My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 33: One In A Lifetime Experience

(Arata)

(R-18 Content Ahead)

His mouth latched onto my leaking sensitivity and my eyes almost flew open from the torrential downpour of pleasures that action invoked.

Andy had never gone down on me, always saying that it grossed him out to lick these parts. They were meant for his cock only not his mouth.

Well, suck on that Andy.

But this man didn’t care. His tongue masterfully slid inside my throbbing silkiness while his lips moulded with my lower ones.

Oh! My, sweetness, this man was going to ruin me.

The low downpour of water drenched us as it warmed my heaving chest, and I placed one hand on the wall while the other remained in his hair.

Such pleasures... I had only dreamt about, read about and seen in movies.

Nothing prepared me for the real thing; it was a thousand times more gratifying. It was not only gratifying, but it was beyond words to explain how sinfully fulfilling this was.

"Y–ou are amazin—g," I stuttered while trying to compliment him.

His hand dug into my thigh as his other grabbed my waist and pushed me against the warm wall.

Crawling up, his hand grabbed my breast, tweaking and twirling until more juices leaked out of me, and I screamed, whimpered and exhaled.

Pleasure turned into bliss and then relief as it ran in my blood like surging heat and travelled down to my core, pooling out and filling his mouth.

He pressed me further back using his hand on my breast as his tongue continued to slide in and out of me. Pressing, slurping as he continued to eat me up.

His fingers gripped so tightly in my thigh that I was sure I would have marks later to prove my shenanigans of this eventful and unforgettable night.

The tip of his tongue hit that sweet sweet spot and I knew it was intentional.

Shuddering and whimpering, I came into his mouth, and my eyes automatically flickered open and gazed down.

The swirling eyes of his watched me from behind the lenses he wore as he did one last swipe and abruptly stood up. Placing his hand on my eyes he took away my sight again.

"Tangy and salty, just as I had expected. See for yourself." His lips wrapped against mine so I could taste the lingering liquids. The kiss was fiery and dominating, his other hand shifting into my damp hair, keeping my head tilted to the angle so he could devour my mouth properly.

The taste of me mingled with him as he pushed his rough tongue into mine and smashed his rigid and hard body against mine. His member was rock solid again, poking my lower belly as he rubbed himself against me.

His actions were consuming, soul and heart-consuming, and I tried to match up with him. His hands slid down and grabbed both my thighs as he picked me up and wrapped both my legs around his tapered waist.

His hardness plunged inside me, deep and raw and he began to thrust again. His hips buckled as he banged me against the wall while I held onto his shoulders for dear life amidst the spray of my moans.

And here I thought we were just having a shower. I came several times more and only then he decided to have mercy on me and put me down.

I collapsed against his chest as he washed me all over again. Grabbing the towel he began to dry my hair.

"That was one of a kind experience," I mumbled to him my eyes drooping again.

He paused at my words, his hands halting in my locks.

"Don’t tell me that good-for-nothing pig never went down on you or didn’t take you in a shower against the wall." The disbelief in his voice, even when it had been changed, was so apparent.

"Let’s not talk about him," I slurred, not opening my eyes. My senses were getting hazy, I was spent like I had never been in my life before.

"We won’t." He wrapped a towel around his waist too.

The mysterious stranger with whom I just had a one-night stand carried me out of the bathroom and seated me on the bed. Taking out a T-shirt from the closet, he walked back to me, stealthy as a panther, so graceful that I still couldn’t help but stare.

"Arms up," he instructed and I raised them. He dressed me in a simple blue t-shirt which I assumed belonged to him. It fell to my thighs.

"Lay down, get some rest." He pushed away the hair from my face, gently held my chin and placed a small kiss on my nose.

I was touched.

"I need to change, my mask and hair have gotten wet." Helping me lay down in bed, he covered me up with a velvet sheet. I curled up under it and tried to relax as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Sleep took over soon as my body was sore but satisfied.

I slightly awoke when strong arms pulled me into a warm embrace. My body moulded against his as his thick arms rolled over my waist and held me to him. I felt his nose in my hair as he hummed something, I was too intoxicated to understand.

Mumbling, I slumbered again.

When I returned to the land of the living, I was still wrapped up in his huge arms. Slow snores escaped him as he was fast asleep.

What time was it?

How long did I sleep?

A slow panic settled in my gut but I pushed the feeling away and tried to wriggle out of his hold.

Too strong, the man was made of steel.

Was he a cyborg?

Winter Solider?

Pushing away my ridiculous thoughts I turned in his hold. He had put on clothes before joining me in bed and the mask was still on. It was a different mask, a skull mask to be precise.

Yeah! Not at all haunting.

The urge to peek at his face was real.

Could it be that he was disfigured due to some accident so he never took off his mask? My hands itched to reach out.

"Debating to catch a glimpse?" His sleepy voice left me rattled and slightly red in the face.