Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 58: One hundred and Seven times

Chapter Fifty-Eight

His chest heaved with each breath, and his abs rippled beneath his skin. Oh, such a delightful sight to see. She had imagined him to be as good-looking as he was in clothes. She had never imagined him to be this perfect. Was it his training? Or was he naturally this gorgeous?

Next, he unbuttoned his pants, he could tell what she was thinking as she licked her lips. He slid them down his hips, revealing a pair of boxer briefs that clung to his thighs. Should he tease her more? Asli would deserve it but considering it was her first time, he didn’t want anything triggering her to leave. Though that was unlikely to happen.

With a subtle smile, Ahmet hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled the briefs down, revealing his full, unadulterated glory.

Breath seemed to lose its movement in her. ’Or maybe not.’ as if having a conversation, a tiny voice concluded in her head after she swore she could handle him. Would it even fit?

His smile grew, while his eyes crinkled at the corners as he watched her reaction. He seemed to be savoring her surprise, his body tense with pleasure as much as hers was.

He saw how she swallowed hard and knew her mind was racing with questions. ’How was it going to fit?’ She must as well scream the words since it was written all over her face.

As he positioned himself above her, his eyes locked onto hers, he wanted to make sure she was comfortable. He knew his reputation, he was a force to be reckoned with in bed, always taking what he wanted without apology.

Oh, he didn’t know what gentleness was. But with her, he wanted it to be different. He wanted her to feel pleasure, to enjoy the experience as much as he was going to. He would want to destroy her for any other man. He wanted her to remember her first time. But she was so perfect he feared he wouldn’t be able to take his time.

His face twisted into a grimace, his muscles tensing as he struggled to restrain himself. He was a man used to taking control and dominating, and yet... and yet, he wanted to be gentle. For her.

Ahmet’s hands trembled slightly as he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. It was a tender gesture, one that belied the fierce desire burning within him.

He took a deep breath, his whole body shaking with the effort of his restraint. "I want you to enjoy this," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I want you to feel pleasure."

His eyes went over hers again to search for any sign of fear or hesitation. But all he saw was a spark of curiosity, and a glimmer of excitement that echoed his own.

Asli on the other hand as Ahmet’s eyes bore into hers, she suddenly felt a creeping sense of insecurity. His experience was evident, while she... she was a Mafia boss who had never surrendered control, and never given her body to anyone.

A nagging voice whispered to her, ’What if I am not good enough? What if I ruin tonight for him? Ahmet has probably been with women who know exactly how to please him, women who aren’t rusty, inexperienced Mafia ladies.’

She felt a surge of self-doubt. Was this a bad idea? She’d never given up control before, never thought a man would touch her in this manner, and never did she think that a man especially like Ahmet would have sex with her. Was this why he was just staring at her? What if she disappointed him?

However, her body seemed to be ignoring her misgivings, responding to Ahmet’s presence with a will of its own. She shouldn’t care about what he was thinking because it was supposed to be about herself and her wants, right? Ahmet wasn’t important to her. Why must she think about if he was going to be satisfied, disappointed, or not?

His gaze narrowed, and his eyes pierced as he sensed the subtle shift in her demeanor. He could smell the faint scent of insecurity wafting off her, and it stirred something deep within him.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "What’s going on in that head of yours?"

She hesitated, her eyes darting away, but Ahmet’s fingers gently tilted her chin back, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You’re perfect just the way you are," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I don’t want you thinking about anything other than what I’m about to do to you. I’m going to teach you, show you... guide you through this. I will enjoy it. You will enjoy it. And I will make you come as many times as you’ve fired a gun this week."

One Zero Seven. One hundred and Seven. The number echoed in her mind slowly.

That must’ve done it. Without thinking, she reached up, her fingers curling around the nape of Ahmet’s neck. She pulled him down, and her lips crashed against him in a fierce, hungry kiss. frёeωebɳovel.com

Their mouths moved in perfect sync, the tension between them igniting into a wildfire of passion all over again. She felt herself melting into the kiss, and her arousal spiked with every passing second.

His hands roamed her body, his touch sending her body aflame. She felt alive and electrified. Her senses heightened as she surrendered to the kiss.

Her insecurities melted away, leaving her wanting him to do to her whatever he promised. One hundred and Seven times.

Ahmet’s lips left hers, tracing a scorching path down her neck. His mouth lingered on the sensitive skin.

He sucked gently, his teeth grazing her skin. He was going to leave marks on her, she was sure of that. A soft moan escaped her lips as he continued his sensual assault.

His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, and she felt herself wanting to do the same with his body.

His hands drifted upward, and his fingers brushed against the soft skin of her breasts. He caressed them gently, his thumbs tracing delicate circles around the tender flesh. His mouth found its way to her nipples.

His fingers raised them to his lips. The sweetness was nearly visible, but it was nothing like he had envisioned.

This exceeded his expectations. As he sucked on them, his lips curved over them, releasing a small sigh of pleasure. His eyelids closed savouring the taste.

As he continued to explore them, he felt her hands move up to his head, her fingers tangled in his hair, and he began to suck harder, fuelled by excitement.

She felt a shiver run down to her inner thighs, as he touched her. Pleasures were coursing through her body. Her breasts seemed to swell under his attention, growing heavier and more sensitive with every passing moment.

She felt tension between her legs growing immensely.

Every touch, every caress, sent shivers coursing through her body, making her inner thigh ache with need. She felt herself growing wetter, her body preparing itself for what was to come.

Ahmet’s fingers drifted downward, tracing a path along her stomach, her hips, and finally, her inner thighs. His mouth never left her breasts. He touched her lightly, and his fingers danced across her sensitive skin.

She felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, it was something she had never felt before. Ahmet’s touch was gentle, yet firm, and she could feel herself responding to him, her body opening up like a flower.

"Relax," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. She hadn’t realized when those lips left her twins. "Let me take care of you."

His fingers slid deeper, exploring her hot glory with a gentle, yet insistent touch. She felt herself melting into his caress, her body surrendering to the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. He added another finger.

Meanwhile, his own member was straining and hardening, throbbing with anticipation. Her inner thighs were warm, and inviting, and he couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Like he promised, he wasn’t going to rush. He needed to make her enjoy it first. He was going to make her scream his name tonight, no one would come to her aid, no matter how loudly she yelled.

Her inner thighs seemed to be calling to him, beckoning him to come closer. He moved his pace, knowing exactly how she was feeling as she held his shoulders. She was about to explode and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He was eager to bury himself deep within her hot glory, to feel her warmth enveloping him.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his urge to take her immediately. His fingers continued to work their way into her hot glory, eager to pleasure her. She moaned his name as she came for the first time.

The sound was like music to his ears. It was a delicious, seductive tune that made his heart skip a beat. He felt a wave of hunger, as his body reacted to the raw emotion in her voice.

He could do this all night with her. He loved how she sounded and he knew he needed to hear the sound again. He moved his fingers faster, and she yelled his name again as she came.

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Author’s note: Sorry if this scene was not it for you. Until I experience it myself, manage them for me. If you close one eye and read it quickly, you won’t notice it, I promise. 😂 Thanks for reading though.