THE INCARCERATED STRANGER

 

Chapter 20

 

"I'm sorry, I just... I just wanted company," she says, looking down and playing with her fingers. He lets out a sigh and walks toward her. As their gazes meet, he approaches her, pulling her close. He leans in and kisses her softly.

He picks her up and walk with her to the couch,slowly placing her on it.

He slowly part her thighs exposing her to himself  he swallow hard ,staring at her fresh chocolate thighs and the thong covering what's hers..He unbutton his collar button. 

She takes off her thong they haven't break the eye contact, She threw it at him he takes it and sniff it while closing his eyes She become flushed in an instant.

He open his eyes she is still looking at him and he starting to think that this is a staring contest.

She open her legs even further for him. He comes to her and touch her thighs.

He brushes his finger against her clit while his other hand squeeze her boobs.

"Fuck!!" he groans as he goes deep inside her  with his finger inserting another one. 

She whimper and moan feeling the pleasure , he kneels in front of her and take his fingers that were in her p*ssy into his mouth then lick them.

She don't know if she a psychopath for finding what he just did sexy and such a turn on.

He pulls her to an edge of the couch and slowly sucking her clit

His tongue swirl on her clit while he eats her like she his last meal causing her to curl her toes.

"Mangaliso!" She moan in pleasure while pushing his head further deep inside.

Her muscles start to tense up when his fingers finds its way to her holes while his tongue is focused on her clit she don't know how he is multi-tasking but it is driving her to the edge.

It feel like all her body nerves had congregated in her clit.

She could feel her toes curling more she could explore at any moment.

"Mangaliso  I'm.." without even finishing what she was about to say she exploded all over his face, her orgasm make its way out of her body like a waterfall and she was shaking uncontrollable.

He bring his face up his face is covered in her orgasm the juice she was releasing haven't stopped it is still leaking out of her. 

He look at her then smirk God shes  so embarrassed.

"I will go wash my face " he says getting up,she frowns 

"We are done?" that smirk comes back again

"We will finish this in my house not here", he disappears to the hallway.

She smiles to herself, replaying the moment in her mind. What just happened? Did Mangaliso really make her cum with his finger? Just thinking about it sends a funny sensation through her body, and her clit dances with excitement. Well, she can’t blame herself for feeling this way; she doesn’t even remember the last time someone brought her to orgasm. The last guy she had sex with was her virgin breaker, and he ended up cheating on her and getting two girls pregnant! 

“Well, you can’t even ride a dick; that’s why I cheated. You’re boring in bed, just like a chicken doused with cold water,” that was his last message, thrown at her face with his stinking yellow teeth. Okay, maybe they weren’t actually yellow, but he definitely hurt her feelings and left her scared of being intimate with anyone else. 

The last two guys she dated wanted to sleep with her, but she refused, and as a result, those relationships didn’t last. She remained celibate, keeping her distance from any man who tried to get close. But today… today feels different. She doesn’t know how or why she forgets everything else whenever she’s with Mangaliso. The way he makes her feel is intoxicating—she orgasmed! 

She smiles to herself again, unable to shake the joy of the experience.

She gets up and picks up her thong, heading to her room. As she enters, she finds Mangaliso walking out of the bathroom. 

“Pack your things; we are leaving,” he says.

“Where are we going?” she asks, curiosity piqued.

“To my place. You’ll be staying with me until everything is sorted,” he replies, then leaves her alone before she can say anything. She frowns and starts packing her things. 

Once she finishes, she grabs a wipe and heads to the bathroom to clean herself up. After flashing the toilet, she gathers her belongings and takes them to the living room. Mangaliso helps her carry everything to the car. When they’re done, he locks up the safe house and returns to the car, driving toward his place.

As much as she's angry, she isn’t in the mood to fight or argue with him. The ride is quiet and feels long, stretching out the tension between them…

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The car finally comes to a stop in front of a beautiful mansion. The gate opens automatically, and he drives in, killing the engine. He steps out of the car first, and she follows, stepping down onto the pavement. He takes the bags, and they head toward the house. She watches as he punches a code into the door with his fingers, and it swings open. Her jaw drops as they step inside; everything shines and sparkles, as if no one has ever lived here.

The living room boasts beautiful couches, and the kitchen looks like it belongs in a magazine. 

“Are you going to just stand there or follow me?” His voice pulls her back to reality. She follows him, walking carefully as if afraid to dirty the gleaming grey tiles.

They reach the stairs; they’re not long like those extravagant houses with endless steps before reaching the hallway—these are just four short steps. At the top, she sees a stunning hallway with rooms on either side. He stops at one of the doors and pushes it open, stepping inside. She follows him in, and her eyes widen; the room is spacious and beautiful, making her feel like she’s in a luxurious hotel.

God, how much did this man spend to have this mansion built? As if sensing her thoughts, he answers,

 “I spent a lot of millions for this mansion to be built just how I imagined my own house.”

She takes a moment to absorb his words, her mind racing with the implications. “Millions?” she echoes, glancing around the room, taking in the high ceilings and elegant decor. “You really went all out.”

He chuckles softly, a hint of pride in his voice. “I wanted it to feel like home, but also a bit like a retreat. Somewhere I could escape and recharge.” He walks over to a large window, pulling back the heavy drapes to let in the sunlight. The view of the sprawling garden outside is breathtaking, with vibrant flowers and perfectly manicured hedges.

“It’s beautiful,” she admits, her anger from earlier slowly dissipating as she feels the warmth of the sun on her skin.

 “But why bring me here? I mean, I appreciate it, but…”

He turns to face her, his expression serious. 

“Because you need a safe place to stay while things get sorted out. I didn’t want you to continue feel trapped or uncomfortable. at the safe house” 

She nods slowly, realizing that despite his brusque demeanor earlier, he genuinely cares about her well-being. “I guess I just didn’t expect this,” she says softly.

“Neither did I,” he replies, running a hand through his hair. “But sometimes life throws us into situations we never saw coming.” He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, gesturing for her to join him.

As she sits beside him, she feels the tension between them shift. “So what now?” she asks, looking into his eyes.

“Now,” he says thoughtfully,

 “we take it one day at a time. You can make this place yours as much as it is mine while you’re here.” 

“Make it mine?” She raises an eyebrow playfully.

 “You mean I can rearrange your perfectly designed mansion?”

He smirks. 

“Only if you promise not to break anything.”

They both laugh, and for the first time since they left the safe house, the weight of their situation feels lighter.…

"Well... about going to see my father in Eastern Cape ?" she asks, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"Just tell me when you want to go so I can arrange everything," he replies, his tone steady.

"Next week Monday is fine," she tells him, and he nods in agreement.

"I think when we come back from that side, you can go back to your work," he adds casually.

"What? Really?" she asks, surprise coloring her voice as she meets his eyes.

He nods again. "But only if you agree to have people watching you," he says firmly.She frowns at this. 

"You can frown or get mad as much as you want; that is not up for discussion, Miss Qwane. Me allowing you to go back to work doesn't mean your life is out of danger," he explains, his expression serious.

She lets out a sigh and stands up from the bed, but he pulls her back gently and makes her sit on his lap.

"Stop being stubborn for once," he says, trailing his fingers along her thighs. She gasps at the unexpected sensation, feeling a rush of heat as his hand sneaks under her short dress. Oh gosh! She forgot to put on her thong before coming here. His fingers brush softly against her clit, sending jolts of electricity through her body.

His right hand is on her butt, while the other is rubbing her clit , Keeping his tongue on hers, he scoops her up,  and gently puts her on the bed. They are both panting right now. 

“Are you sure about this, MaQwane?” he asks.,She nod like a little child..He leans down and kisses her. His hand finds the zipper of her short dress and his warm finger rubbing against her skin makes her  arc her back. He tries to get her out of the dress but it is taking much of their time so he tears it off her leaving me vulnerable. At his mercy. 

“You are beautiful,” he says as his own clothes reaches the floor. The desire in them  does not allow them to be civil. He joins her  back in bed. He fondles with her breasts before licking and sucking on her  hard nipples. Her hand finds his shaft. It is hard, pulsating, She  almost tell him to stop all of this but my inner slutt is ready. She is ready. She massage him earning a groan from him. His thumb finds het clit and She  moan. 

“So wet and warm, MaQwane. All this because of me?” his voice is seductive, spellbinding. She doesn't answer instead she moan as he rubs the sensitive part of her clit.

He continues to play with her clit, nipples, bellybutton, and nibbling her ears. Leaving a trail of kisses all over her body. His cold tongue connects with her vjay (vagina ) lips, making her moan and arch her back at the same time. The way his tongue twirls around her clit and runs over her lips is heavenly. His tongue. God bless his tongue, thixo onofefe!. The combination of his tongue and fingers has her twirling in pleasure. She feel an orgasm build up from her toes, up to her thighs and her entire body shakes as an orgasm hits her like a lightning . 

“Mangaliso..…” his name escapes her lips as her toes curl and her legs shake. 

“Oh, fuck Ayakha …” 

He moves up, leaving a trail of kisses on his way up. He takes her hands into his, intertwines their fingers. 

“Look at me,” he orders.  He kisses her  while he frees his right hand and positions himself at the entrance of her vjay. 

“Uyashisa Mama,” he kisses her . He moves slowly and gently, gyrating his waist.  She slowly start moving her waist too.  The blend of pain and pleasure is driving her crazy. 

“Ohh Ayakha Mamie…” that’s all he manages to say. She can feel him fastening his pace, his groans getting louder and his grip tighter. They explode in their bubbles of pleasure, 

“Oh, fuck...sh**t…” he says as he collapses on top of her . He cups her cheeks and kisses her. 

“I hate sharing, Mama. I'm the only man allowed to tap this good pussy,” he says, and I don't respond. Instead, sleep envelops me—a deep, comforting one.

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