Master of Lust

Chapter 148: Rick cock-blocked (18+)

Chapter - 148

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Hidden Quest: Save Emily. Olivia desperately wanted you to save Emily.

Progress: Quest Completed

Quest Reward:

Temptation: +75

Love: +1

Ero Points: +200,000

10 X Fortune's Favor: The host's luck is greatly improved, leading to increased chances in gambling and life.

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The system's trademark sound rang in Rick's hand and a quest completion notification appeared in front of his eyes. It was a quest he had no idea about.

So, his actions have such an effect as well?

And then another

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Target Information.

Name- Olivia Clarke

Age - 43 years

Carnal Calibrator - 100/100

Romance Radar - 01/10

Body Count - 2

Sexual Preferences - There has been no preference. But you have ignited a fire inside of her.

Kinks - Has once watched hardcore sex, and it has been on her mind.

Feelings - She is vulnerable at the moment. Her adrenaline is high. Her body is giving up, but her heart and her pussy is itching. You have managed to implant yourself in her heart.

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Rick felt a surge of heat in his veins as he looked into Olivia's eyes. He saw the same hunger and desperation that he felt, the same need to escape the reality that was thrust upon them.

He didn't care about the bruises and cuts on his face, the sting in his thigh, the blood covering every inch of him— blood that might or might not be his— or the pain in his ribs. He only cared about her. And he cared about how much he wanted her. Everything else be damned.

When he leaned his head forward by just an inch, Olivia met him for the rest of the way. They kissed hard as if they were trying to forget the trouble around them. His leg wobbled from where blood continued to pour out from the wound.

He would need to get something to stop the bleeding, at least. But with Olivia clinging to him as if he were her last breath, stopping the bleeding was the last thing on his mind.

Rick was careful not to jostle the cut on her forehead. It had almost closed, but still he didn't want to reopen any more wounds. Physical or mental.

Olivia, on the other hand, did not show him the same gentleness. Her hands clung to him, holding him to her. Gripping him so hard that if she didn't, he might vanish into thin air. And he almost did. That wretched man almost took away Emily and Rick from her. More tears swelled up in her eyes.

She pressed her eyelids closed and kissed Rick even harder to chase away all those thoughts.

A metallic tang filled both their mouths, and neither of them could say from whom it had come. They only cared about how the other felt in their arms. Rick held her tight, feeling her soft body against his. She ran her fingers through his messy hair, feeling his strong face.

The kiss was full of different feelings like they did not care about anything else. Rick's breath came out in sputters, and his nose throbbed like someone had ripped it clean off his face, but he'd dared not stop.

Not now when Olivia was finally giving herself over to him with no restraints. He felt her gentle lips and relaxed. If he concentrated only on her for long enough, the pain would disappear.

They kissed in sync like they were one. They did not feel the pain anymore, only the want that propelled them further. They did not want to let go like they were afraid of losing each other. They didn't care for the rest of the world.

The mixture of salt and iron on their tongues intensified, and it only made this moment all the more real. It made them feel alive. Rick pressed his lips against her neck, a gentle exploration that sent shivers down Olivia's spine. His hands, firm yet tender, seized her hips, drawing her into an embrace that felt almost electric.

In the heat of the moment, Rick pulled her close, as close as two souls entwined in a passionate dance. Olivia's delicate fingers traced the contours of his back, a deliberate dance of sensation, sidestepping his tender side. Each touch, each heartbeat, was filled with desire and yearning.

It was almost like she could feel his pain, and her soft caress was the balm that could take all the aches away. It was like she was his own personal. To get addicted to and to heal him.

Olivia was the first to pull back, and as she brought her big doe eyes to meet his, Rick's breath stalled. She knew what they had done, and she did not regret it. Not one bit. There was no hesitation in those eyes. There was just gratitude and adoration and relief.

She tipped her head up as if demanding another kiss. Who was Rick to say no to that? Rick kissed her again, and he felt free. This time, there was no gentleness, no holding back, and no careful, probing touches. Rick threw caution to the wind, and pressed his hands to her ass, hauling her close.

Olivia hitched one leg over Rick's hip, opening her legs, and completely handing herself over to Rick to do as he wished. And just for that, he'd worship her for all days to come. He lifted her dress up to her waist, all the while his tongue dove into her mouth repeatedly.

He swallowed down her moans, as he fucked her mouth, her soft tongue gliding against his as it were made just for him. He bit down on her lip, tugging it and mentally rejoiced at how she whined at the sudden pleasurable pain.

Rick slid his hands down to grab handfuls of her plump ass. He massaged the round flesh and ground against her, his own cock straining against his zipper. His fingers dipped under her panties to properly grab onto her, and she melted in his arms. So willing. So compliant.

Rick guided her to the nearest wall and pressed her against it. His entire body trapping hers, and even if she wanted to escape, she couldn't. Not that she seemed to want to. One hand came in front to massage her dripping wet pussy.

His index finger swirled over her clit, and she cried out. Rick was quick to smash his mouth over hers, drinking down her moans. He pushed his finger her, and groaned when he felt her tight walls clamp down on him.

"Touch me, Mrs Clarke," he whispered over her lips, his desire evident, "I want you to."

Olivia responded with a subtle nod, her hands quivering as they skillfully unbuckled his belt, popped open the buttons of his jeans, and slipped inside. To her surprise, he was already leaking profusely.

Her fingers caressed him gently, tracing a path of pleasure that seemed to ignite every nerve in his body. Rick's breath caught, and the intensity built with each stroke.

She stroked him once, twice, and Rick felt like he was about to blow. The dryness was almost painful, but the pain just brought more pleasure, and more pleasure just brought about a euphoric sense of flying that he never wanted to get rid of.

He bucked his hips against Olivia's touch, and she threw her head back, biting her lip and stifling more of those delicious moans as Rick added another finger. His fingers moved in tandem with her stroking as he alternated between pressing down on her clit and fucking her senseless with just his digits.

Olivia squirmed and gasped and when it became too much, she dropped her head on his shoulder.

"Rick," she moaned. "I need you inside me."

Sirens rang in Rick's head, but he clamped them down. "Mrs Clarke—"

"Now, Rick. Please." Olivia looked into Rick's eyes, almost pleading him.

That did it. Rick moved back, removing his fingers from her, the same time Olivia let go of him. Just when he reached and tugged Olivia's panties down her knees, he heard a soft creak and looked to the side to see the source.

"Rick!"

He was met with his father's face, dazed and confused. It was as if time had slowed down, and he was experiencing everything in slow motion. He watched as his father's expression changed from tired to wide-eyed to disgusted and then finally settled on shocked.

"Ehh..." Olivia stood frozen in his tight grasp, a barely audible gasp escaping her lips, that would have gone unnoticed, but Rick heard her.

Rick felt the urge to release her, to guide his father outside and find a quiet place to unravel the tangled mess that had unfolded. Yet, the bewilderment and dread mirrored in his father's eyes suggested that coherent conversation might be a distant hope.

But he was quick enough to stand in front of Olivia. Instinctively, he positioned himself in front of Olivia, shielding her from his father's gaze. He couldn't bear the thought of his father witnessing Olivia in such a state. Olivia was almost naked, her panty still in Rick's hand.

In that moment, Rick looked at his father not as his 'Dad' but as any other man, and Olivia as his woman.

"Dad," Rick spoke with a frown, "What are you doing here?"

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