Master of Lust-Chapter 231: Rick and Jemimah [2] [18+]

Chapter - 231

Rick moved closer, his eyes never leaving hers, while she sat there frozen. He gently placed his hands on her cheeks, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine. The soft glow of the moonlight bathed them in a silvery hue, casting a serene ambiance over the living room.

Their breaths mingled in the small space between them, each heartbeat echoing with anticipation. Rick's thumbs caressed her skin, his touch tender yet firm, grounding her in the moment. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions within her.

[Ding!]

[Reveal Time!]

[

Name: Nadia Ahmed

Age: 29 years

Carnal Calibrator: 85/100

Romance Radar: 00/10

]

'Nadia?' Rick's eyebrows shot up as he glanced at the info in front of him. 'Fuck, that's such a sexy name. Just the name gave me a boner,' Rick thought, feeling the blood rush to his groin.

He toyed with the idea of calling Jemimah by her real name but quickly dismissed it. He was about to seal the deal with this chick, and he wasn't about to let some random fact mess things up.

Meanwhile, Jemimah's initial hesitation from their first kiss had completely melted away. Desire now mirrored in her eyes, reflecting Rick's own hunger. Her legs felt jittery, and a warm, wet sensation was building between her thighs. Her pussy was soaking wet.

Pushing thoughts of Nadia to the back of his mind, Rick leaned in slowly, closing the gap between them. Jemimah's eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting slightly in anticipation. The moment their lips met, a spark ignited, and the world around them faded into a blur. The kiss started gentle, a soft brush of lips that quickly deepened with growing passion.

The kiss started off gentle, a soft brush of lips that quickly turned more intense. Rick's hands slid from her cheeks to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Jemimah's hands found their way to his shoulders, her fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him in as she responded with equal passion.

Their movements became a dance of lips and tongues, each kiss more intense than the last, speaking of a shared desire and unspoken emotions. The gentle pressure of his mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, making her body curl in delight. She moaned softly into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his lips and driving him wild.

She could feel his breath against her skin, hot and heavy, mingling with her own rapid breaths. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of desire and something uniquely Rick. Her heart was racing, matching the rhythm of their escalating kiss.

As the kiss deepened, Rick's hand trailed down her back, sending tingles along her spine. Jemimah's heart pounded heavily in her chest, while her fingers traced intricate patterns on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her touch. The moonlight cast long, ethereal shadows around them, the only witness to their intimate embrace.

Time seemed to stand still as they poured their desires into the kiss, each second stretching into eternity. When they finally pulled apart, breathless and dazed, their foreheads rested against each other, eyes still closed as they savored the lingering taste of their passion.

[

1. Let Nadia know, you want her. (Temptation +5)

2. Stay silent. Continue looking at her (Temptation +0)

]

'Why even give the second option, you idiot system,'

Rick's voice was a husky whisper, barely audible over the sound of their shared breaths. "Jemimah," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers with each word, "I have wanted you from the moment I saw you."

"Rick..." Jemimah's reply was a sigh, her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close.

[

1. Nibble on Nadia's earlobe (Temptation +5)

2. And if you want to mess it all up slap the girl girl across her face (Temptation -90)

]

Her words ignited a fire within him, his need for her intensifying. He moved down, his mouth focusing on her neck. Rick's lips traced a path down her jaw and neck, eliciting a gasp from her. His tongue laved a hot, wet trail, leaving a burning heat in its wake. His teeth grazed her earlobe, making her shiver, her body responding to his touch with a rush of arousal.

Jemimah's hands roamed across his broad shoulders, feeling the tension and strength in his muscles. She arched her back, pressing closer to him, craving more of his touch.

"Oh! Rick!" Jemimah moaned, her voice breathy and full of desire, as she intertwined her arms around Rick's back, tightening her embrace. Her fingers traced the muscles of his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Rick, feeling the heat between them, slowly moved downwards. His lips brushed against her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that made her shiver. As he reached her chest, he planted his lips firmly, his tongue flicking against her skin. She gasped, arching her back to meet his mouth. Rick's hand slid under the towel, his fingers exploring the curves of her meaty bottom, squeezing gently.

"Ahh!" Jemimah's moans grew louder, her excitement palpable. Determined to return the favor, she slid her hand inside Rick's pajama pants. Her fingers found his bulge, cupping it with a firm yet tender grip. She began to caress him, her touch sending waves of pleasure through his body. Her moans turned into soft whimpers as she rubbed him slowly, each movement deliberate and teasing.

Rick gasped heavily, his breath hot against her skin. The tension of his lust rose with each passing second. He slid the towel off Jemimah's body, revealing her bare skin. He buried his face in her chest, kissing and sucking, his hands roaming freely over her body. Jemimah's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she whispered his name in a mix of pleasure and need.

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In the silent night, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the room. They were clear and deliberate, sending a jolt of fear through Jemimah. Her eyes widened, and she quickly pushed Rick away, adjusting her towel with shaking hands. Panic set in as she looked around for a place to hide. Without a word, she darted behind the sofa, her heart pounding in her chest.

Rick, still caught up in the moment, took a second to register the situation. The annoyance was clear on his face as he glanced towards the doorway. Moments later, his father appeared in the living room, his silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway. Rick's father squinted, trying to see in the darkness.

"Rick? What are you doing up so late?" His father's voice was gruff, filled with suspicion, "Is everything okay? I heard some unusual sounds."

"Don't bother yourself, I was just watching some videos!", Rick answered with a hint of annoyance in his face.

"What are you doing here alone? With lights off?", he asked again.

Rick raised the beer bottle, seemingly disinterested in talking with his father.

"Oh! Alright! Let me check on Jemimah. She…"

"Huh?" Before he could finish, he heard Rick's voice. For a moment he was taken aback, the previous encounter of the night came back to him, then embarrassedly he conceded.

"Okay! Everything is okay! I am going back to sleep! And don't stay awake for too long, get some sleep!", he muttered whatever he could to avoid and down play the awkwardness. After not getting any response from Rick, he went back to his room.

Some moments passed after Rick's father left, and then Jemimah emerged from her hiding spot behind the old oak wardrobe, her eyes wide with a mixture of relief and lingering fear.

"Thank God! We barely escaped him!" she sighed, her breath catching in her throat as she exhaled.

Rick, with a mischievous glint in his eye, leaned in closer. "Now, should we continue where we left off?" he whispered suggestively, his fingers grazing her arm as he tried to pull her closer.

Jemimah's eyes darted around the room, and she gently placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. "But Rick!" she protested, her voice tinged with worry. "We barely escaped this time!"

Rick brushed off her concerns with a casual shrug. "Don't pay any attention to him!" he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "Just focus on what your heart desires in these moments." He ran his fingers lightly across her face, his touch both tender and insistent, trying to work his charms on her.

"But… Look!" Jemimah took a step back, her eyes earnest and pleading. "I don't know what it is between you two. But he has sheltered me! He is taking care of me. He's like a guardian to me. And I don't want him to have a bad impression of me."

"Ughh!", Rick groaned in disbelief. His eyes closed as he got lost in thoughts for moments.

[

1. Give in to what the girl is saying (Temptation -60)

2. Pull the girl into your lap and let her know that his father won't be happy seeing her unhappy (Temptation +5)

]

Without warning, he pulled Jemimah closer, lifting her effortlessly and placing her gently on his lap. She tried to protest, her hands pushing against his chest, but he soothed her with a soft shushing sound, caressing her hair and giving her an assuring smile.

"If he really cares about you, would he be mad seeing you happy?" Rick's voice was low and persuasive, each word carefully chosen.

Jemimah bit her lip, her resolve wavering as she looked into his eyes. "But…"

Rick's fingers continued their gentle exploration, tracing the contours of her face, moving down to her neck. "Trust me," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "We deserve this. We deserve to be happy."

She shivered under his touch, a conflicted expression crossing her face. The logical part of her mind screamed caution, but her heart, racing with excitement and longing, began to drown out the warnings.

Rick, sensing her hesitation fading, put a finger on her lips and then slowly moved his face towards hers. He placed his lips on her. Instead of filled with intense passion, this gentle kiss was filled with assurance. They parted softly and a sweet smile ran across Jemimah's face.

"But we should take this somewhere private!", Jemimah requested, her voice tinted with desire.

"As you wish!", Rick stood up, still carrying Jemimah in his arms as he marched upstairs towards Jemimah's room.

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