NOVEL WEB Chapter 5: With Bryce
I'm sitting in the back of Bryce's Lamborghini Urus; well, I'm not actually sitting, I'm cuddling him. I'm cuddling and also straddling him. It's all thanks to Sandra. We're getting off work early, and Bryce is not bullying me as usual.
Although we're no longer at work, Bryce couldn't stop working; he still has his tablet, and he is skimming through a contract with one hand while caressing my back with the other hand. My face is at the crook of his neck, and I've been sniffing him ever since.
Fuck, Bryce smells too good. He smells heavenly; I don't think I'll ever get used to how lovely he smells.
With a smile on my face, I balanced into his body, and my grip around his neck also tightened. That's right, I also have my hands around his neck. But just after balancing into him, a sudden crash caused me to lose my balance again, but Bryce caught me before I could hit my head on the car seat.
What the heck! What just happened? Did the driver run into someone?
"What happened?" Bryce kept the tablet aside and questioned his driver.
"Forgive me, sir; someone suddenly jumped out in front of the car. I had to hit the brakes. Forgive me."
"Did you hit the person?" Bryce questioned.
"No, sir, but I'll check on this person." The driver left the car and returned minutes later.
"It's a woman, sir. I... She appears drunk, and she is refusing to leave. She wants to report the issue to the cops," the driver explained.
"Well, let her do what she wants; take us home," Bryce groaned in annoyance.
"Okay, sir." The driver left the car and returned seconds later, then started it, and before you knew it, we were on our way home again.
We're not new to this type of issue; a lot of people endanger their lives by throwing themselves in front of an expensive car, hoping to get some cash out of it. I was never this desperate when I was dirt poor. I wonder why people go to such an extent.
Bryce didn't pick up his tablet after the incident; he balanced into his seat and started loosening his tie, but he struggled a lot. When I saw how hard he was struggling, I decided to help him, but doing that turned out to be another mistake.
"Let me help," I muttered, reaching for his tie. After losing his tie, I attempted to get back to my usual position, but Bryce didn't let me. He flipped me onto the car seat and stayed on top of me.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" He accused me, and my eyes went wide with surprise.
Seduce him? What does he mean? I was only trying to help with his tie. I wasn't seducing him in any way.
"N... No, I wasn't," I gulped, staring at him, but he didn't accept my answer; instead, he pinned my hands above my head and leaned closer to my face.
Seeing him so close to me and feeling his hot breath fan my face caused my heart to skyrocket, and before I knew it, I was breathing fast. But not out of fear. But out of anticipation. Anticipation of what's to come, and they did. They came.
Before I realized it, Bryce was upon me; his lips found the crook of my neck as he gently sucked and nibbled on my delicate skin, while his free hand explored my body. From my thighs, he progressed to my belly button, and then he moved to my breast. His hand cupped my left breast through my dress, fondling and caressing it, while he continued to run his tongue along my neck, jaw, and face.
As for me, I lay there and let him do whatever he wanted. This is not my first time, nor will it be the last.
He could bully me one second and jump on me the next; he is so shameless, and honestly, so am I. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy any of these. I do. I fucking love it. I love it when they do these things to me, when they pay attention to my body, when they caress, cuddle, and leave love bites all over my skin.
I love it when they spread my legs to check my wetness; I love it when they play with my swollen folds after noticing how wet I'd gotten. I love it when they go down on me, when they run their tongue all over my pussycat, when they push their tongue into my hole to draw out my excess juice, and even when they fuck me with their fat fingers. I love it when they play with my boobs; I love the feelings it gives me.
I also love it when they take my hardened nipples into their mouth and suck hard until I'm gasping and twisting under them.
Fuck, I love it when they finally put their monsters into me after several foreplay, how they put my pleasure above theirs, and how they position me to take in their full length. I love their long and short strokes. I love how they groan into my ears and tell me how badly they wanted me. How madly in love they were with me. How they could kill a thousand just to be with me. How they crave to ruin me, how badly they want to stay inside of me. How they love seeing their cock swell inside me. How much they loved cumming into me and how in love they get any time they see me shudder beneath them, breathless.
And that is what Bryce is currently doing to me; he has taken off my gown together with my undies. He still has my hands pinned over my head, but he hasn't stopped molesting my boobs with his tongue.
Bryce has a special love for my massive boobs; he gives special attention to them anytime he is on me. He doesn't let them go unless they become red and painful.
He is a beast when it comes to that. I don't mind though; I enjoy the attention, and so do my boobs.
Bryce was still attacking my boobs and didn't realize that we were home until the driver made the announcement.
After the announcement, Bryce covered me with his clothes and took me straight to his room. When we arrived, he placed me on his bed, spread my legs, and thrust into me with full force. He only stopped fucking me when I ran out of breath and was trembling violently beneath him.