By the time his primal growl signaled his arrival, I was ready to accept every single drop. I looked right into his eyes and begged him to give me all of him.
“Will you come inside me, please?” My tone was sweet like honey, my gaze unwavering. “Please, come inside, Daddy. Do it.”
I knew I’d feel horrible about this later on, but right now, nothing else mattered. I just wanted to feel his warmth in my pussy.
His body jerked violently, and his face twisted in pleasure. Seconds later, he exploded inside me, filling me up with his essence. I held on to him like a lifeline, my legs locked around his waist.
I didn’t release him until his sac was completely empty. His slick skin collided with mine after he slumped onto me, our chests heaving in uniform.
Moments passed before he slipped off me and lay on his back. I shifted closer, placing my head on his chest and swinging my leg over his lap. I could hear his heart racing at the same pace as mine while struggling to catch his breath.
As we lay down, tangled in the sheets, his cologne clung to my skin, a reminder that we’d just crossed a line. I wasn’t sure whether to feel whole or broken, even though I’d never felt more alive.
My body ached, and my heart was still swelling with desire. I tried to convince myself that this was a moment of weakness—that it wouldn’t happen again.
However, deep down, I knew I’d crave him. Now that we’d tasted each other and liked it, nothing would remain the same.
The question was: Was I ready for this change?
Chapter 14 – Adrik
The sound of her sweet moans echoed in my mind:“Oh, yes, Adrik….”
I was in my office that morning, unable to focus on work because my wife was living rent-free in my head. The more I tried to concentrate on the laptop in front of me, the more the images of her face flashed in my mind.
She was sweeter than I thought—wetter and slipperier. Everything about her was desirable: her moans, her body, her smooth skin, and her expressions.
Sure, I’d had many other women before, but she was different. With the others, it had always just been random sex and hard fucks. Nothing serious. However, with Emika, it was lovemaking.
For some weird reason, I wanted to impress her, to leave a lasting mark on her soul. Since it was her first time, I wanted to make it as memorable as possible.
And in all honesty, I never expected to enjoy it as much as I did. This was because, inmyexperience, inexperienced folks in any area of life always flopped on their first job.
Not this one. Not my Emi.
As I sat in my chair with a smug smirk on my lips, I recalled the whole scene from last night. There was no way I was going to forget that in a hurry. It was almost like the taste of her juice still lingered on my tongue, and I loved it.
The more I remembered the sound of her moans, the harder my cock grew in my pants. For a virgin, she was a fast learner and an excellent kisser. My heart skipped a beat after reminiscing on the first sight of her naked body.
I hadn’t planned on getting attached to her, but from the look of things, it was obvious I was. Before now, I thought I wasjust lusting after her body. I thought that perhaps after I tasted her, I’d find her less attractive.
Wrong.
In fact, I found her even more attractive now. After tasting and exploring her body, I wasn’t sure I was willing to find pleasure outside my marriage anymore. Emika had it all: beauty, brains, compassion, the goodness I lacked, and a body that was starting to drive me crazy.
What else could I possibly want?
My eyes flicked toward the new desk across from mine. I had it made specially for her. As my PA, she’d been working on the couch and a small table in my office. It was inconvenient, but she never complained.
I thought of surprising her with this new desk and was anticipating the look on her face. I’d also bought her a set of new designer clothes, shoes, and accessories. I wasn’t sure why I decided to take this route to please her, but I simply couldn’t stop myself.
I just wanted to make her happy.
Perhaps the high walls I’d built around my stone-cold heart were starting to crack. I should hate it and try to stick to the script. Yet it seemed almost impossible.
Emika made me feel something foreign, something I wasn’t used to, and it felt good. It felt right. Sort of. Like poison, this woman was slowly coursing through my system, cracking all my walls.
She should be proud of herself because no woman had ever attempted what she just pulled off without even trying so hard.
