I kiss her shoulder and loosen my pressure on her throbbing clit, still barely circling it. "Incredible."
"Yeah," she breathes. "But if you're going to keep doing that..."
Her pussy clasps around my cock, and I take the opportunity to put two fingers on both sides of her clit and continue working it. Cora whimpers and gradually pushes back onto my still-hard cock, and I wonder how it's possible for me to be so fucking erect after such an intense orgasm. Usually, I need a little downtime between sessions, but right now, my desire is at an all-time high.
I ignore any preconceived notions and thrust into her, savoring the chance to allow her warm, tight pussy to consume me.
If I could curl up inside of it and live there forever, I would. But that's not possible, so instead, I fuck her senseless.
Cora pushes into me, and I buck against her, sitting up to get a hold of her hips.
I keep one hand circling her clit and spit onto her ass before pressing my thumb along her puckered hole. I listen to her body as it reacts to me and decide to push in slightly and apply more pressure.
Cora moans and shoves into me harder and my cock hardens in response.
Not holding back, I fuck her with more force and slide my fingers over her clit to send us both over the edge once again.
I slam her hungry pussy and don't let up until we're finished with each other.
"Holy shit," I blurt out. "That's never happened before." Slowly, I pull out of her and steady her hips as I guide her body onto the bed. "Did I hurt you?"
Cora lands on her side, her hair a mess and sweat gleaning on her forehead. "Not at all. That was fucking hot."
I press a gentle kiss on her lips and plop down onto my side, too, toward her. "Do you want to shower?"
She nods her head. "Yeah, but I don't think I can walk."
"I've got you, baby." I hold out my hand for her to latch on to, and once I have her up, I drag her shirt over her head and toss it onto the floor. I do the same with mine and admire her naked body for a second before inching her closer and scooping her into my arms.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I know damn well I'm in trouble, but if I'm going to be fired...or killed...for being late, I might as well enjoy myself first.
16
CORA
Why couldn't Alec have confessed his feelings for me a month ago...six months ago...hell, when we first met? Because maybe then I wouldn't have been so fucking stupid in signing myself up for being Ricardo's personal baby-making machine.
On paper, we get along well. Me and Alec, not me and Ricardo. We have ambition and drive and so much fun together. Our conversations are deep and meaningful and we still manage to bring out the inner child in each other. Don't get me started on the chemistry...it's off the charts.
Maybe it was meant to be this way? Had I known how Alec felt sooner, I could have sabotaged it. I could have pushed him away with my anxieties and darkness and we would have been doomed from the start. Either way, I would have ended up with my feelings hurt and alone. At least this way, I'm a bit more in control of the situation.
But the way he touches my body and seems to know me better than I know myself—it makes me question everything.
I thought my night with Silver was mind-blowing, and then my world was rocked by Alec. Sweet, caring, so fucking sexy, Alec.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined he would fuck like that. Sure, a girl could wish for it, but after getting absolutely railed by him, I'm not sure what reality I'm in anymore.
With my cheeks rosy and wearing nothing but some clothes I borrowed from Alec, I walk along the sidewalk outside of his place and make my way toward my parents’ house.
I need to change and go over some work things and hopefully ignore the shit out of my dad.
Alec wanted to drive me, but I insisted. Partially because I needed some fresh air, but mostly because I was afraid once the sex left his thoughts that he would question me about what I said last night.
I may have been drunk, but I remember every word that left my mouth. Quite a bit of the night is blurry, except the very vivid memory of telling him I killed my boss and Ricardo bought me to make him a baby.
What the fuck was I thinking?
It's not that Idon'twant to confess to Alec and trust that he could help me, but how could I be so foolish? Alec isn't in the dark and dangerous aspects of that world the way that June and her men are. Telling Alec would only put him in danger, and I can't afford to be so reckless.
