Chapter 20 #5
“Nah,” he said low and sure. “I’m firing you.
.. so you can be mine.” Her eyes softened, but her heart beat even harder.
He wasn’t done. “I never met no one like you, Sevyn. You see through me. Through all th e cold. The Ice. You don’t treat me like I’m broken or damaged or some monster with blood on his hands.
You see the man I forgot was still in here.
” He touched his chest, his voice a shade away from trembling.
“I don’t want a therapist. I want you. I want you in every fuckin’ way a man can want a woman. I love you.”
Tears welled up in Sevyn’s eyes before she could stop them. She wasn’t prepared—not for this. Not for him.
But Hassan wasn’t finished.
“I don’t know if I even understand love all the way. Don’t know if I’ll get this shit right. I might mess up... I probably will mess up. But I won’t ever hurt you on purpose. I’ll risk everything to figure this out with you. You’re worth that, Sevyn.”
Her breath caught in her throat as the weight of his words slammed into her chest like a wave. Her hands cupped his face, eyes locking with his.
“I love you too, Hassan,” she whispered, voice cracking under the truth.
And when she kissed him—it wasn’t just heat, or hunger, or want.
It was surrender. It was real. And this time, neither of them would run.
Hassan kissed her like he needed her to breathe, lips traveling from her mouth to her neck, down her chest, and lower—leaving a trail of heat that set her whole body on fire. He didn’t rush. He worshipped. Devoured every inch of her until he was kneeling at her thighs, eyes locked on hers.
Without breaking that gaze, he slid his tongue beneath the waistband of her red lace panties, teasing her skin as he took them off with his mouth—slowly, deliberately. Her breath hitched, her thighs trembled, and when he finally dropped them to the floor, she was already soaked.
Then he grabbed her legs, lifted them, and folded them gently behind her head like she was a gift he was unwrapping just for him.
Sevyn gasped. She didn’t even have time to process before his tongue attacked her pussy like she was his last meal. Slurping. Sucking. Licking. His mouth moved with hunger, with reverence, with possession.
“Fuck, San!” she cried, her body shaking as his tongue worked its magic, dragging across her folds, sucking on her clit with just enough pressure to make her toes curl.
He dove deeper, thrusting his tongue inside her, fucking her with it like he was trying to reach her soul. Her back arched, her moans spilled out uncontrollably, her hands tangling in the sheets like she was trying to keep from floating away.
“Oh my... fuck!” she whimpered as he slid two fingers inside her, curli ng them just right as he sucked on her clit again.
"You still mad at me, Sevyn?" he asked, voice low and dangerous between her thighs, like he’d go even harder if she said yes.
Sevyn shook her head, eyes fluttering closed, body trembling. “No… no, I’m not mad.”
“Good,” he growled, “because this pussy’s too sweet to be mad at me.”
Then he went back in, devouring her like a man starved, lips wrapped around her clit, tongue flicking, swirling, relentless.
She came with a scream, hips jerking, legs tightening around his head as her orgasm tore through her like a storm.
But he didn’t stop. He eased her down with his fingers, letting her ride every wave.
“You mine, Sevyn?” Hassan asked, voice low and thick with need as his fingers worked deeper inside her, curling just right, hitting that spot that made her entire body tense.
Her back arched, her mouth fell open, but no words came yet—just gasps and moans.
“Mm?” he hummed against her, eyes locked on hers, demanding her answer as he leaned in and wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking slow but firm again while never stopping the motion of his fingers.
“Y-yes… fuck, yes!” Sevyn cried out, her voice breaking as her leg jerked, trembling under the pressure of the orgasm building fast, threatening to take her under.
As she tried to catch her breath, she watched him rise—his shorts already on the floor, his thick, curved dick standing tall, hard, and glistening. Her breath hitched again, but this time for a different reason.
“I want to taste you,” she said boldly, licking her lips, hunger burning in her eyes.
That look alone almost made him nut on sight.
He slid his fingers out of her slowly—coated in her slick—and brought them to her lips, dragging them across her mouth. She opened willingly, tasting herself on his skin. Hassan leaned down and kissed her, deep and filthy, until they both tasted nothing but her sweetness and need.
“You want this dick in your mouth?” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and thick.
She nodded, pupils blown wide with desire.
Hassan stepped back, letting her drop to her knees in front of him.
The view alone had him gripping the back of his neck, trying to keep control.
Sevyn was already the baddest woman he’d ever touched— but seeing her down there, lips parted, eyes fixed on him, ready to take all of him? That shit made his heart pound.
She gripped his dick with both hands, slowly swirling her tongue around the swollen tip, teasing him, testing his patience. A deep groan rumble d from his chest. “Fuck…”
Then she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, until his tip hit the back of her throat. She didn’t flinch. She just adjusted and sucked him deeper, her throat tightening around him like silk.
“Shit, Sevyn…” he growled, voice cracking as she found a rhythm. Her hands stroked what her mouth didn’t reach, and her tongue worked him like he was her favorite flavor.
He grabbed her ponytail, holding her steady, and thrust deeper. She took him, no gag, just greed—like she craved his release as much as he craved hers.
His legs tensed. His hands tightened. His breath hitched.
She was wrecking him from the inside out. And the fucked-up part? She didn’t even know it yet.
Hassan looked down—and instantly regretted it.
Because the moment his eyes met Sevyn’s, she was still devouring his dick like it was her last breath. Her tongue was wild, her throat tight, her lips sloppy and soaking him in spit. Her eyes, though— those eyes stayed locked on him like she wanted to watch him come undone.
“Fuck... what the fuck—” he moaned, voice guttural, eyes rolling back like she’d stolen his soul. His legs damn near buckled from the way she worked him, mouth gliding fast, messy, and wet with all the slurping sounds that should be illegal.
And then it happened—his body stiffened, his grip tightening in her hair as he nutted deep in her throat, filling her mouth to the brim. Sevyn didn’t flinch. She swallowed every drop like she needed the taste of him to live.
But Hassan? He wasn’t about to let it end there.
“Nah, fuck that,” he growled, lifting her up like she weighed nothing, catching her off guard as she gasped and giggled—until her pussy was eye-level with his mouth.
She didn’t get to laugh long.
Because Hassan buried his face between her thighs, tongue lashing her clit like it owed him something. His grip locked her in place midair, holding her effortlessly as his tongue circled and sucked with wicked precision.
“Yessss... shit!” Sevyn screamed, her eyes rolling back, her body shaking as her legs clenched around his head.
Seconds later, he dropped her down onto his dick, and she slid onto him with ease—wet, tight, and trembling.
Their moans met in sync. The stretch. The slide. The pressure. It hit them both like a wave. Hassan’s dick was deep and thick inside her, his strokes brutal from underneath, hips slapping loud against her a ss, filling the room with thunder.
Sevyn clung to him, arms wrapped tight, riding him like she was chasing her next high. And he gave it all to her, every inch, every grind, every thrust like he wanted to ruin her for any man who tried to have her.
He bit down on his lip, fighting his moans—but the rawness of her pussy swallowing him bare was too much. Too hot. Too wet. Too fucking perfect.
If Sevyn thought for one second she was going back to being his therapist, his friend—she had him fucked up. She was his now. And he wasn’t ever letting her go.
“Hassan...” she cried, her voice shaky, her body teetering on the edge again.
He laid her down without slipping out, digging even deeper as he rolled his hips against hers. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he whispered, breath hot against her skin as he fucked her slow but hard, rolling every inch of her into his rhythm.
Sevyn didn’t get to answer.
She exploded—again. Wetness spilled from her, soaking the sheets, her cream glistening on his dick as she screamed his name.
Hassan now had her legs pinned behind her head, his strokes deep, hard, and punishing in the most delicious way.
Her cum still coated his dick from the last orgasm he ripped out of her, making each thrust wetter, nastier, louder.
Sevyn’s eyes fluttered as her head fell back off the sheets, the pressure of him hitting every part of her making her feel him all in her stomach.
“Look at me,” Hassan growled, his voice dark and demanding, yet dripping with need. He held her legs tighter, and when her teary, fucked-out eyes finally met his, something inside him snapped. His pace got wilder—deeper—and she felt it all, body trembling as her orgasm crept closer again.
Her curls were a mess around her face, her lips parted, and the way she moaned his name made him damn near lose it. He bent lower, never letting up, then took one of her pretty-ass toes into his mouth, sucking it slow and dirty like it was his favorite treat.
“Oh my god… yes, baby… fuuuuck, Hassan!” Sevyn screamed as the mix of his mouth and dick had her unraveling. She clawed at the sheets, her body locking up under him as her orgasm came crashing down like a tidal wave.
Hassan’s control snapped. He flipped her over, pounding her from behind, smacking into her ass with every stroke like he was staking a claim.
“Fuck! Ha... San!” she yelled, fingers gripping the sheets, mouth open, eyes rolling as her brain turned to mush. He felt her clenching, milkin g his dick like her pussy never wanted to let him go.
He nutted hard, deep, thick ropes spilling inside her raw—but he wasn’t done.
After shooting every ounce of his nut in her, he dipped low and spread her open, dragging his tongue over her ass. Slow. Deep. Dirty. He'd never eaten ass before, but Sevyn had him crossing every boundary, and he didn’t give a fuck.
He licked her like she was a sweet dessert, switching between her pussy and her ass, savoring her taste like he needed it to survive. And when she came again, legs trembling, body weak and sensitive—he wasn’t finished.
“Ride yo shit, baby,” he ordered, voice low and hungry. Sevyn didn’t hesitate.
She straddled him, dropping down with that tight, warm grip as her ass clapped against his thighs, bouncing on his dick like she knew exactly what he liked. He gripped her waist, biting his lip, head tilted back as she rolled her hips just right.
“Shittttt,” he hissed, watching her ride with a vengeance. Her moans were reckless now. Loud. Unfiltered. His name falling from her lips like a prayer and a curse.
They went all night. Round after round. Sweat-slicked, tangled in each other, fucking like they were trying to break the bed and stitch their souls together in the process.
Hassan usually tapped out after one nut—most women he dealt with couldn’t keep up with him.
Either they were too weak, too lazy, or just not good enough to make him want more.
But Sevyn? She was different. She matched his pace, his pressure, his rhythm.
Her pussy was the kind of addiction that snatched his focus and fucked with his self-control.
No matter how hard he tried to pull back, he kept diving in for more—kept tasting her, feeling her, craving every inch like she was made just for him.
By the time the sun started to rise, Sevyn knew what it was. Knew exactly what she had become.
Hassan was no longer her client.
And she had no plans of letting him go either.