion.

“What?” he asked, bringing his ear closer to my mouth.

“I said, not here,” I repeated shyly, still unable to raise my voice.

“Then where? Tell me,” he insisted, and I cleared my throat.

“I don’t know. And I don’t know what you are talking about,” I felt like a fool trying to pretend I wasn’t involved in the desires of lust.

“Ah! No, of course, you don’t know. I am the one who knows what he wants,” he didn’t shy away from taking the blame.

His eyes remained on my face for a while before he nodded his head at

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something.

“Come with me,” he raised two fingers but then left only the middle one up, gesturing for me to follow him with his middle finger.

My legs squeezed shut at the insinuation. He said he only wanted to look, so!

I followed him like a fool. I hated this about my body. It got so heated. just by hearing him talk dirty to me that now I was walking behind

him.

“Where are we going?” I murmured softly when he held my hand and took me into the elevator.

“To somewhere you are comfortable,” his tone never shifted. The confidence in his voice was blunt.

“Have you done this kind of stuff with other girls too?” I just had to ask him. I remember when we first met, I thought he was a shy type, but the way he was acting and talking without any filter made me wonder what he truly was.

He didn’t answer me, and we landed on the ground floor. He then took me to the road without saying a word. After a few minutes of walking, he turned around just to check up on me.

“Your cheeks are red. Now, I’m not sure if it’s from the cold or–but don’t expect me to give you my hoodie. I would rather have you naked.” I closed my eyes for a moment before turning my face to the

other side.

Why the fuck was he saying these types of things?

After a while, he stood in front of his black car parked next to the

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woods. The weather was getting worse. The wind was heavy, causing my body to turn stiff. Not to mention, I was barely covered.

He opened the car door to the backseat and stepped inside, eyeing me to get into the car. I was now facing a hard decision. I had a feeling that if I stepped inside, I would end up in a very bad entanglement with him as well. And if I went back home, I might save myself another heartbreak. My eyes traveled to him, and I noticed how sexy he looked even without taking off his clothes.

I could no longer hold it in me. Then, I made the decision and slid into the car. He remained outside for a few seconds before he joined me and shut the door behind us.

“Spread your legs,” as expected, he chose to be nonchalant.

When I didn’t oblige out of shyness, he placed his cold hands on my thighs and pushed them apart.

“Hm! What is that, you naughty girl?” I didn’t know what he was talking about until he touched my private spot and said, “You are already wet?”

I instantly shut my legs and turned my face to the side while he chuckled to himself. After another few seconds, I found his hands under my body, holding my shorts and pulling them down my thighs in one fell swoop.

“Ah!” a yelp left my lips when I found my shorts in his hands and my lower body fully bared with a top that couldn’t even reach my belly button.