Deep love: insatiable lover

Underground car park.

Vanessa was still looking for Dylan’s car when, suddenly, a hand appeared behind her, violently wrapping around her waist and pulling her back. The familiar smell of cologne instantly calmed Vanessa’s panicked mind, but she still winced a little:

-Dylan, what are you doing?

I was about to scare her to death.

-I wanted to surprise you.

Dylan wrapped his arms around her from behind and smiled. He opened his mouth and nibbled ambiguously on her ear. Vanessa’s body shuddered and she looked around in panic.

-You’re crazy! -She lowered her voice. “It’s after hours, there are a lot of people coming to the car park to drive, what if we get caught?

-No, there’s no one here,” Dylan said nonchalantly and even went further, kissing the nape of her pale neck.

His hands were even more unfaithful as they ran all over her body, fanning the flames and teasing her all over.

-Dylan, what are you doing?

Even if no one was there, that didn’t mean that someone wouldn’t come by later – what if one of the Cazalla Group employees saw her? The thought of someone finding out about her relationship with Dylan made her panic and worry.

-Let go of me!

-I miss you, have you felt it?

Dylan chuckled softly, deliberately bumping his hard sides against Vanessa’s.

I didn’t expect to be more excited than I should have been when I heard about his divorce.

Dylan was amused, but not unhappy. He had been waiting in the car park long before Vanessa got off work, and his body couldn’t help but burn with fire at the thought that Vanessa would be completely free from now on.

The desire to embrace her, to kiss her, to enter her.

The desire came with as much force as a giant wave!

That’s why he had scared her, he couldn’t wait to fuck her in such a place. He even felt that Vanessa in her strict costume was more attractive than usual, making the beast in him clamour to get out of the doors.

I wanted to take off his clothes and enter his body right here.

-Honey, give it to me here. -Okay?

-You’re crazy!

This was a public place! Even if there was no one around, in case there were cameras….

This madman!

Vanessa bit her lip, wanting to get away from Dylan forever. She knew she had no choice at this point, if she didn’t calm the man down, he would be all over her here.

Was there anything this bastard couldn’t do?!

-Dylan, Dylan, not here, please.

Helplessly, Vanessa had to give in.

As the latter liked to be called Dylan better, so he would, if it would convince him and dissuade him from his urges.

-Are you scared, sweetheart?

-Dylan, let’s go back home to… do it, okay? Not here, I don’t like it.

Vanessa took Dylan’s hand and begged him in a whisper. The soft voice was like a feather tickling Dylan’s heart. Instead of fading, his lust increased even more.

-Be good, just once.

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Vanessa’s whole body trembled with fear and there was a sob in her voice. The fragile, pitiful look almost made Dylan lose control, then it took tremendous strength to keep his sanity.

-I’ll want more than once when we get back, are you sure you want to come back?

-Come back.

She’d rather go back and have Dylan make her pass out in bed than be in a place like this.

-All right,” Dylan groaned, but quickly thought of something else, then leaned into Vanessa’s ear and whispered, “Next time, we can do it in the car park later, when no one’s around.

Vanessa’s body shuddered and she said nothing. She kept repeating in her mind that she didn’t have to take the words of a pervert seriously.

When she got into the car, Vanessa almost burst into tears.

It had been very hard.

However, the thought of what she would have to face when she returned to the village discouraged Vanessa and she even felt the urge to jump out of the car.

-Ah!

As soon as he entered the living room, Dylan turned violently and pinned Vanessa against the door panel, kissing her in a dominant and brutal manner. His big hands didn’t stay still either, easily unzipping her dress and leaning down to kiss her pretty collarbone.

-You smell so nice and sweet.

Dylan smiled softly and wickedly, leaving an ambiguously incendiary hickey on Vanessa’s body.

The pale skin, the purple hickeys, the dishevelled clothes, the beautiful, half-dressed figure…. All of it, it was exciting.

-Ah…

Vanessa arched her neck like a dying swan.

The clothes fell to the floor one by one and Dylan lifted Vanessa face to face. To keep from falling, she was frightened and had to wrap her long, white legs around Dylan’s firm waist.

-Yes, that’s right.

Dylan smiled softly and moved in to kiss Vanessa on the lips, entering her as he hugged her face to face….

The living room floor, the sofa, the bedroom balcony, the bathroom and finally the bed.

The two went crazy for thousands of times.

In the end, Vanessa was so tired that she was too sleepy to sleep and had to lie awkwardly in Dylan’s arms, enjoying the massage from those big hands.

The lower half of his body was so sore that he had long since lost consciousness.

What a beast!

Vanessa looked hard at Dylan, whose lust had just faded and whose eyes were so moist and loving. Then her gaze was only flirtatious and not in the least threatening.

Dylan’s quiet lust was rekindled and Vanessa felt the hot spot and immediately blushed, looking at him more fiercely.

-Have you finished?

He had just shouted so loudly that his voice was hoarse.

-Of course it’s not over, darling.

Dylan laughed softly and embraced her in an intimate kiss.

He kissed her lips, her forehead, the tip of her nose, each kiss was tender and lovely.

-I am very happy.

-What are you happy about?

-I’m glad you’re free.

Vanessa rolled her eyes at that, even if he was free she had nothing to do with him, right?

But Vanessa was smart enough not to show it, so as not to anger the man and give him the opportunity to take advantage of it.

-I’m afraid Orlando hates Gerardo at the moment.

A cold, dark light shone in Dylan’s eyes at the thought that the two were on their way to turning on each other as he had planned. Vanessa picked up on it and wondered what Dylan had against Gerard and his grandson.

They were relatives, weren’t they?

Or was it a power struggle for the Moya family? After all, Dylan was also from the Moya family and was Orlando’s uncle, so why shouldn’t he be the next leader of the Moya family?

But was it really like that?

Vanessa sensed that there was more to it than she knew, but did not ask.

Dropping her eyelashes, Vanessa didn’t even want to hear Dylan mention the Moya family. Whatever the dispute between them, she didn’t want to get involved in it, and the more she knew, the less she could get out of it.

But Dylan didn’t want to.