He’s on top of me now, his throbbing, hard cock entering me before the orgasm he just gave me subsides.His thick cock inside me wakes another, more powerful than the first, has my whole body shaking and writhing as the pleasure builds and builds.
I open to him, moaning through gritted teeth, fighting the pleasure that is too much, too fast, but at the same time so welcome, so exactly what I needed that my mind is collapsing in on itself, my rational thought unable to hold the weight of all the pleasure.
He finally stops pushing his cock into me, lets me ride out the waves of the crazy-making pleasure he’s giving me.And in the soft, sparkling smoothness that follows, I know this is exactly what I need and want.Even if it’s completely wrong.
He finally releases my wrists and kisses me again.This time my mouth opens for him, lets his tongue in and I’m so mad at myself for that.In a surge at that hatred for myself I grab fistful of his hair and yank him away.The pain in his eyes heightens the pleasure to dizzying heights as he thrusts his cock all the way in.
He grabs my wrists again, pinning my arms above my head now as he thrusts into me mercilessly, fast and hard, all the way in, again and again.Another orgasm explodes inside me, followed by a third… and still the pleasure just builds and builds, the waves suffocating me in their heat, their urgency, as the orgasms rip through me.
And still he’s not done.
All I know is this pleasure now.
I don’t know my name.
I don’t know his.
All I know is that I want more and more and more and more of this.No matter how wrong it is to want it so much.
But there’s no right and wrong here, in this sea of bliss.There’s only pleasure.
He buries his cock in me one final time and groans as he fills me with his hot come.I orgasm again, my breaths coming in short, jagged beats, the pleasure as painful as it is sweet.
It’s wrong how much I want him.
Wrong how much I enjoyed this.
Wrong how much I want more.
But there’s no fighting it.
Nor going without anymore.
“I hate you,” I whisper as he rolls off me.
He’s grinning like that cat from Alice in Wonderland.
“No, you don’t.”
But I do.I hate him as much as I need and want him.But if I don’t stop thinking about that I’ll go mad.
Chapter28
MATTEO
I lostcontrol like I haven’t since the first time I fell in lust with a woman.Between the roaring, animal rage I unleashed on those guys that tried to attack her last night, her sweet, soft, naked body next to me in bed and the way she fought, I couldn’t stop myself.
Nor did she want me to stop.
I’ve been holding back, letting her get used to the new reality of her life for the past few days.But neither she nor I lost the lust we fell into during my time as her bodyguard.That would be impossible.
She’s showering now and I just woke up, feeling sated like I haven’t in God knows how long.Possibly never.The thought of water droplets clinging to her skin and how good they’d taste when I kissed them off is driving me insane.
But if I don’t pull it together, we won’t get back to Ferro’s any time soon.And whatever favor I might’ve bought giving up the number she called last night, could be gone by the time we do.
Plus, she’s still insisting she hates me, and I’d rather not be reminded of that just yet.The pleasure is still too near.
As if to prove my point, she emerges from the bathroom, dressed in the same black slacks and shirt she left Ferro’s house in.Somehow, I managed to hold onto the bag she’d stashed her clothes in last night during my frantic search for her and after the fight.
