Rejected: A love story-Chapter 94: STOP?

Natasha turned toward the door, her hand reaching for the knob, heart pounding with a mix of resolve and something she refused to name. But before she could twist it open, Leila’s arm shot out, slamming her palm against the wood to block the exit. The sudden movement pinned Natasha in place, their bodies inches apart, the heat from Leila’s skin radiating like a challenge.

"You’re not leaving like this," Leila murmured, her voice a velvet threat. She leaned in closer, her free hand trailing up Natasha’s arm, her fingers light but insistent, sending unwelcome sparks across her flesh. "Not until you admit it. Not until you feel it again."

Natasha’s breath hitched, her body betraying her with a shiver. "Let me go, Leila. I’m serious."

But Leila didn’t budge. Instead, she pressed forward, her thigh slipping between Natasha’s legs, forcing her back against the door. The pressure was deliberate, intimate, and Natasha’s pulse raced as Leila’s hand slid down her side, over her hip, and lower still. "You say that, but your body’s telling a different story," Leila whispered, her lips brushing Natasha’s ear. "I can feel you trembling. You want this. You always did."

Natasha shoved at her shoulder, but the push lacked conviction. "Stop—"

Leila’s fingers found the hem of Natasha’s skirt, slipping underneath with practiced ease. She cupped Natasha’s ass first, squeezing firmly, then ventured further, tracing the edge of her panties. Natasha gasped, her thighs clenching instinctively, but Leila was relentless. Her hand pushed aside the thin fabric, fingers gliding over Natasha’s folds, already slick despite her protests.

"See?" Leila purred, rubbing slow circles over Natasha’s clit, the touch electric and unyielding. "You’re wet for me. Dripping. Your pussy knows what it wants, even if you’re too stubborn to say it."

Natasha’s knees buckled slightly, a moan escaping her lips before she could bite it back. The friction was too good, too familiar—Leila’s fingers working her with expert precision, dipping inside just enough to tease, then pulling back to stroke her swollen nub. Heat flooded Natasha’s core, her resistance crumbling under the onslaught of sensation. She gripped Leila’s shoulders, not to push away, but to steady herself as waves of pleasure built.

"Leila... please..." Natasha whispered, her voice breaking, no longer sure if it was a plea to stop or to continue.

Leila’s eyes locked onto hers, triumphant and hungry. "Please what? Tell me you want it. Tell me you miss me. Miss this." Her fingers plunged deeper, two curling inside Natasha’s tight heat, thumb pressing hard against her clit. Natasha’s hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against Leila’s hand, her body surrendering even as her mind reeled.

"I... I can’t..." But the words dissolved into a whimper as Leila rubbed faster, her palm slick with Natasha’s arousal. The manipulation was total—physical and emotional—Leila’s gaze boring into her, demanding submission.

"You can. You will," Leila commanded softly, her free hand tangling in Natasha’s hair to tilt her head back, exposing her neck. She nipped at the skin there, then licked a hot trail up to her jaw. "Give in, Natasha. Let me have you. Like before."

The orgasm hit Natasha like a storm, her pussy clenching around Leila’s fingers as she cried out, walls pulsing, juices coating Leila’s hand. She sagged against the door, panting, tears pricking her eyes—not from pain, but from the overwhelming rush of it all. She liked this. Liked Leila’s control, the way she unraveled her so completely. Nathan could never touch this depth, this raw pull.

Leila withdrew her fingers slowly, bringing them to her lips and sucking them clean with a wicked smile. "That’s my girl," she said, voice laced with possession. She grabbed Natasha’s hand and pulled her toward the living room, shedding clothes along the way—Natasha’s blouse unbuttoned, skirt hiked up, then discarded.

They tumbled onto the plush couch, Leila on top, straddling Natasha’s hips. She stripped off her own top, revealing full breasts with hardened nipples, then leaned down to capture Natasha’s mouth in a fierce kiss. Their tongues tangled, wet and demanding, Leila’s hands roaming everywhere—pinching nipples, scratching down Natasha’s sides, reigniting the fire.

Natasha arched up, her hands finally responding, cupping Leila’s breasts and squeezing, thumbs flicking the peaks. She broke the kiss to gasp, "I missed you... god, I missed this." The admission spilled out, freeing something inside her.

Leila grinned, shifting down Natasha’s body. She kissed a path over her collarbone, sucking marks into her skin, then latched onto one nipple, teeth grazing as she sucked hard. Natasha moaned, fingers threading into Leila’s hair, pulling her closer. Leila lavished attention on both breasts, licking and biting until they were red and sensitive, before continuing lower. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

She spread Natasha’s thighs wide, settling between them, her eyes devouring the sight of her glistening pussy. "So beautiful," Leila murmured, blowing a cool breath over the wet folds. Natasha shivered, hips lifting in anticipation.

Leila dove in without mercy, her tongue flattening against Natasha’s slit, lapping from entrance to clit in long, firm strokes. She savored the taste—salty-sweet, all Natasha—sucking her labia into her mouth, then focusing on the hard pearl of her clit. She circled it with the tip of her tongue, then sucked it between her lips, humming vibrations that made Natasha writhe.

"Fuck, Leila... yes..." Natasha panted, her legs wrapping around Leila’s shoulders, heels digging into her back. Leila’s hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as she thrust her tongue inside, fucking her with it, curling to hit that sensitive spot deep within.

Natasha’s second climax built fast, her pussy fluttering around Leila’s invading tongue. Leila added fingers again, three this time, stretching her, pumping in rhythm with her licks. She sucked Natasha’s clit harder, teeth nipping lightly, pushing her over the edge. Natasha screamed, her body convulsing, squirting a gush of fluid that Leila drank greedily, not spilling a drop.

But Leila wasn’t done. She flipped them over, pulling Natasha on top, guiding her down to straddle her face. "Your turn," she said, voice muffled as Natasha lowered her pussy onto her waiting mouth. Natasha ground down, riding Leila’s tongue, her hands bracing on the couch arm as she chased her own pleasure.

Leila ate her out voraciously, tongue spearing deep, nose rubbing her clit. Natasha reached back, fingers finding Leila’s soaked pussy, plunging in to match the rhythm. They fingered each other frantically, moans vibrating through their cores, bodies slick with sweat.

Natasha leaned forward, unable to resist, burying her face between Leila’s thighs in a heated 69. She sucked Leila’s clit hard, flicking her tongue rapidly, tasting her essence—musky and addictive. Leila bucked up, fucking Natasha’s mouth as Natasha’s fingers curled inside her, and her thumb circling her tight asshole for extra tease.

They came together, pussies spasming, flooding each other’s faces with cum. Natasha lapped it up, swallowing, her body trembling from the intensity. They collapsed side by side, their limbs entangled and breaths mingling.

Leila stroked Natasha’s cheek, her eeyes were soft but still commanding. "See? This is us. Don’t run from it again."

Natasha nodded weakly, pulling her closer for a lazy kiss, tasting herself on Leila’s lips.