Master of Lust

Chapter - 235

The next morning, Rick woke up to sunlight streaming through the window, hitting his face. He squinted, frowning as he tried to block the bright light with his hand. With a groan, he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. As he looked around the room, his gaze landed on Jemimah, who was lying beside him, still asleep. She was peacefully naked, the blanket covering only up to her thighs.

'She is a fucking whore. But a beautiful one at that,' Rick thought to himself as he looked at Jemimah, 'Alas... You can't be my woman.'

[

Name: Nadia Ahmed

Age: 29 years

Carnal Calibrator: 65/100

Romance Radar: 00/10

]

Rick checked Nadia's Temptation. After last night's intense sex and multiple rounds of fucking, her Carnal Calibrator was still above the halfway mark.

[

1. Get out of the bed and freshen up. (Temptation -20)

2. Tease her. Feel her soft skin. She is already inviting you. (Temptation +10)

]

He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. Her bare back was exposed, the soft and smooth skin inviting him. He traced his fingers along her spine, enjoying the way she shivered at his touch. Jemimah moaned softly, turning slightly in her sleep but not waking up.

[

1. What are you smiling at? Look at that bare back. Isn't it alluring? Don't hold back and let her feel those rough lips of your on her skin. (Temptation +10)

2. Pull back. She is a whore and not worth your time. (Temptation - 30)

3. Wake her up. And let her see you masturbate (Temptation +5)

]

Rick leaned in, pressing gentle kisses along Jemimah's back, starting from her shoulders and moving down to the small of her back. His lips trailed down her spine, teasing her awake. Jemimah stirred, her body responding to his touch even in her sleep. Rick couldn't help himself; his hands started to roam over her curves, exploring every inch of her.

"Morning, beautiful," Rick whispered against her skin, his voice low and husky, almost like a growl.

Jemimah stretched lazily, a contented smile playing on her lips. "Morning," she murmured, her eyes still half-closed and her voice all sleepy and soft.

Rick chuckled softly, loving how relaxed and peaceful she seemed. "Sleep well?" he asked, brushing a kiss against her shoulder.

"Mmm, like a baby," Jemimah replied, finally opening her eyes and turning to face him. She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Though I might be a bit sore," she added with a playful pout.

Rick smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah, last night was... pretty wild," he said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and amusement.

Jemimah laughed softly, the sound making Rick's heart do a little happy dance. "You're such a tease," she said, turning onto her back to face him fully. "But, honestly, I'm not complaining one bit."

Rick grinned, his hands moving to cup her breasts. "I aim to please," he said, leaning down to kiss her. Jemimah responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.

"God, I love waking up like this," Jemimah whispered between kisses. "If every morning started this way, I'd be the happiest girl in the world."

Rick laughed, his lips moving to her neck. "I will take that as a challenge," he murmured against her skin. "Guess I will have to make sure every morning is just as good, huh?"

Their kiss deepened, and Rick felt the familiar surge of desire stirring inside him. He broke the kiss, looking down at Jemimah with a wicked grin. "Ready for round two?" he asked, his voice low and his tone teasing.

Jemimah's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Only if you are up for it," she challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Rick didn't need any more encouragement. He leaned down, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, touching and teasing every sensitive spot he could find. Jemimah's moans filled the room, her body arching into his touch, completely lost in the moment.

They were utterly wrapped up in each other, the world outside fading away. Rick's hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips as he positioned himself above her. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, electrifying the space between them.

Just as Rick was about to position his cock on Jemimah's pussy, savoring the moment, they heard his father's voice booming from downstairs. "Jemimah, are you awake?"

Jemimah's eyes flew open in panic. She pushed Rick away, her heart racing. "Oh my God, it's your dad!" she whispered frantically, pulling the blanket up to cover herself. "We have to stop!"

Rick groaned, frustration etched across his face. "Seriously? Now?" he muttered, running a hand through his hair in annoyance. "Why does he always have the worst timing?"

"Jemimah? Are you there?" Rick's father's voice was closer now, right outside their door. There was a knock.

Rick rolled his eyes, and Jemimah, on the other hand, mouthed a silent apology to Rick. "Sorry about this," she whispered, quickly grabbing a shirt from the floor and tossing it to him.

Jemimah's anxiety spiked. She couldn't risk getting caught. Rick's father had been incredibly kind to her, giving her a place to stay when she had nowhere else to go. She couldn't repay that kindness by being caught in bed with his son.

"I am here, Mr. Smith!" Jemimah called out, trying to keep her voice steady. "Don't come in! I am, uh, changing my clothes!"

There was a knock at the door, and Jemimah's panic intensified. "Rick, what do we do? He can't find us like this!"

Rick's father called from the other side of the door, "Alright... just wanted to let you know breakfast is ready. You should come down. And have you seen Rick? I can't seem to find him."

Jemimah, her voice trembling, shouted back, "I am just changing clothes, Mr. Smith! I will be down in a minute!"

Rick rolled his eyes, annoyed at the interruption. "Seriously?" he mumbled, getting out of bed and grabbing his boxers. He pulled them on hastily, frustration clear in every movement.

"Rick, he can't know we are... you know..." Jemimah said, her voice a mix of anxiety and urgency. She wrapped the blanket tightly around her, trying to hide her nakedness.

Rick sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "I know, I know. Just... give me a second to get dressed."

Jemimah's mind was racing, trying to think of a way to calm herself. Rick's father had given her shelter, food, and a place to stay when she had nowhere else to go. She couldn't afford to lose his trust or make him suspicious.

Rick's father knocked again, more insistently this time. "Jemimah, is Rick in there with you? If you find him, bring him down for breakfast too."

Rick's annoyance turned to determination. "Just stay calm," he said, pulling on his shirt hastily. "I will go talk to him. You finish getting dressed and come down when you are ready."

Jemimah panicked, grabbing Rick by the arm before he could leave. "Are you serious? How can you even think that's a good idea? You know what... Just don't do anything, please."

Rick gave her a reassuring smile, trying to calm her down. "Don't worry, I have got this," he said, attempting to pull away from Jemimah, but she held onto his arm tight, not letting him go.

The tension in the room was thick as they stood there, listening. There was a moment of silence before Rick's father replied, "Alright, see you downstairs," and then his footsteps faded away as he headed back downstairs.

Jemimah let out a deep breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "That was way too close," she whispered, glancing over at Rick. He was sitting up in bed, looking more than a little annoyed.

"Great, just great," Rick muttered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and running his hands through his hair again. "Why does he always have to interrupt at the worst possible times?"

When she looked at Rick, the annoyance on his face visible. Jemimah put her arm around Rick and kissed him on the cheek, "Please understand Rick. I just... I don't want to mess things up with your dad. He... He has been so good to me."

Rick sighed, nodding reluctantly. "Yeah, I know. You're right." He stood up, grabbing his clothes from the floor and starting to get dressed. "It's just frustrating, you know?"

Jemimah smiled sympathetically, getting out of bed and pulling on her own clothes. "I know, but we have to be careful. Let's just go down, have breakfast, and then we can figure out some time to be together later."

Rick moved closer, placing a hand on her arms, squeezing them slightly, "Hey, we are in this together. We will figure it out. Just stick to the plan, okay?"

Jemimah took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. Let's do this."

Rick gave her one last reassuring smile before heading towards the door. "I will go down first and talk to him. You follow in a few minutes, just to be safe."

Jemimah watched him leave, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly finished getting dressed, trying to calm her nerves. She took a few deep breaths, willing herself to stay calm and collected.

'What have I done?'

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