Rejected: A love story-Chapter 78: The past 2 ; rated 18

"Leila, please..." Natasha’s voice was a plea, but for what? To stop? To continue? She couldn’t tell anymore.

Leila’s response was to capture her mouth again, harder this time, her tongue slipping past her parted lips to claim territory. Natasha’s hands fisted in Leila’s hair, pulling her closer even as tears pricked her eyes. The kiss turned hungry, desperate—Leila’s free hand cupping Natasha’s breast through her shirt, and her thumb circling the hardening nipple with expert pressure. Natasha arched into it, a moan vibrating against Leila’s lips.

"That’s it," Leila breathed, breaking away to trail kisses down Natasha’s neck, sucking marks into her skin.

"Let go, Tasha. Forget everything else. Just feel me."

She unbuttoned Natasha’s jeans with deft fingers, zipper rasping in the quiet room, and slipped her hand inside, over the thin fabric of her panties. Natasha was already wet, slick heat soaking through, and Leila groaned in approval.

"You’re so ready for me. You lie with your words, but your pussy tells the truth."

Natasha’s head fell back against the wall, her eyes squeezing shut as Leila’s fingers rubbed slow circles over her clit, the friction building pressure that coiled tight in her belly.

"This is wrong... Leila someone might know...’

’Let them,’ Leila whispered, sliding two fingers beneath the damp cotton, parting Natasha’s folds and pushing inside with a smooth thrust. Natasha gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily, and her walls clenching around the intrusion. Leila pumped them steadily, curling to hit that spot that made Natasha’s knees weaken.

"He has never fuck you like this. Has never make you come undone until you’re begging.’

Natasha’s hands gripped Leila’s shoulders, nails digging in as pleasure spiked, too overwhelming. She rocked against Leila’s hand, chasing the release her body demanded, even as her mind fractured. Memories flooded at once— those nights in this very house, Leila’s mouth and tongue on het, lapping at her clit until she screamed; with her fingers buried deep while Leila whispered filthy words; the way Leila had owned her completely, body and soul.

"Fuck," Natasha panted, her voice breaking. "Leila... harder."

Leila obliged, adding a third finger, stretching her, her thumb pressing firmly on her clit. She captured Natasha’s nipple between her teeth through the shirt, biting down just enough to blend pain with ecstasy. Natasha’s orgasm crashed over her fast, walls fluttering around Leila’s fingers as she cried out, her body shuddering against the wall.

Leila didn’t stop, drawing it in and out, milking every tremor until Natasha sagged, boneless and spent. Only then did she withdraw her hand, then slick her fingers trailing up to Natasha’s lips.

"Taste yourself," she commanded softly, pressing them inside.

Natasha sucked instinctively, the tang of her own arousal mixing with Leila’s skin, her eyes locked on hers in a haze of submission. Guilt twisted in her gut, but so did desire—deeper, darker, insatiable.

Natasha slumped against the wall, her jeans still sagging open around her hips, her thighs was trembling from the aftershocks of her release. Her chest rose and fell in shallow pants, the slick evidence of her climax cooling on her skin. But Leila’s gaze burned into her, unyielding, that satisfied smirk curling her lips as she licked her fingers clean, savoring the taste like a predator relishing its kill.

"Not done yet," Leila said, her voice a husky command that brooked no argument. She dropped to her knees in one fast motion, her hands gripping Natasha’s thighs and yanking her jeans down further, exposing the soaked panties clinging to her swollen folds. Natasha’s gasp, a weak protest forming on her lips, but Leila silenced it with a sharp tug, ripping the fabric aside and baring her completely.

"Leila, wait—" Natasha started, but the words dissolved into a gasp as Leila’s mouth descended without mercy. Her tongue plunged straight into Natasha’s dripping entrance, lapping up the fresh arousal with broad, insistent strokes. Natasha’s hands flew to Leila’s hair, her fingers twisting in the dark strands.

Leila devoured her like a woman possessed, lips sealing around Natasha’s clit and sucking hard, the vacuum pull sending jolts of fire through her core. She alternated between fierce suction and rapid flicks of her tongue, circling the sensitive nub before drawing it deep into her mouth again, her teeth grazing just enough to edge the pain into pleasure. Natasha’s hips jerked forward, grinding against Leila’s face, her body betraying any lingering resistance.

"Fuck, oh god," Natasha moaned, her head thudding back against the wall. Leila’s hands dug into her ass, her nails biting into flesh as she spread Natasha wider, with her tongue thrusting inside her channel now, fucking her with wet, probing licks that reached deeper than fingers ever could. She hummed against the slick heat, the vibration buzzing straight to Natasha’s nerves, making her clench and quiver.

Leila pulled back for a breath, strings of saliva and Natasha’s juices connecting her lips to the glistening pussy before her. "You taste like mine," she growled, then dove back in, sucking Natasha’s inner lips into her mouth one by one, tugging and releasing with rhythmic pulls that had Natasha’s knees buckling. One hand slid up, two fingers plunging back inside to curl against her g-spot while Leila’s tongue battered her clit relentlessly, the dual assault building pressure that bordered on overwhelming.

Natasha’s cries grew louder, echoing off the walls of the house that held their secrets. She rode Leila’s face shamelessly now, her thighs clamping around her head, the scent of her own pussy filling the air. Leila didn’t relent—sucking harder, lasing her tongue faster, her free hand slapping Natasha’s ass in sharp, stinging smacks that made her yelp and arch.

"Come on my tongue," Leila demanded between slurps, the words muffled against wet skin. She latched onto Natasha’s clit again, sucking with bruising force, fingers pumping in a brutal rhythm that stretched and filled her. Natasha shattered, orgasm ripping through her like lightning, and her walls spasming around Leila’s digits as she flooded her mouth with a gush of release.

Leila drank it all, tongue scooping every drop, prolonging the waves until Natasha sagged, sobbing with the intensity. Only then did she ease off, kissing the quivering thighs softly, her chin slick and shining. She rose slowly, cupping Natasha’s face and kissing her deeply, sharing the tangy flavor of her own pleasure.

"Told you," Leila whispered, eyes locked on Natasha’s dazed ones. "You can’t run from this. From us."

Natasha trembled, the guilt crashing back in, her body was still trembling from orgasm. Whatever had just happened was the continuation of old forgotten memories.