The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 341: Do it herself

Abrielle shuddered under his touch, he didn’t tease her much. His fingers dug deep inside his core, and her breath hitched.

She was just as he had remembered: warm, slick, and so tight. Her inside squeezed against his fingers as he moved. She could not handle the sensation, it felt like she would never get used to the way he made her feel.

His movements were languidly first, hitting all her spots as she arched and moaned sweetly for him. Her head fell back against his chest, and her entrance parted, giving him more permission to pleasure her and bring out her sweet moans. "Cedric," she whimpered between moans, her body arching under the intense sensation.

The more she moaned and called his name, the faster he thrust into her, leaving her breathless.

His chest reverberated, pleased that she was enjoying it despite how her moans increased the torture he felt in his member which was remotely reacting to her. "Breathe Abrielle," he whispered, sensing her breath was out of place. Only if it was so easy to do so.

There wasn’t any foreplay just his fingers and the water. She shivered, her body shaking in his hold. "I am close." She admitted. Her shoes curled, and a loud moan she didn’t bother holding back left her lips; she was so close.

Cedric suddenly stopped leaving her halfway; she fell from the high sensation crashing back on the ground. "Why did you stop?" She asked him, her body spinning so that she could glare at him. His gaze was dark with desire.

"I can’t waste your precious juices in this water." He admitted, his hand lifting her butt urging her to buckle her legs around his waist. His throbbing member was dangerously close to her weeping entrance.

He captured her lips with an aggressive kiss, one that instantly stole her breath; her lips effortlessly parted for him, letting his sly tongue explore her mouth.

A satisfied hum left his mouth. Cedric moved out of the water, so quickly she couldn’t comprehend it, her mind being consumed by his kiss.

Her back was laid against the rocky, his lips finally parting with hers, trailing down kisses from her chin, down to her collar, then in between her peeks. Her nipples were erect and begging for his touch, just like every other part of her body ignored it.

She was getting consumed by his lips, her finger entangled in his dark locks. "Oh God," she whimpered, her grip tightened in his hair; he was moving slowly, too slow, to her weeping core. It felt like bliss yet torturous.

Cedric trailed his kiss down her stomach, across her waist, and then to her shaved flower. He could smell her arousal and wetness that had covered her thighs completely.

His breath fanned against her entrance and she shuddered, trying to find her breath. "I am no God Aby but the devil wrecking you. Call out my name, I only want you to moan out my name."

His tone was possessive something warm bloomed in her, her gaze going blurry. His breath was still fanning where she needed him the most. "Yes," she nodded, her chest rapidly rising and falling.

As soon as she agreed, her back arched, his fingers intruding on her wet insides, and then his mouth lapped her. "Yes, faster..Ce.. drive", she cried, moaning, her hand gripping his hair while the other scratched his back.

He used both his fingers and tongue to drive her crazy, stroking, pinching and nibbling her most sensitive parts. Playing with pleasure and pain as he usually does.

Her release that was so close didn’t take too long to come pouring out right into his mouth. "You taste like heaven." He moaned against her insides, his tongue still working wonders as he licked her clean.

She lay breathless on the ground, basking in the afterglow. Cedric gazed up, enjoying the sight of his work, her chest kept on rising rapidly and her eyes were hazy

Her hair was spiralling all over the floor, his member twitching badly at her sight. She was ready for him but he could not go further. Her body was still fragile. He cupped her bosom in his palm, fondling and teasing her nipples, watching her lips part as she moaned for his touch.

"Mmm," her fingers scratched the ground, and with her legs parting wide, she wanted more.

He captured the other nipple, in his mouth. A scream left her lips In pure ecstasy as he bit it, then his tongue rolled over it to ease the pain.

Her flower was Getting wet again quickly, the warm fuzziness in her stomach increasing. The more aroused she grew, the harder it was for him to toy with her body.

Cedric groaned moving away, her nipples crying for the warmth of his mouth. "I can’t Abrielle. You are still recovering." A curse left his lips as he stated.

Her eyes went wide, she abruptly sat up. Her entrance was wide for his exclusive view. Her body wanted him badly in her, there was this control he had over her that was maddening. "But I need you; if you don’t, I will do it myself." She begged.

"I want to be insured you so badly." He admitted, then drew in a breath. "I don’t think I will be able to control myself once I feel your inside. I will consume you like a starving beast and it will hurt you more."

She understood his predicament, her eyes going to his hard length that was throbbing for her. A gasp left her lips her insides clenching with need. Why does every part of this man have to be so beautiful?

Her gaze on his member only made the need worse, he saw how slowly she licked her lips. Her desire was as strong as his.

She laid back on the floor, her eyes locked with his. "Will you be able to watch me do it myself?" She asked, her finger reaching for her wet entrance. His throat went dry, his eyes on her slick folds as he inserted her fingers

A harsh sigh left her lips, her actions were clumsy. Her touch didn’t feel like his but it was nice to see the torment in his eyes as he watched her try to pleasure herself. "I want your member stroking me like this Cedric. Just imagine how warm I feel." She could barely say while enjoying her touch.