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Chapter 32: Rizal (Act 8)
Rizal gently turned Lina to face him, his hands firm yet tender on her shoulders. Lina’s gaze remained averted, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. She opened her mouth to protest once more, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Rizal, please… we shouldn’t..”
“Shh,” he interrupted softly, his tone almost pleading as he guided her down onto the bed. He settled beside her, his eyes never leaving her face despite her refusal to meet his gaze. “Just let me have this,” he murmured, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
Lina’s lips parted as if to argue again, but before she could speak, Rizal leaned in, capturing her mouth with his. She turned her face away, a small whimper escaping her, but Rizal persisted, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, insistent kiss. Slowly, reluctantly, she surrendered, her body melting into the mattress as he deepened the kiss.
Their mouths moved together in a heated rhythm, tongues tangling in a dance that was both desperate and tender. Rizal’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Lina’s moans grew louder, her fingers clutching at the sheets as pleasure surged through her.
He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her lips as he murmured, “You’re so beautiful, Lina. I can’t get enough of you.” His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them gently before he lowered his head to lavish attention on each one. His tongue circled her nipples teasingly before he took one into his mouth, sucking gently.
Lina’s back arched, a sharp gasp escaping her as he switched to the other breast. The sensations were overwhelming, and she gripped the mattress tightly, her nails digging into the fabric. “Rizal…” she breathed, her voice trembling. “It’s too much…”
“I could do this all night,” he murmured against her skin, his words sending a shiver down her spine. He continued to suckle at her breasts, his hands kneading them gently as he worshipped her body. Lina’s moans grew louder, her face burning with a mix of pleasure and shame.
Suddenly, the sharp ring of her phone shattered the intimate moment. Lina froze, her heart pounding as she recognized the ringtone, it was Rahim again. The phone rang again, insistent and demanding. “I...I have to answer it,” she stammered, her voice shaky.
Rizal nodded reluctantly, slowing his movements but not stopping entirely. Lina reached for the phone, her hand trembling as she answered. “Hello?” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Lina, where are you?” Rahim’s concerned voice came through the line. “It’s almost 8PM. When are you coming home? I’m worried.”
Lina swallowed hard, her mind racing as Rizal resumed sucking at her breasts, his movements deliberate and intense. She bit back a moan, forcing herself to speak calmly. “I...I’m still with my friend,” she lied, her voice wavering slightly. “She’ll drop me off soon. I already prepared your meals for tonight.”
Rahim hesitated, his tone wary. “What’s that sound? It’s… strange.”
Lina’s heart skipped a beat as Rizal sucked harder, the wet noises impossibly loud in the quiet room. “Oh, um… it’s just the TV,” she stammered quickly. “We’re watching a movie.”
Rahim seemed to accept her explanation, though his worry was still evident. “Alright… just be careful, okay? Call me if you need anything.”
“I will,” Lina promised, relief flooding her as she ended the call. She dropped the phone onto the bed, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.
Rizal didn’t waste a moment. He shifted lower on the bed, his hands spreading her legs wide as he lowered his mouth to her pussy. Lina’s eyes widened as his tongue found her most sensitive spot, licking and sucking with an intensity that left her writhing. “Rizal, stop,” she pleaded, her voice shaking. “I need to go home…”
But he ignored her, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. The sensations were too much...too overwhelming and Lina couldn’t hold back her moans any longer.
Her hands fisted the sheets as he worked her body with relentless determination, drawing every ounce of pleasure from her until she climaxes once more.
Lina’s body convulsed as she finally climaxed, her breath escaping in ragged gasps. Rizal’s relentless tongue assault on her pussy had left her trembling, her thighs slick with her own arousal. She leaned back, her chest heaving, as Rizal moved between her parted legs. Her eyes widened as she saw his hard, erect cock throbbing with need, the veins pulsing visibly along its length. His eyes were bloodshot, a wild, feral look in them that she recognized from earlier when he had taken her four times with an almost animalistic fervor.
Rizal’s voice was low, dripping with desire as he spoke. “I want you again, Lina. At least four more times tonight. You’re not going home until I’m finished with you.” His hand gripped his thick cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly, as if to remind her of what was coming. The air around them felt charged, his aura shifting into something darker, more possessive. He was consumed by lust, and Lina could see it in every fiber of his being.
Lina’s heart raced as she realized the intensity of what he was saying. No, she thought, not again. Her body was already sore, her muscles aching from the earlier sessions. She couldn’t bear the thought of enduring another round, let alone four.
“Rizal, please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I’m too sore. We shouldn’t do this anymore. Please, keep your promise. You said earlier”
Her words were cut off as Rizal positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt him push slightly, the familiar stretch already overwhelming her senses. “Stop!” she screamed, her voice desperate and raw.
“Please, Rizal! Don’t do this!”
Her scream seemed to echo in the small space, and for a moment, time stood still. Rizal froze, his body tensing as if he had been snapped out of a trance. His grip on her hips loosened, and he blinked, the wildness in his eyes fading as he looked down at her tear-streaked face. Slowly, he pulled back, his breathing heavy but his expression softening.
“I’m sorry, Lina,” he murmured, his voice thick with shame. “I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to treat you like this.” His hands trembled as he ran them through his disheveled hair, unable to meet her eyes.
Lina sobbed, relief flooding through her as she saw the familiar Rizal returning, the man she knew before the lust had taken over.
She sat up, her body still trembling from the lingering intensity of what had almost happened as she grabbed a nearby towel and began to wipe herself clean, her movements slow and deliberate. Rizal turned away, giving her space, and quickly dressed himself in silence. Once he was done, he stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Lina took a moment to steady herself, her reflection in the mirror revealing just how exhausted and battered she looked. Her hair was a tangled mess, her makeup smudged, and her face pale. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to freshen up and regain some semblance of composure. She combed her fingers through her hair, reapplied some lipstick, and smoothed out her dress as best she could. She couldn’t let anyone see her like this, she thought. Not Rahim, not the neighbors, no one.
When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, Rizal was waiting for her quietly in the hallway. Without a word, he gestured for her to follow him. They moved swiftly through the cinema’s back exit, avoiding any chance of being seen by prying eyes. The tension between them was palpable, but neither of them spoke.
Rizal led her to his motorcycle parked in a dimly lit alley. He helped her onto the bike, his touch gentle and cautious, as if afraid she might break. He revved the engine softly and navigated through the evening traffic with care, his focus entirely on the road ahead. Lina clung to him, her mind racing with the memories of the afternoon from the intensity, the guilt, the undeniable thrill of it all.
Finally, they reached a secluded spot near Lina's flat block, far from any curious onlookers. Rizal brought the motorcycle to a stop and let the engine idle softly. The air between them was heavy with unspoken words, the weight of what had transpired hanging like a storm cloud. Neither of them moved for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts.
Lina’s heart pounded as she glanced at the familiar surroundings, knowing she was just a short walk away from home and Rahim.
“We’re here,” Rizal said finally, his voice low but steady, breaking the silence. He turned his head slightly, his sharp features catching the dim glow of the streetlight.
His eyes, once bloodshot with lust, now filled with remorse. “I’ll… I’ll walk you to your door.”
Lina hesitated, her fingers tightening around her purse. “No,” she said quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can manage.” She swung her leg off the bike, her dress hiking up slightly as she did so. She tugged it down self-consciously, feeling exposed in more ways than one.
Rizal dismounted as well, standing close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Lina,” he began, his tone pleading, “I’m sorry. I mean it. I don’t know what came over me earlier. I just… I couldn’t stop myself.”
She looked at him, her heart pounding in her chest. His eyes were earnest, but there was still something raw in them, something that made her stomach twist. “I know,” she murmured, though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed it. “Just… go home, Rizal. We both need to forget this ever happened.”
Rizal gently turned Lina to face him, his hands firm yet tender on her shoulders. Lina’s gaze remained averted, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. She opened her mouth to protest once more, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Rizal, please… we shouldn’t..”
“Shh,” he interrupted softly, his tone almost pleading as he guided her down onto the bed. He settled beside her, his eyes never leaving her face despite her refusal to meet his gaze. “Just let me have this,” he murmured, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
Lina’s lips parted as if to argue again, but before she could speak, Rizal leaned in, capturing her mouth with his. She turned her face away, a small whimper escaping her, but Rizal persisted, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, insistent kiss. Slowly, reluctantly, she surrendered, her body melting into the mattress as he deepened the kiss.
Their mouths moved together in a heated rhythm, tongues tangling in a dance that was both desperate and tender. Rizal’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Lina’s moans grew louder, her fingers clutching at the sheets as pleasure surged through her.
He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her lips as he murmured, “You’re so beautiful, Lina. I can’t get enough of you.” His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them gently before he lowered his head to lavish attention on each one. His tongue circled her nipples teasingly before he took one into his mouth, sucking gently.
Lina’s back arched, a sharp gasp escaping her as he switched to the other breast. The sensations were overwhelming, and she gripped the mattress tightly, her nails digging into the fabric. “Rizal…” she breathed, her voice trembling. “It’s too much…”
“I could do this all night,” he murmured against her skin, his words sending a shiver down her spine. He continued to suckle at her breasts, his hands kneading them gently as he worshipped her body. Lina’s moans grew louder, her face burning with a mix of pleasure and shame.
Suddenly, the sharp ring of her phone shattered the intimate moment. Lina froze, her heart pounding as she recognized the ringtone, it was Rahim again. The phone rang again, insistent and demanding. “I...I have to answer it,” she stammered, her voice shaky.
Rizal nodded reluctantly, slowing his movements but not stopping entirely. Lina reached for the phone, her hand trembling as she answered. “Hello?” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Lina, where are you?” Rahim’s concerned voice came through the line. “It’s almost 8PM. When are you coming home? I’m worried.”
Lina swallowed hard, her mind racing as Rizal resumed sucking at her breasts, his movements deliberate and intense. She bit back a moan, forcing herself to speak calmly. “I...I’m still with my friend,” she lied, her voice wavering slightly. “She’ll drop me off soon. I already prepared your meals for tonight.”
Rahim hesitated, his tone wary. “What’s that sound? It’s… strange.”
Lina’s heart skipped a beat as Rizal sucked harder, the wet noises impossibly loud in the quiet room. “Oh, um… it’s just the TV,” she stammered quickly. “We’re watching a movie.”
Rahim seemed to accept her explanation, though his worry was still evident. “Alright… just be careful, okay? Call me if you need anything.”
“I will,” Lina promised, relief flooding her as she ended the call. She dropped the phone onto the bed, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.
Rizal didn’t waste a moment. He shifted lower on the bed, his hands spreading her legs wide as he lowered his mouth to her pussy. Lina’s eyes widened as his tongue found her most sensitive spot, licking and sucking with an intensity that left her writhing. “Rizal, stop,” she pleaded, her voice shaking. “I need to go home…”
But he ignored her, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. The sensations were too much...too overwhelming and Lina couldn’t hold back her moans any longer.
Her hands fisted the sheets as he worked her body with relentless determination, drawing every ounce of pleasure from her until she climaxes once more.
Lina’s body convulsed as she finally climaxed, her breath escaping in ragged gasps. Rizal’s relentless tongue assault on her pussy had left her trembling, her thighs slick with her own arousal. She leaned back, her chest heaving, as Rizal moved between her parted legs. Her eyes widened as she saw his hard, erect cock throbbing with need, the veins pulsing visibly along its length. His eyes were bloodshot, a wild, feral look in them that she recognized from earlier when he had taken her four times with an almost animalistic fervor.
Rizal’s voice was low, dripping with desire as he spoke. “I want you again, Lina. At least four more times tonight. You’re not going home until I’m finished with you.” His hand gripped his thick cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly, as if to remind her of what was coming. The air around them felt charged, his aura shifting into something darker, more possessive. He was consumed by lust, and Lina could see it in every fiber of his being.
Lina’s heart raced as she realized the intensity of what he was saying. No, she thought, not again. Her body was already sore, her muscles aching from the earlier sessions. She couldn’t bear the thought of enduring another round, let alone four.
“Rizal, please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I’m too sore. We shouldn’t do this anymore. Please, keep your promise. You said earlier”
Her words were cut off as Rizal positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt him push slightly, the familiar stretch already overwhelming her senses. “Stop!” she screamed, her voice desperate and raw.
“Please, Rizal! Don’t do this!”
Her scream seemed to echo in the small space, and for a moment, time stood still. Rizal froze, his body tensing as if he had been snapped out of a trance. His grip on her hips loosened, and he blinked, the wildness in his eyes fading as he looked down at her tear-streaked face. Slowly, he pulled back, his breathing heavy but his expression softening.
“I’m sorry, Lina,” he murmured, his voice thick with shame. “I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to treat you like this.” His hands trembled as he ran them through his disheveled hair, unable to meet her eyes.
Lina sobbed, relief flooding through her as she saw the familiar Rizal returning, the man she knew before the lust had taken over.
She sat up, her body still trembling from the lingering intensity of what had almost happened as she grabbed a nearby towel and began to wipe herself clean, her movements slow and deliberate. Rizal turned away, giving her space, and quickly dressed himself in silence. Once he was done, he stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Lina took a moment to steady herself, her reflection in the mirror revealing just how exhausted and battered she looked. Her hair was a tangled mess, her makeup smudged, and her face pale. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to freshen up and regain some semblance of composure. She combed her fingers through her hair, reapplied some lipstick, and smoothed out her dress as best she could. She couldn’t let anyone see her like this, she thought. Not Rahim, not the neighbors, no one.
When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, Rizal was waiting for her quietly in the hallway. Without a word, he gestured for her to follow him. They moved swiftly through the cinema’s back exit, avoiding any chance of being seen by prying eyes. The tension between them was palpable, but neither of them spoke.
Rizal led her to his motorcycle parked in a dimly lit alley. He helped her onto the bike, his touch gentle and cautious, as if afraid she might break. He revved the engine softly and navigated through the evening traffic with care, his focus entirely on the road ahead. Lina clung to him, her mind racing with the memories of the afternoon from the intensity, the guilt, the undeniable thrill of it all.
Finally, they reached a secluded spot near Lina's flat block, far from any curious onlookers. Rizal brought the motorcycle to a stop and let the engine idle softly. The air between them was heavy with unspoken words, the weight of what had transpired hanging like a storm cloud. Neither of them moved for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts.
Lina’s heart pounded as she glanced at the familiar surroundings, knowing she was just a short walk away from home and Rahim.
“We’re here,” Rizal said finally, his voice low but steady, breaking the silence. He turned his head slightly, his sharp features catching the dim glow of the streetlight.
His eyes, once bloodshot with lust, now filled with remorse. “I’ll… I’ll walk you to your door.”
Lina hesitated, her fingers tightening around her purse. “No,” she said quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can manage.” She swung her leg off the bike, her dress hiking up slightly as she did so. She tugged it down self-consciously, feeling exposed in more ways than one.
Rizal dismounted as well, standing close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Lina,” he began, his tone pleading, “I’m sorry. I mean it. I don’t know what came over me earlier. I just… I couldn’t stop myself.”
She looked at him, her heart pounding in her chest. His eyes were earnest, but there was still something raw in them, something that made her stomach twist. “I know,” she murmured, though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed it. “Just… go home, Rizal. We both need to forget this ever happened.”
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