I turned around and walked away, knowing that in my drunken state, I had already said too much.
“Fine!” she shouted. “Leave! Go back to her! But don’t come to me and say things like ‘I want you’. If you wanted me, you would take me.”
I spun around, glaring at her. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Then you would be free to go after Jack. Then you can continue sleeping around for money!”
“How dare you!” she shouted. “You leave me like that, without a single word, and you have the audacity to call me a gold digger? Really? After how much I want you. How much I care for you. You dare—”
I cut her off with a kiss, pressing my lips to hers and shocking her. For a minute, she froze, and then she kissed me back. My body burned with desire as if it had been set on fire.I pulled her closer, pressing my body against hers, enjoying the feel of her curves as I traced my hands over her body. I had dreamed about her for days, fantasizing about her, missing her. And now, I had her in my arms, and I felt like I was in heaven.
“Gale,” she said breathlessly, pulling away. “What does this mean?”
“It means I want you, Hillary,” I said. “I want you to be mine.”
She looked into my eyes for a minute before kissing me back hungrily, and we collapsed on her bed.
“Then make me yours,” she whispered, looking into my eyes.
And then, I did.
Chapter 12
You Make Me Feel Like I Can Forget
Hillary Beck
Ilooked into Gale’s eyes, my heart throbbing in my chest with desire, need, and want. All these days, I had tried to resist Gale. Heartbroken by how he acted, I had tried to fight my own feelings for him. I ignored it when we were alone in a room, and I would feel the need to be with him. I ignored the dreams that ravaged my sleep, and I fought against my memories of him, even when I was with Jack. But I couldn’t do it anymore.
I let him push me toward the bed, kissing me with a gentleness and tenderness I had never experienced before. There was something different about the way he was touching me. It wasn't intense, fueled by lust and desire. No, this was more loving, more tender, more caring. His kisses were soft yet firm as he kissed me slowly. I trembled as he took my lower lip between his and lightly tugged. He sucked on it before softly kissing me again.
His touch was light and teasing, his fingertips gliding over my skin, making me writhe and tremble under him. His eyes looked into mine, filled with warmth and emotion I hadn’t seen before. His hand caressed my cheek as he leaned down and kissed me again, lovingly and lightly. We locked eyes as his hand traced over the curve of my body, and I slowly reached out and touched his chest, feeling his muscles ripple under my hands. I pushed him back until he was lying on the bed, and straddled him. He looked at me, completely entranced as I slipped my dress off and threw it on the floor.
I leaned down and kissed him, melding my lips with his. I unbuttoned his shirt and I slowly started to trace down his skin, feeling his pecs under my hands. His chest was so hard and muscular, and I felt myself getting wet at the very feel of it. I trailed kisses down his chest as I unbuttoned his shirt, and slowly trailed down to his stomach. I stopped at the edge of his trousers then undid the belt.
“Hillary,” he gasped as I pressed against his throbbing member, and he groaned. I smiled to myself as I slowly undid his zipper and pulled his trousers down. I freed his pulsating cock, and instantly took it in my mouth, feeling its hardness and its strength. I sucked it fervently, enjoying the way it throbbed. I took the tip in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, and watched with a smile as he trembled.
“Hillary,” he gasped. “Don’t tease.”
I just smiled and placed light kisses on it before taking him in my mouth again. He grabbed the back of my hair gently, thrusting into my mouth as I sucked him off. I slobbered over it, feeling my saliva coat his shaft. Deciding that he had had enough, I pulled away, and he moaned in disappointment.
I straddled him, feeling his hard, throbbing member under me. I kissed him hungrily, my body raging with need. My wet pussy soaked my panties, a testament to my desire for him. I pushed the fabric aside and slowly took him in, feeling him stretch me wide, pushing my walls apart with his thick, hard cock. I groaned as he fully entered me, penetrating me deeply.
For a minute, I just looked into his eyes, and then I started to move. Slowly at first, teasingly. I bounced on him, moving him in and out of me, enjoying the look of pure pleasure on his face. His eyes closed, and he growled as I rode him slowly. His eyes opened, and he looked at me, and I smiled.
“Having fun, Mr. Fears?” I whispered in his ear.
“You are being such a teasing, irresistible secretary, Miss. Beck,” he growled in my ear.
“Am I?” I asked. “Try to stop me.”
“I am your boss,” he said as I continued to grind against him.
“At the office,” I whispered. “But in this bed, I am the boss.”
I stopped moving and watched him groan in disappointment.
“Enough!” he said. Before I knew what was happening, he lifted me off him and pushed me down on all fours. He thrust in me from behind, and I moaned with wanton desire. He fucked me hard and fast, thrusting deep into me with every stroke. My body started to fill with pleasure, and I moaned loudly. He picked up his pace, fucking me faster, sending waves of pleasure rolling through me.
My body was trembling with mounting desire as he repeatedly hit my G-spot. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I came; the waves of orgasm washing over me as I convulsed in delight. He pulled out of me, coming all over my back, and I collapsed on the bed. He lay down next to me, panting hard as we both tried to recover from our orgasms.
