Master of Lust

Chapter - 253

Rick rested his chin on her shoulder, his head moving closer toward her damp hair. As he inhaled, the scent of roses and vanilla filled his senses, the sweet fragrance curling into his nostrils and igniting something deep within him. It was intoxicating, the fresh, clean scent mingling with the subtle warmth of her skin. His heartbeat quickened in response, a rush of sensation overwhelming him. The softness of her body pressed against him only heightened the moment, and he could feel his pulse race in his chest as a wave of desire swelled inside him.

The gentle sway of Olivia's body as she continued to stir the pot, the rhythmic movement of her hips, and the inviting scent of her damp hair all worked together to stir a deeper need in Rick. His arms tightened slightly around her waist, feeling the rise and fall of her breath beneath his touch.

His lips brushed against Olivia's neck, still damp from the bath. The coolness of her skin sent a shiver down Rick's spine. He pressed his lips on, firmer, feeling her soft skin, the sweet scent of the body wash, still fresh, making Rick's urges stronger.

Olivia's breath hitched as she felt his lips on her skin, but she quickly turned her head slightly, whispering, "Rick... stop." Her voice was soft. "This is not the right time… Emily could come in any moment..."

She might have been right, but the pull he felt from Olivia's body was irresistible. He moved down to Oliva's exposed top back, putting soft kisses on her silky skin.

"Stop…"

Before Olivia could finish her words, Rick licked her with his tongue.

"Ah!", Olivia moaned as an electrifying sensation ran across her body, feeling the wet tongue grazing her skin.

"Do you like it?", Rick feeling Olivia's emotion rising, placed his hands on her thighs. He slowly started rubbing them. Gradually Olivia's focus shifted from cooking, towards Rick. Rick slowly started moving up, towards her under thighs. Rick slowly caressed her soft muscles, just below her love spot, making Olivia moan.

"Hmmm… Ahhh!", Olivia's moans became louder and breaths heavier, as she began losing herself to Rick's sensual touches.

Rick's fingers voyaged upwards, towards the forbidden spot.

"I see! You are not wearing anything. Were you expecting me darling?", Rick inquired, slowly caressing her mound.

"It's just… ahh! I just bathed… and… Ohh! I… was a little wet and… didn't want to… Hmmm... ahh...!", Olivia struggled to form sentences, moaning in between as her body danced to Rick's electrifying touches.

Rick moved down, on to his knees, he lift up her grown, uncovering her. He moved his head between her thighs, and kissed her wet pussy.

His tongue ventured over her wet mound, while he entered his fingers slightly into her depth.

"Haaa! Ohhh… I can't… anymore…", Olivia's mind was already in mayhem, as Rick's touches casted an electrifying spell on her nerves an senses.

Rick, watching his lover yearning for more, entered his tongue inside her warm and wet pussy while rubbing her clit.

"Oooh! Mhhmmm! Sweet heart…", Olivia's moan intensified, as her body started swaying under Rick's touch.

"Are you enjoying it?", Rick began increasing his speed.

With each passing moment Oliva's body felt an intense shiver and her moans were becoming louder.

"Oh, baby! Cum for me!", Rick prepared for the climax as he felt Olivia's body getting stiff.

"Ah! Oooh… Ahh!", releasing herself, she struggled to stand still as her mind was lost in ecstasy.

"Is there something burning?" a loud voice came from the living room.

"Oh god! Emily!", Olivia suddenly snapped back to her senses and pushed Rick aside.

"Mom what are you doing? Can't you see something is burning? And what are you doing there, Rick?", Emily enquired upon entering the room.

"Oh! It's… I…", suddenly caught off-guard by her daughter, Olivia struggled to come up with an excuse.

"The heat suddenly increases", Rick acted quickly on his wits, "and I was trying to fix that!"

Emily stared at them as is she wasn't fully convinced but soon after she dismissed the issue and went towards the dining table.

Olivia, still slightly flustered, quickly composed herself and brought a new batch of pancakes to the table. The table was already set with a jug of milk, bowls of sliced strawberries and bananas, a small jar of honey, and a bottle of maple syrup glistening in the morning light. The smell of warm pancakes mixed with the sweetness of fruit and syrup created a cosy atmosphere, though there was still an undercurrent of awkwardness in the air after Emily's sudden entrance.

Olivia placed the pancakes in front of Emily, who had already taken a seat at the dining table. "How did you sleep, honey?" Olivia asked

Emily smiled, reaching for a pancake and drizzling a generous amount of maple syrup over it. "I slept so much better," she said with a sigh of relief. "It felt amazing to be in my own bed again, without the constant beeping of machines or that awful chemical smell. For the first time in a long while, I wasn't waking up every hour."

"That's wonderful to hear, sweetheart," Olivia said, a warm smile spreading across her face. She sat down next to Emily, placing a hand on her daughter's arm. "Very soon, you'll be fully recovered, and this will all be behind us."

Emily nodded, her eyes bright, feeling hopeful for the first time in what felt like forever. "Yeah, I hope so. It's nice to feel normal again."

As Emily took another bite of her pancake, she glanced up at Rick, who was seated across the table. Her expression shifted from contentment to mild concern, as if something had been on her mind. She swallowed the mouthful and placed her fork down, looking directly at him.

"Rick, can I ask you for some help?" she began, her voice a little hesitant. "I've been out of school for so long because of... well, you know, everything. It's been hard to keep up with my studies, and I feel like I've missed so much. I was wondering if you could help me catch up. You know, with schoolwork, or even just explaining some things I might have missed. It would really mean a lot."

Rick shook his head with a small chuckle. "I don't think I'd be much help, Emily. I haven't been to university much either." He paused, then added, "Anyway, I have to visit the traffic police. I already got a call this morning about last night's accident."

Both Olivia and Emily exchanged worried glances, their faces tense with concern. "Are we going to be in trouble?" Emily asked, her voice soft but anxious.
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Rick waved a hand dismissively. "Relax, I haven't mentioned either of you to the traffic police. I'm just going to give a simple statement about the accident, and that's it. No need to worry."

Olivia, still frowning, asked, "But have they caught the driver yet? Do they know why he was trying to run us over?"

Rick shook his head. "For now, they're treating it as a simple accident. No real harm was done, so they're not following up too seriously."

"But Rick, that man was clearly trying to hit us!" Olivia said, her voice rising in concern. "You should tell them what really happened."

Rick placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I already know who's behind this. I'll take care of everything myself."

Both Olivia and Emily looked at him, silently asking for more explanation, but Rick just smiled, offering no further details, and turned to leave.

Rick arrived at the traffic police station, a squat brick building with an American flag fluttering lazily in the morning breeze. The station looked well-worn, with faded lettering on the sign out front and a steady flow of patrol cars pulling in and out of the lot.

The front desk was cluttered with paperwork, coffee cups, and radios that crackled with constant chatter. A few officers in blue uniforms were busy either answering phones or typing furiously on keyboards, while others moved briskly between cubicles or spoke into their radios. The walls were adorned with bulletin boards plastered with notices, wanted posters, and reminders about traffic violations. A large framed portrait of the chief of police hung near the entrance, looking stern and authoritative.

The waiting area was lined with uncomfortable metal chairs bolted to the floor, and a few civilians sat nervously, likely waiting to file reports or contest tickets. A vending machine hummed in the corner, offering stale snacks and sodas, and a television mounted on the wall played muted news coverage. The faint smell of stale coffee mixed with the scent of paperwork that had been sitting out too long filled the room.

Rick approached the reception desk, where a young officer behind the counter glanced up from her screen. Her uniform was crisp, but her expression tired, probably a sign of a long shift.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice professional but tinged with impatience.

"Yeah, I'm here about the truck and car accident last night. I got a call from Inspector Yumi Marcels to give a statement."

She nodded and typed something into the computer. "Have a seat. Inspector Marcels will be with you in a moment."

Rick sat down, the chair cold and uncomfortable beneath him. The hum of police activity continued around him—phones ringing, officers discussing cases, the occasional burst of laughter from a nearby cubicle. He watched as officers came and went, each moving with purpose, some carrying stacks of paperwork, others gripping radios or keys to squad cars.

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