Karma - S01 E10

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Karma - S01 E10

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

Warning : Has sexual content.

This time i can't find the words that will annoy Mr. Thorne. He looks down at my flashed face making a sweep at my naked body.

I immediately come back to reality and jump, bending immediately to find my towel and hide my exposed body. However, Mr. Thorne has other plan as he grabs the towel from my hand and stands behind me. He is so close to me that I find it hard to breathe. I shut my eyes and open them, meeting my reflection and that of Mr. Thorne on the broken mirror that is directly in front us. He looks so alluring and ethereal.

My back into his chest and my nape into his right shoulder

He gazes, transfixed at the image on the mirror. My nipples ache and they are soothed by Mr. Thorne's big hands that move up to touch them spilling through his firm hold. Too big fit in his hands.

"Your body is so beguiling and bewitching." His voice is rough and raw.

His sensual words make my inside churn. It is long since a man looked at me with so much desire.

I lean back for support, my legs feeling weak and shaky.

A protest moan escapes my mouth when his hands release my booby but get relieved when they travel through my stomach and stopping around my pubic area. At Least I shaved earlier. He hesitantly looks at me, seeking my consent. The junction between my legs throb and have to cross my legs, my thighs making extra pressure on top of each other.

He continue with his early intentions, his fingers moving further down and gives my pussy lips a brush and I grow weaker. He plays with my lips then finally pinches my clit.

He stop and looks up, our eyes locking in the mirror. I feel so exposed watching myself and Mr. Thorne watching my shameless lust that he evokes.

"You have a feminine grace that is so fucking alluring."

I shouldn't be doing this, a voice in my head says. He is married, the thought persists. I don't sleep with my client spouses. They are the enemy. I loathe how badly i want to hate him, but all i feel is uncompelling desire for him.

I push my back further until there is no space between us.

"I want you." I moan.

I feel his cock grow bigger as it pokes my back.

Gently, his hand wrap around my neck, chocking me and pull her head towards his, lips meeting mine. His lips slipping past the seams of my lips for a taste. my body relax into his, surrendering myself to him.

Our position make it harder to deepen the kiss and in a swift manner he turns me around to face him. I dive in for the hot kiss, afraid if he will let me catch a breath we will both regret it and all this will come to a premature end.All I want is his lips on mine, skin on skin and the regrets for another day.

His hand move to my ass and cup it. I gasp at the unexpected touch.

He pushes me to my bed and I land on my back. His gaze follow me, memorizing every bit of my body. He starts to remove his vest, next he unbuckles his pants, removes them and he is left with boxers.

My eyes greedily feast on his torso in disbelief. As it is covered with tattoos.

How could a man look so irresistible?

He climbs on the bed and on top of me.

"What turns you on?" He asks.

"Well..." I bite my lip and release it slowly making sure to keep an eye contact with him, "If i told you, that would be cheating." I say surprised despite my state i can still find ways to annoy him.

"What turns you on?" He asks again, ignoring my remark.

"Being on top." I decide to stop with the games.

He smiles, gets on his kness and lets his cock out of his boxers. It becomes difficult to look at the thick erect dick without wanting to reach out and touch it. It is right there, begging to be touched.

"Can I touch it?" I seek permission.

He nods and my hands moves up and down the long shaft. Mr. Thorne throwing his head back and releases a moan. Feeling accomplished that I am capable of the mighty Mr. Thorne with just my hand. I push him to lay on his back.

I get out of the bed and walk to my dresser. I pull a drawer open that is full of condoms. I swivel my head and realize that he has seen them. This time I can tell that his expression holds judgement. Probably thinking that I sleep around.

I walk back to the bed and hand him the condom.

"You do it." He says.

I open the condom, I grab his cock to put it on and fight the urge to just slide down on it when the condom resists at first and set myself free from this desire I am feeling.

Finally with his help, he rolls the condom down his shaft. It is too beautiful and I just to creape it with my juices.

I am about to lower myself on his length but he stops me, "Tell me this what you want, if not. We can stop." He says.

"This is what is want Mr. Thorne." I assure him.

"Call me Christian."

"Christian." I say the foreign name.

That gets him more excited and he lifts me effortlessly and lowers me to his cock.

My breathing hitch and have to bite my lip. When I feel the pleasure of the initial penetration.

I start to ride him as he holds my ass. I lift my leg and move up and down adding in some hip action, grinding and stroking him. He continues to caress my ass and spanking it.

I look down at him, his eyes dark with lust staring at my boobs bounce up and down. I wonder what is going through his mind but when he moans when I circle my hips all worry disappear resulting to increasingly feeling horny.

The bed move with every bounce until I can't hold back anymore and plunge myself on him as i could and cummed. Surprised that go for once I cum before a man. I still continue riding him until I feel his finger dig painfully into my skin and with a final thrust, he cum.

I let him stay inside me as we try to catch a breath.

"Wow!" He says.

I smile my body feeling satisfied and fulfilled.

In a twisted way my chest flood with feelings as i fall beside him. but not one of them is, regret. Not for what we have done.

It is not long before Mr. Thorne's phone ring. He stands to find his pants and removes it to answer the call.

From his tone I can tell it is his wife. The weight of what has just happened fall on me. I experience a sharp pain of guilt, knowing I have gone against my rules. I have betrayed a fellow woman.

I look up at Mr. Thorne get dressed. It is sad that I was too focused with my own lust, I didn't even get a good look at his tattoos. I stop my thoughts from progressing further while the main issue is that, it should never have happened.

"I will see you tomorrow at work." Mr. Thorne is now fully dressed.

I nod, my eyes refusing to meet his.

I lay back on my bed once he is gone wondering what I just did.