Chapter 8 Desiring A Hickey

All Yours Daddy. “How would you feel to have my tongue creating a path down your neck? To eat onto your neck and create a fucking hickey.” Nuella's body tensed, and gentle heat spread through her body, as she thought of how hot his tongue would feel against her neck, and how good it would feel to have a hickey from him. Her mind wondered, but her pussy did the major wondering. Nuella shut her eyes close. She couldn't be thinking about the sinful things. Suddenly, she demolished the thoughts out of her head, snapping out of the pleasure that was threatening to consume her. Unbothered, she rolled her eyes at him sneaked out of the cage he had made for her with his arm, and began to gesture towards the door, ignoring Mr Devine's words. "Your father gave you something to give me where did you drop it?"Mr. Devine dropped a sarcastic question, grabbing a bottle of water and downing the content. Nuella's legs halted and she froze at the unexpected questions. She turned to him, her lips parted, but they closed at her inability to provide an answer; suddenly feeling stupid. She reached for the battle water that she had earlier dropped on the counter, gulping the content to suppress the heat that was beginning to burn her cheeks. "I am waiting."Mr Devine reminded and she cleared her throat. "What do you care?" Nuella inquired in defense to shut the nervousness out of her head. A gentle smile tugged the sides of Devine's lips but the smile suddenly vanished replaced with a sexy Bambi expression He grabbed another bottle of water and poured it gently into his mouth, gulping hotly on it before taking a step closer to her. "Well, you would care when I bend you over this counter and fuck the answer out of you." Nuella's eyes widened at the rawness of his words. Words that had tingling, fizzy, and pleasant sensation dominating her pussy that was two times harder than it was a while ago. Mr Devine chuckled softly loving the expression on her face. He waved a hand at her and snapped. "Snap out of your thoughts, princess; I was just flirting, my normal flirting." He added sparing her a wink. Nuella rolled her eyes, trying to feign anger, but a part of her wished that he meant his words; because she was already wondering what it would feel like to have him fucking her behind this counter while they bask in the pleasure and fear of being caught. Mr Devine walked closer leaning into her. "You watched me wank off? Right?" Nuella's pussy tingled as she suddenly felt a knot tightening against her stomach, but she suddenly shut the thoughts out of her head. A sly smile secured the bream of Mr Devine's lips. He took a step closer, caging her in between his arms and the door. Nuella's heart leapt, thumping hard against her chest. She felt so small, so small between his callused body, but that was not meant to be prohibited; the most prohibited thing was the effect his closeness had on her pussy. He was leaning in close, so close that she could feel the heat emanating from his body. So close that her pussy was clenching and spurting. Nuella shot her eyes closed, trying to shut the thoughts of him out of her head, but to her greatest surprise, she felt the bream of his nose nudging at the side of her neck, trailing paths like he had earlier said. "Your saw my dick right? Would it fit into your tight pussy?" Nuella's pussy clenched, and her eyes snapped open immediately. Her toes curled, and her body shuddered at the tantalizing effect of his voice against her ear, but at this point, Nuella knew that something needed to be done about the entire feeling; she couldn't allow this to continue. Firmly, she rolled her eyes and replied with her arms folded. "I do not know what you are talking about, So, let, me, be!” Nuella spelled out, grateful that she didn't stutter. "Are you serious? Or you are just used to your boyfriend's small cock." "Get lost!” she snapped, hating how much he was getting in her head. "Why? Are you scared that you will leave your boyfriend for me?" A sarcastic scoff escaped Nuella's lips, followed by a scornful look. "In your dreams." Just when she thought he was snapping out of his flirting game that was so much working on her, she suddenly felt the movement of Devine's knuckles against her soft cheeks, at her moment of vulnerability. Nuella was taken aback by his actions, She shot him a glare, but the hard look on her face washed off at the sight of his intimate gaze on her. Her lips parted to comment but closed once again; she couldn't afford to say a word. None of the words left her throat; rather, she allowed her gaze to follow the sight of his knuckles against her cheeks. Her breath heaving as much as her pussy was gently spurting. Her body tensed at the intensity of his touch and the burning sensation that traveled down her spine "What are you doing?" A gentle whisper escaped her lips, screwing her entire plans up, this was not the way she expected it, but her voice came out so low and needy, betraying her.