Winning My Ex-Crush

Laird’s POV

“What?” Fenella exclaimed in disbelief.

“Why?” I asked, furrowing my brow.

“Do you think I’m a cheap whore you can fuck up with at any time?” Fenella whispered lowly.

I gazed at Fenella; her face flushed. Her cheekbones looked sharper than before after she had toned up. Her red, full lips tantalized me as she frowned disapprovingly at my idea of taking her back to the apartment.

Hell, how could I not be tempted by her? Even her clothes, the same as last night, only reminded me of the delicious parts of her body beneath them.

I missed her so much.

We had been apart for seven years, and I lost contact with her. Once I found out that Fenella had decided to leave Boston and go to New York, I almost followed her to New York. If it weren’t for my father opposing and threatening to make life difficult for my younger brother, still in high school, I might have been able to fuck Fenella every day now.

I had to win Fenella’s love back. I knew I had hurt her before, but I was certain that she still liked me.

I was sure that one of the fastest ways to make her like me again was to tempt her. Look, just the idea of going back to her apartment together made her face blush.

“I didn’t say you’re a cheap whore. I know you’ve become every man’s dream girl,” I whispered back.

“Well, then, you shouldn’t have easily invited me back to the apartment,” she said.

“Well, last night I could easily do it,” I shrugged.

“Last night was a mistake,” she sighed.

“I thought you were commenting that last night was amazing,” I teased with a smile.

“Yes, last night was amazing, and yes, I admit it was the best sex I’ve ever had in my adulthood,” she said softly, looking frustrated.

Upon hearing that confession, my blood boiled. I rose from my chair and stood right next to her. She looked puzzled as I trapped her in the chair, with one hand on the table and the other on the back of her chair. Then I leaned down low.

“Then don’t say it was a mistake. Last night was the best thing I’ve ever had in my adulthood,” I whispered in her ear in a low voice.

I gazed at Fenella’s now-reddening face. That’s when I knew she felt the same desire as me. Her beautiful face, with round breasts peeking beneath her low-cut top, drove me crazy. I didn’t want to hear rejection, and it seemed Fenella was tempted too.

My hand touched her chin and slowly moved her face so she could look at me completely. I had liked her forever. Now, she was in my grasp, and I would never let her go.

“Laird, we’re in a cafe. There are a lot of people here,” she said with a choked voice.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“That’s why we should move to a more secluded place. Unless you want to show them all how to satisfy a man,” I said, rubbing her soft lower lip. Lips that I knew would fit perfectly with my cock.

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Fenella’s lips still encircled my shaft, her tongue moving up and down, licking the sensitive spots at the tip of my cock. I gazed into Fenella’s eyes from above, and the sight was the best I had ever seen.

I moved my hips naturally, fucking her mouth. Fenella’s lips and tongue were very skilled at arousing me. My hands moved to Fenella’s lips, caressing them. As Fenella’s tongue circled my hardened shaft once again, I squirmed in pleasure, gasping for breath.

I grabbed her long, silky hair, then gently pushed her head deeper to suck my penis. As the tip of my penis felt like it reached the back of her throat, causing her to choke briefly, I groaned once more, filled with pleasure.

“Yes, Fen, just like that,” I pleaded with quick breaths.

I liked how Fenella indulged me like this. It was as if her actions were the highest form of devotion a woman could give to a man.

As I felt my erection grow harder and tighter, I knew I was close to climax. Despite knowing she was tired after working since early this morning, I didn’t want to be selfish. Therefore, I released myself from her, even though I was thoroughly enjoying it.

“Why, Laird?” she asked, her lips moist and her voice husky.

“Don’t you want to ride me on top?” I asked as my hand guided Fenella to rise.

I pulled her waist up to sit on my lap on the sofa. Yes, we couldn’t even hold it to walk further past Fenella’s leather sofa.

Fenella slowly spread her legs, straddling me. My hands immediately removed Fenella’s dress and bra. I was face-to-face with Fenella’s white, round breasts.

Without much thought, I immediately sucked one of her hard nipples while my other hand twirled the other nipple. Fenella moaned loudly, and I let her hands squeeze my unprotected, sensitive cock.

“Laird, a condom?” she asked hoarsely.

“As long as we’re in this position, we’ll be safe,” I reassured her in between the licking.

“In that case,” Fenella’s words were cut off as she finally allowed my penis to enter her tight pussy.

We groaned simultaneously, as I could feel our sex meeting without any barrier at all. It felt even more pleasurable. I could clearly feel the core of her pumping with quick pulses.

“Damn, Fenella. You’re so wet and tight. This feels so good,” I gasped on her supple breast.

“All because of you,” she confessed with the same heavy breath.

Our hips moved in unison. I pushed from below, while she pushed from above. The wet sound of our sex meeting echoed loudly throughout the room in a rhythmic pattern.

Gradually, the rhythm of the beats quickened as Fenella’s hips moved wildly on my lap. She fucked me senseless.

The girl moaned loudly as I resumed playing with her nipples with both my hands. It was as if I were watching the best erotic film because now I could see Fenella’s aroused expression. Her eyes closed while her brows furrowed. Fenella’s hands gripped both my shoulders for support, and I felt even more aroused by it.

Our hip movements became wilder and harder as we pushed against each other. My breath became quicker, just as Fenella moaned louder. Slowly, but surely, the accumulated pleasure increased rapidly after a few minutes in that position.

“I’m going to come!”

“Laird! Ah! Yes!”

Fenella’s final moan peaked, as did mine, finally reaching climax from the intense friction between my cock and her tight, wet pussy. Fenella kissed my lips, and I kissed hers, our tongues intertwining. We continued kissing until our orgasms subsided, and we came down from our peak of pleasure.

Fenella rested her head on my shoulder, and I stroked her sweaty back. She gasped for air on my shoulder while my lips sucked on the tip of Fenella’s ear.

“Can we shower together?” I asked, accompanied by a groan.