SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID 18+

Bryce stared down at the temptress sitting down in front of him. He had warned her to quit staring but she had refused to. Should he kiss her? Maybe have a taste to get his brain working again. Would she let him? This was a battle between himself and his over raging hormones. God, what sort of punishment is this?

You brought in a hot lady from your church and placed her in my household. You already know that I’m addicted to sin. Is this your way of telling refraining or encouraging me to continue? Bryce thought to himself as she looked down at her puckered lips that was in a frightened pout.

They looked so inviting. This woman had turned him into a patient battling with insanity. He hasn’t had a decent sleep in ages and the worst part of everything was that he hasn’t screwed anyone ever since she made that open declaration of being friends.

He needed it so badly but how could he do it when it wasn’t going to be with her. Call him crazy but he wanted her. He needed her. God the blood in his veins are were going haywire just thinking about it.

“Bryce…” Hera called out slowly. Her boss had been staring at her for ages now and she was starting to get uncomfortable. She didn’t know if it was in a good way or bad way but whatever it was, all she could say was that she was getting more uncomfortable by the minute.

“Talk to me.” Came his reply. He hasn’t moved an inch and for the life in him, he doesn’t plan to do such a preposterous thing. He liked it here. He liked being close to her. He would give anything to stay right where he is now and not move on to anywhere else.

“You’re… still not dressed up yet” She muttered, her eyes looking everywhere but his face. She was trying to avoid his gaze. He knew the effect he had on her and it made him proud to know that no one else can make her feel so shy like the way he did.

Bryce held her chin and brought her face to meet his “Don’t try to look away from me Cara. I love it when you look at me.”

Hot!

Hera was slowly beginning to feel the heat pull up inside her. Was it what he said or how he said it? She couldn’t tell but all she knew was that something was definitely going wrong inside of her but she couldn’t differentiate if it was right or wrong. What is this ache that was suddenly brewing inside of her?

Hera played with the package in her hands nervously as she tried to maintain and match his piercing gaze.

“I’m not trying to l-look away.” She stuttered. “I just want you to get dressed so that we can eat the donuts.” She rambled, the words came out faster than intended.

Bryce smiled at her innocence. How was he developing a hard on whereas all she could think of was eating donuts? If he had the opportunity to choose, he’d rather eat her as food for dinner and breakfast instead of the fucking damn donuts.

“Don’t you want to know what I’d like to eat instead?”

Hera swallowed. Why was he suddenly speaking in parables? He was the one who had insisted that they ate the donuts together. Why on earth would he ask her something like this? Why was she always in a tight spot when it came to him.

“Are you no longer hungry for the donuts?” She counters his question. Her eyes pinned on his in ardent confusion.

He shook his head negatively “I don’t think I am anymore Cara.”

“What would you like to eat then? Tell me and I’ll make something for you.” She glanced at the clock in his bedroom “It’s quite late so you’ll have to wait a while for it to get ready but I’m sure I can manage.” She made to stand up but he pushed himself closer so that she sat back down on the bed.

“What makes you think that I’m hungry for food?”

The question came as a surprise to her. Hadn’t he just told her that he was hungry? Why was he making his words difficult and complicated for her to understand?

“Because you just said that you were Bryce. What else could you be hungry for If it’s not food?” She whined in complaint.

“You.” Came his swift reply. “I’m hungry for you Hera.” He repeated when she didn’t say anything.

Hera froze. This wasn’t exactly what she had in mind when she had asked that question. How could he be hungry for her? Is it even possible for someone to get hungry for another person? She was merely trying to get used to this feeling that always resurfaced whenever she was with him and now this? The look on his face wasn’t helping matters either.

She knew that look, she recognized it. It was the one he always had whenever he kissed her. Hera did a silent prayer within herself. She cannot be drawn to this. It always felt so good that it made her scared.

“Bryce I don’t think-” Before she could finish that statement, he pushed his face to her neck and lapped his tongue over her collar bone. She shivered, moaning softly.

He lapped that spot again and again making it thoroughly wet before placing open mouthed kisses on that sensitive spot. Then he placed his nose right there and inhaled very deeply.

Hera’s eyes fluttered close. Her breathing had skyrocketed and she had been thrown into a frenzy by her desires.

“You smell like lavender. I’m slowly beginning to like this scent. It’s unique and belongs to only you.” He whispered In a hoarse voice.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

He was too close. Hera knew at the back of her head that this was too wrong but she’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that it felt right too.

Bryce pulled away from her. He had come to a realization that he cannot hurt her. He won’t hurt her. She trusted him so much and he wasn’t going to break that trust. If he must do this, then it had to be consensual. She had to agree to it as well.

Instead, he kissed her for a moment and broke it. Their foreheads joined together.

“Hera?” He groaned, a sound of stark need. She hummed against his lips.

“Let’s eat the donuts.” He whispered against her lips and quickly snatched his face away from hers and made for his closet.

No, he cannot loose it. He’ll hang on to that last thread of sanity no matter what it’ll cost him.