My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 296: His Hunger

(Arata)

(NSFW Content Ahead)

Asbela took a few seconds to have a calm look at me. There was no disgust on her face as she gently took my right hand in hers.

"I highly doubt the Master will be terrified of seeing you. Angered, yes, in pain, yes, but terrified, no," she wisely reminded me while pulling me towards the vanity and seating me down.

Burdens of my heart subsided slightly at her words.

Opening the drawer, she extracted a pair of scissors. I stared at my reflection, my eyes focused on myself. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

I had to let go of this ghost of my past, let it not consume or haunt me any further.

My man was with me, my parents had my back and I was about to become a mother.

"Do it, Asbela," I instructed with determination. She gave me an encouraging nod and got to work. Carefully cutting off the uneven strands, she tried to match them with the cropped ones.

Her hand remained gently on my shoulder, comforting me while she carefully clipped the remains of my hair.

"They will grow back in no time. I have a special oil that rapidly grows hair," she encouraged me.

"Thanks, Asbela, I would love that," I softly smiled at her, but she could sense the lingering sadness in me.

So she smiled back at me timidly, her eyelids dipped, and her cheeks flushed.

"Olphi and I got closer in our time alone here. He asked me out," she slowly giggled as if reliving a memory. "And I said yes."

I shrieked at the news. I had known in my bones that they were destined for each other.

Seeing her pause at my action, I quickly jumped up and hugged her. She gladly embraced me back.

"That’s such wonderful news, Asbela. Both of you deserve the best."

We separated and I held her hands. Smiling at how shy she was feeling.

"Thank you! He is so gentle and kind to me. Always listen."

"That’s how a man should be with his woman. He will keep you happy Asbela," I squeezed her hands and happily bobbed my head.

We got back to work.

After she had arranged my hair so that I didn’t look like a mad woman who had escaped from an asylum, I took a bath and changed into comfy woollen trousers and a long sweatshirt with strawberries on it. I wanted to relax with Karsten after dinner.

We headed downstairs and Karsten was waiting for me at the dinner table. I observed how the surprise descended in his eyes as they travelled towards my hair.

Asbela excused herself, giving us privacy.

"You look beautiful," he whispered as I approached him. He extended his hand, and I placed mine in his. His assuring fingers wrapped around mine as he pulled me into his lap.

"Yup, like a hen’s head does." I snuggled into his lap and he chuckled at my answer.

"My hen. Will you be laying an egg in my lap," he teased, tracing the sides of my neck with the bridge of his nose. I slanted my neck giving him more excess.

"I already did, which you fertilised. Get ready for your chick now." He cackled against my neck, his hot breath making me restless.

"Can’t wait. Let’s put some food in your belly so I can feast too." The last words were whispered so desirously that a wave of desire roared through me. I knew exactly what he meant.

Taking a fork he pierced the edge into a piece of sautéed potatoes, then dipped it into the cream sauce before bringing it closer to my mouth.

Opening it, I graciously accepted his offering. "That’s my good girl," he seductively whispered. His thumb traced my spine in slow provocative movements.

It deliciously burnt wherever he touched.

He fed me a little bit of all sorts of dishes on the table.

My stomach began knotting and I felt full without even eating much.

"I am done."

"Not so quick, Phoenix. Won’t you have dessert and then feed me too?" He asked, tilting his head at me. My throat went dry at the implication.

Picking up the bowl of caramel cream pudding, which had been topped with layers of whipped cream and nuts, Karsten filled up the spoon and brought it closer to my parted lips, smearing them with cream.

Putting the spoon away he held my face with both of his hands and leaned in.

My breath caught in my throat as his lips slowly touched mine and began to savour. Both the dessert and my mouth.

I fully gasped into his mouth, but he kept the pace slow, as if cherishing the dessert’s flavour mixed with mine.

His tongue lapping inside of my lips slowly ravaging every corner. The softness, the neediness, the built everything had my chest aching and I wanted more of him.

My hands slid back, hitting the edges of the table, gripping it until my knuckles bleached. I arched my back with the building need in my pit.

Slowly, Karsten tore away his mouth from mine and gazed at me with fires of desire burning deep in his jet black wells.

"Get on the table, Arata. I need to feast properly. I am hungry," he commanded in that guttural voice of his which had my knees trembling.

Pushing the plates and dishes back I made room for myself before climbing on the edge of the table. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my trousers and pulled them down in one swift go. Exposing my panty-clad intimacy to him.

"Lie back," his next command came, and I arched myself on the table, throwing my head back. The tearing sound of my panties sent a jolt of thrill through me.

He didn’t even take them off, he tore them away. The cold breath of wind hit the softness between my legs and a titillating moan escaped my lips.

"So fucking beautiful. Now open up for me, Phoenix." I obeyed, opening my legs wide.

Karsten grabbed the bowl of dessert he had used before to cream my lips. Taking a dollop of cream on his palm, he smeared it onto my pussy.

His gaze shifted to me, desires dripped from it as he intensely whispered.

"Now, I will feast and you will watch and make music for me." With that, he grabbed my thighs, the phoenix tattoo fiery on the back of his hand. He lowered his head and his ravishing lips found my aching intimacy.

Instantly, my hands crawled into his hair, gripping and holding them to me, as my back arched and hips jerked forward.

Hitting and smearing more of myself onto his greedy lips and mouth.

A treacherous moan escaped me when he stroked me upwards with his tongue, hitting my clit again and again. Then he dipped down and his tongue invaded me.

Long, wet and coarse, pushing me to the edge of insanity.

In and out, he grabbed my quivering legs tight and held me in position while I faced the full brunt of his needy mouth and skilled tongue.

Like being plunged into a sea of liquid heat, my body burned, pressure built up as my mouth opened and I let out another slow whimper.

Karsten angled his tongue, reaching further and deeper, making an intense but satisfying ache burn in my chest. My body jolted and my eyes rolled back.

"Karstennn!" I screamed his name, my hands fishing so tightly in his lush hair. Several jolts went through me as my release danced on the edge and slowly slid out of me, making my body go lax.

He devoured up my release, every drop of it, and finally lifted his mouth, his lips glistened and victoriously declared.

"Finally, I am sated too."

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