Chapter 2: The twelve-weeks agreement (r18)

Livianna was taken aback by his words.

What the fuck did he just say?

Turn what to reality?

"Are you kidding me right now?" She questioned him, the disbelief evident on her face, although he appeared dead serious.

This couldn't be real, could it?

Arthur shook his head and affirmed, "I'm entirely serious, Miss. To make amends, we'll engage in intense sexual encounters for a consecutive twelve weeks. It's the only way you can repay your actions."

Liv scoffed defiantly and replied, "You do realize I could just walk away and act like you never existed, right?"

He countered with a sly grin, "And do you realize that I could locate your friends and inform them that you were only lying to them out of shame and vanity?"

Liv's breath quivered as she contemplated the situation she had entangled herself in. She gazed at the man, her thoughts weighed down by the gravity of his proposition.

Despite the peculiar nature of his request, she found herself unable to resist, her lustful personality yearning for daily penetration. It was as if this audacious offer had stoked an inferno of desire within her, an enticing chance to satiate her unrelenting sexual cravings, especially in the absence of her recent companions, her trusty sex toys.

With this man being a complete stranger, it meant there were no emotional ties, only a purely sexual connection, which both excited and perplexed her.

She reluctantly nodded her agreement, her voice quivering slightly as she inquired, "Alright, but why twelve weeks?"

Arthur chuckled and retorted, "Would you prefer it to be a forever arrangement?"

Liv scoffed, looking away as she grappled with the surreal scenario unfolding before her. "Well, I guess not."

"Come on, why don't we get started right now?" He suggested with a sly grin. "I'm curious to see what's hiding beneath those clothes of yours."

Liv let out a resigned sigh and trailed behind him to his car, her anticipation building for the sexual encounter that awaited her. It was a peculiar situation, going off with a complete stranger to an undisclosed destination, but Liv was far from fearful.

What consumed her thoughts was a singular desire: to be passionately penetrated. Her mind was clouded with issues, and she believed that only an intense physical connection could grant her relief.

They arrived at the upscale hotel where he was staying, proceeding to his apartment floor. He graciously ushered her inside and shut the door behind them. Her gaze wandered the spacious living room, and she couldn't help but be awed by its grandeur. The cityscape view beyond the window only added to the sense of opulence.

It was abundantly clear that this man was wealthy.

"So, before we get started, would you like anything?" He inquired, unbuttoning his jacket and hanging it on a stand.

Liv regarded him briefly, then shook her head. "Let's just get through today."

Arthur's smirk was suggestive as he gestured toward his bedroom, equally impressive. The large, inviting bed beckoned to her, promising a day of pleasure.

He took hold of her waist, drawing her closer and eliciting a surprised yelp.

"Let's get it over with, shall we?"

Arthur's eyes were intently fixed on her as he gave a straightforward directive. "Come on, strip down completely and lie on the bed. What are you waiting for?"

Liv's gaze met his, and though hesitantly, she yielded. She undressed, and couldn't escape his appreciative gaze as he marveled at her flawless figure. Then, she willingly positioned herself in the center of the bed, her legs spread wide, presenting her eager pussy, aching for exploration.

With a wicked grin, Arthur took off his own clothes and joined her on the bed, seizing her lips in a fervent kiss that she eagerly reciprocated. His hands swiftly found their way to her breasts, and a guttural growl of desire escaped him as he caressed their ample, yielding softness.

In that rapturous moment, their tongues dueled for dominance, entwining in a passionate dance.

Before long, they broke the kiss, and his mouth descended to her breasts, drawing a pebble-hard nipple between his lips. His hand was equally engaged, fondling her other breast, tugging at the delicate nipple.

As Arthur lavished her breasts, Liv's free hand traveled to her throbbing clit, eagerly persuading the waves of pleasure that beckoned.

She was experiencing an intense craving in her throbbing pussy and succumbed to the desire to explore. Gripping her pussy firmly, she moved her fingers skillfully, sliding them up and down, and even giving it enticing slaps, each wet sound echoing through the room.

"Oh yeah," moans resonated as she continued the passionate self-indulgence, her fingers slick with her own arousal. Her need and desperation grew, compelling her to deliver arousing slaps to her soaked pussy.

Then, with an irresistible urge, she plunged her fingers deep inside, thrusting herself with mounting desire.

"Oh, yes," she moaned softly, her fingers working eagerly as she thrust and slapped her needy pussy with desperation. "Hmm," she sighed, her hands moving rapidly, intensifying her arousal.

Liv's insatiable sexual appetite left her constantly yearning for the pleasures of her pussy. A day without being penetrated was an impossibility for her.

She kept working her fingers inside her pussy with an escalating urgency, each thrust met with an ascending pitch of her passionate moans.

She clung to Arthur, her grip on his head growing more intense as she pulled him closer to the pleasing appeal of her large breasts. Her eyes remained tightly closed, immersed in the pleasure she was bestowing upon herself.

Her fingers took on a more vigorous pace, thrusting urgently, and her moans escalated to a high pitch.

She gripped Arthur's head even tighter against her large breasts, savoring her self-indulgence. "Oh, yes! Oh, my God! Ahhhh!" Her passionate cries grew louder and higher, only to be abruptly silenced by Arthur's demanding kiss.

Amidst their fiery kiss, Arthur's hand continued to worship her breasts, emphasizing his obvious adoration for her ample breasts.

Their kiss became a fierce, passionate clash of tongues and desires, their mouths locked in a battle for dominance.

As their kiss grew more intense, Kara's thrusts took on a slower, sensuous pace, her fingers gliding over her pussy with deliberate teasing strokes, almost as if she was seductively toying with her own labia. She continued to grace her eager pussy with tender spanks, knowing it craved more.

Breaking away from their passionate kiss, he shifted his gaze downward to her hand, which still sensually caressed her dripping pussy, then returned his attention to her eyes. "You're such a stunning whore, Miss. I adore that," he confessed, sealing his words with a soft, fleeting kiss on her lips.

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