Chapter 249 One More

In the Rolls Royce,

Alvin's lips were soft yet firm over hers. Her mischief eyes fluttered close, slowly to the addicting lips. His kiss came just as intense as he kissed her in the elevator, sending a wave of heat down her body.

Her legs involuntarily tried to shut but straddling him, her body was honestly telling him how much she was affected by him, his knee-weakening kiss, his muscly arms around her waist, his warmth melting her in his arms faster than the butter on a heated pan.

His fingers entangled with her silky hair, tilting her head, molding their lips perfectly as if they were made just for each other.

Her chest swelling with no air, pressing on his rock-hard chest, her fingers grazing down his neck, left him a sweet agony, craving for more than a kiss. He was only finding it harder to control himself.

He sucked her sweet tongue into his mouth, causing her to moan yet she kissed him back fervently, pressing him against the seat and wrestling their tongues in his mouth.

The taste of mint and his hot burning tongue excited her nerves, Anya moved closer, the hem of the dress moving up when pressed her mouth harder on his lips, wanting more. More of the tingling sensation in her body, more of him and his kisses.

A faint groan slipped his lips when his bulge throbbed by her shift on his lap.

Shiver ran down her spine when she felt something pressing where the heat had pooled. Her body tensed, and her heart hammered against her chest, clinging to him.

His shoulders under her fingers clenched and his arm tightened her waist. His primal urge to pin her under him and enter her rose dangerously.

His hand clutched her hair kissing her harder while his other hand's fingers dug into her waist, trying to pull her away.

She withered when she felt something rub over her again causing her stomach to tighten and her fingers dig into his shoulders.

She didn't know if she was trying to pull him closer or pushing him away. His kiss rising to the intensity, Anya couldn't keep up with his dominating kiss. And the thing between her legs was so close to her, she felt naked on his lap, making her nervous.

But an intense sensation from her lower abdomen made her giddy. "Alvinn…" She mewled nervously, snapping his control.

Alvin watched her huffing through her mouth, her face flushed in a beautiful hue of crimson tempting him to swallow her whole. Her eyes were hooded, aroused yet filled with confusion.

Breathless, panting for air she could feel his hot breath fanning her skin, making her core tight. Lifting her gaze, she trembled when their eyes met. His eyes were dark, filled with desire and need.

Snapping out of the haze and realizing what was between her legs. Anya widened her eyes with a gasp.

Alvin slid his hands down her spine and held her hips, grinding her against his throbbing bulge.

Before she could recall anything painful, the pleasure shot through her nerves, and moaned when his hardness teased where she was sensitive.

,m Receiving no protest to advances or seeing no fear, he repeated with a restrained groan.

Anya fell limp on his shoulder when a shiver went down her spine to the toes, curling them tight. Her forehead leaned on the seat, next to his ear, and let out another moan uncontrollably. "Alv…"

What was he doing to her?

Her face flared in a darker hue feeling the delicious sensation he was causing to her body. Her fingers tugged his shirt as if trying to tear it apart. She couldn't stop but whimpered louder when he continued to ground against him.

She quivered with a shaky breath as the pleasure continued to coil in her stomach, reducing her to a moaning mess.

Her huffs, ragged breaths, and tantalizing whimpers were tormenting his throbbing manhood, arousing him to the heights of pleasure.

His face buried in her neck, her scent raided his nostrils. Dipping his head, he bit the crook of her neck and ground her harder each time.

Anya whimpered in the pleasure as it got more and more intense. Her body started to stiffen, her muscle tightened, before a ball of fire exploded in her core, making her cry as a spasm went through her body.

His arm wrapped around her quivering body when all she could focus on was, what was happening to her body for the first time.

It was her first time because all she felt five years ago was excruciating pain as if she was being ripped apart.

Alvin let her finish when he controlled his desire, breathing slowly, trying to think anything random, yet his thoughts were ending up with the woman in his arms, making it even harder.

He recalled her fear and panic when he used to get close to her in the beginning and tried to calm his uneven breathing.

He felt her head rest on his shoulder. His back stiffened when her nose brushed his neck unintentionally. He might end up doing something at this rate.

He wanted to shift her to the seat before realizing her haziness still needed him. He carefully shifted her legs to one side, keeping her on his lap and leaning her against his chest.

Anya calmed her heart, trying to read what they had just done. It surprised her that she didn't fear him. She snuggled against him, assuming she must be fine, and might not need to visit the psychologist.

She snapped out when she felt something brush her thigh for her movements and his body tense up. 'Ohh…' She quickly slid off the seat.

She wanted to put her legs down but was still feeling hot and sensitive. She pulled her jacket over her legs but couldn't bring herself to move away from him.

'I must be out of my mind.' She thought while shifting back until her back touched him.

Alvin helplessly smiled seeing her wrap his arm around her shoulders and lean to him. Not bad, as much as he loved to hold her, she was slowly getting there.

He dipped his head yo get close to her ear and asked in a deep hoarse voice, "Found the fire?"

Anya flushed, remembering the bulge in his pants. She gripped his forearm and clasped her legs tight recalling how good it felt.

Alvin: "…"

His Little Donut was really a goofball. As her thoughts ran over whatever happened, she was clutching and releasing his forearm, making his body twitch.

He quickly lowered the window to feel the cold wind against his face to keep his mind clear. This woman was going to be his death.

Anya cried out, curling up to his arms, "Alvin…"

He pulled her behind making her grasp as he cradled her head in his arms. He blamed her, "It's all your fault."

"What did I do?" She didn't roll down the window.

Alvin shook his head in resignation and kissed her forehead.

Anya's eyes brightened and demanded, "One more."

He couldn't help but chuckle and kiss again. Satisfied, Anya was nodding when she saw Krystle's picture on the billboard.

Anya: ??

Wasn't she just asking Alvin about Linus in worry about Krystle?

How did it end up like this?

'In the car?'

Anya: ??