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That's all I need to hear because when his hands go to my cheeks, caressing them, I don't stop him. He pulls me in for the best kiss of my life. His lips are soft and plump, and he expertly captures mine in his. He ensures he's gentle and ends up tasting every corner of my mouth until we're both out of breath. We pull away from each other to catch some air.

The kiss ignites a kind of fire that can't be easily extinguished, and that's the beginning of it all. "Stop me now if you're not sure about this. I won't be able to stop if we go further than this," Michael says, breathing heavily. I contemplate for a moment and then draw myself in for another kiss. That's my confirmation that I want to proceed, and he understands it. After that, everything is a blur.

Michael grabs my face once more and crashes his lips into mine and dev and bites it suddenly until I gasp in pleasure. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and I moan in pleasure. He holds my head in place firmly, I slow him more access into my mouth and he takes it further into my mouth tasting every corner. I then get the courage to allow my tongue to intertwine with his in a rhythm carefully orchestrated and executed to bring about this wonderful feeling. We pull apart once more and the veins on his forehead tell it all.

"You have no idea how much Iours it. It starts slowly and sensually but it quickly grows into something else. He sucks on my lower lip gently have wanted you." he says

I don't say a word, but show him just how badly I wanted him to. I move closer to his crotch which is growing and make sure that I position myself right above his bulge. I hold onto his chest, looking right into his eyes, and rubbed myself onto his growing dick. I feel him groan as he shuts his eyes in pleasure. His hands grab onto his chair and stay there as he tries to regain his composure.

"oh, you will be the death of me," he says.

I repeat my action while kissing him and I feel his hands going to my waist. He pulls me closer and caresses my back as he embraces me. I feel as if something is stopping him, I know for sure that something is holding him back.

"what is it." I pull back and ask. Searching his piercing eyes.

"It is nothing Claire," he says.

"Don't you want me anymore?" I ask, feelings of disappointment and embarrassment washing over me. I try to get off his lap and he grabs my waist firmly and pulled me down to him. My crotch hits against his fully erected thickness and pleasure spreads through my core.

"what do you think now?" he thunders in my ears his warm breath fanning my face.

"I want you in ways you cannot imagine." he continues.

"Then take me." I dare him.

"You won't make it if I do. You seem so fragile and I don't want to hurt you," he says and I feel a tinge of offense creeping up on me.

"What damage can a cripple do," I say that deliberately knowing all too well that that would provoke him. Well, it works because the next thing I know, he devours my mouth hungrily and grinds his crotch into mine. His hands then go to my waist, down to my ass. He firmly grips it, alternating between massaging it and squeezing it. He groans as I moan into his neck and hold onto his neck. My heart races and I begin to feel the pleasure building and my pantie sticking to my pussy. I am drenched in my juices. He takes his hands to my abdomen and caresses it, slowly taking it up to my boobs and, sits there. Blood rushes to all the right places and my breathing increases. I place my hand on his and squeeze them. I watch as he closes his eyes in pleasure and soon enough, he takes over and caresses my breast. Saying that I feel wonderful is an understatement. I moan as he increases the pressure and momentum and all I want is for him to take me. I grab his head and smash my lips into his, my hands all over his hard chest and quickly heading towards his bulge. I leave wet kisses all over him and get off him. I take in a deep breath to compose myself while avoiding his eyes and getting in between his legs. I widen them wider and position myself there. Not thinking twice about my actions, I run my hand over his bulge and he groans. I can tell that he is more than ready for me. I help him pull off the shorts he is wearing and his rigid member springs free. Behold, what I see is both mouthwatering and intimidating. He is huge and thick. How is that gonna fit into me? I wonder.

I gulp and I watch him smile slyly. He is proud of his endowment. As his bulge springs free, I gulp in fear and anticipation then I courageously take it in my hands. I hold it lightly then hard and watch as the veins on his forehead become prominent. I repeat my actions and he groans in pleasure as it encourages me to keep going. I lean into it and lick it lightly and sensually, making sure that I get every inch of it. He groans and I take the whole of it into my mouth. While I am doing that, my hands work on his balls and the area between his balls and ass. He jerks up as I push him deeper into my mouth to a point where I can feel it pulsating in my mouth. I see him holding the chair tightly till his knuckles go white. I pull him out and push it deep once more, this time deeper than the first, moans once again and holds my head in position. I can feel he pushes his hips further into my face. I fully take him and keep torturing him till he cannot take it anymore.

The next thing that happens baffles me into silence. Michael swiftly gets up from where he is seated, lifts me, and carries me bridal-style into his bedroom. He lays me down on the most comfortable covers and mattress I have ever been on. The bedroom is lavish and elegant. The walls are a soothing shade of pale blue, and the carpet underfoot feels plush and soft. The king-sized bed is adorned with rich, deep purple and gold bedding that makes it look regal. The wooden furniture is polished to a glossy shine, and the dresser gleams with its dark mahogany finish. Sunlight streams through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. It's a space that exudes opulence and comfort.

Michael lays on top of me and takes away my opportunity to ask questions. He smashes his lips onto mine and quickly tears away my black tank top. I am not wearing anything bellow and when he sees my boobs, his mouth waters and desire burns in his eyes. He wastes no time and carefully and dalicately carresses them, taking one into his mouth. I moan out loud and he proceeds to tear off the rest of my clothing. I am only left in my pantie as he switches positions with me so as i am straddling him. He grinds his hips into me and i quickly feel my juices being. He can feel it too which pushes him over the edge. He runs his hands all over my body and finally rest the right hand over my pussy, lightly brushes through it as he increased the pressure till he was full on massaging my clit. I moan out loudly, calling his name and he slips one finger into me. He takes out his finger and licks it sensually then proceeds to tear off the rest of my clothing. He then switches positions so that he is behind me, my as on full display. He grabs my butt cheeks and squeezes them as he lines his finger over my pussy to my clit and all the way back. Without warning, he pushes himself into my hot snd wet pussy, making me scream in pleasure. As much as i need to take time to adjust to his size, i push myself in and out of him, matching his stamina. He holds me firmly into space and keeps pounding into me. His hands find their way onto my boobs and he squeezes as his balls hit against my crotch. After a while, he quickly increases his pace and it doesn’t take long for both of us to freeze and release into each other.

Chapter Seven

Crossing the Line

I wake up a few hours later, the hot afternoon sun streaming in through the open window. I stretch and shield my eyes from the direct light. The cool breeze sweeps in, creating a refreshing sensation that I relish. The covers feel amazing against my skin, offering comfort and warmth. Slowly, I open my eyes and find myself in a new and unfamiliar place. Memories of the events from a few hours ago flood my mind, causing a mix of excitement and fear. Panic washes over me as I contemplate the possible consequences. My heart races, and the intensity wakes up Michael beside me.

I can't believe I've actually gone through with it. I'm really worried about betraying my friend, and I can't help but wonder how she'll react when she finds out. Glancing at Michael, I notice he's awake, but his eyes remain closed. Studying his features closely, my heart flutters at the sight of him. He's an incredibly attractive man with all the qualities that many girls would envy. Now that I've crossed that line, I'm filled with uncertainty about whether I'll be able to stop. Amid my racing thoughts, a crucial realization hits me: he's perfectly capable of walking and lifting heavy things, including me. That realization triggers a sense of betrayal and anger that rushes through me like scorching lava. How could he treat me like this, especially after everything he's put me through?

I abruptly sit up and lunge at him, my emotions boiling over. My fists strike his peacefully resting body as I hit his chest repeatedly. Startled, he jerks awake, realizing it's me and my anger. He doesn't stop me, allowing me to vent. He winces but lets me continue until I slow down. Finally, he takes hold of my hand firmly and gazes into my eyes.

"It's not what you're thinking," he says.

I question him, my anger still palpable. "Were you really not able to walk from the beginning, or is that a lie too?"

"You're already jumping to conclusions," he replies gently. "I've been seeing another therapist alongside you, and between both of your help, I've been able to recover faster. I had to keep it a secret."

"Why would you keep it from me?" I ask, feeling a pang of hurt.

He explains, "You forget so easily. My life is at stake, and I recently realized someone in my family could be responsible. I had to take precautions. Let's be real, I don't really know you that well."

His words ignite my anger, pushing it to uncontrollable heights. "Oh, is that so?" I retort, my voice shaking with emotion. "This was a mistake."

I climb out of bed, frantically searching for my scattered clothes or whatever's left of them. Betrayed and helpless, I feel like the world is crashing down on me, taking everything away in a single decision—my friend, a place to stay, and my dignity. My eyes sting with impending tears, but I muster all my strength to hold them back. Just as I'm about to retrieve the last of my clothes, I sense his warm presence behind me. His hands encircle my waist, holding me securely as he whispers in my ear.

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