Page 66 of Blindside Love

I feel the tingling beginning again, another orgasm already starting, but fuck, I want more. Hearing him talk like this is so hot I feel like I’m ready to fall apart.

I nod, accepting the shameful truth as I see his eyes light up. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d probably comment on the fact that he obviously likes it too, but that feels like a conversation for a different day.

“Good, now don’t move until I tell you to,” he says, one hand moving to play with my nipples. Tweaking them, pinching them, turning them until I’m squirming in his lap. My nipples are hard enough that they’re painful, but I’m doing everything I can to not move in his lap.

I need his roughness, the pain, just more of everything. So, when he grabs his belt with one hand, looping it around my neck and pulling it snug, I pray I’m getting just that.

“You okay with this?” he asks, his eyes cautious as he holds the belt to the side, snug against my neck. It’s tight, but not too tight, and fuck, I love the way he controls me.

“It’s a little loose, but yes,” I say, and within half a second, he’s tugged it tighter, just enough to hold me perfectly in place, no room for me to move. I can’t help it—I love being a brat. “So, is this when you’re going to start fucking me rough?”

“No, kitten, this is when you’re going to fuck me rough,” he says confidently, one hand holding the belt while the other hand slides around my ass, his thumb slowly pressing against my backside, the place no one has ever been before. Before I can complain, though, Caveman Trevor is back.

“Now put your hands on the headboard and ride my cock. I want to feel your pussy clench around me as I fill your tight cunt full of my cum.”

I lose it.

My body reacts on its own, listening to his demands as I start grinding myself against his cock, his finger still pressed against my backside, slowly pressing firm circles against me that I want to hate, but they surprisingly don’t suck.

I’m ready to explode.

When his finger slips inside, just barely, yet just enough, my orgasm releases, completely setting me off. I scream, unable to help it as my entire body starts shaking, the orgasm so strong that I fall forward, collapsing onto his chest. Trevor doesn’t stop as he thrusts from below, holding me against him as he finishes, drawing out the last bit of each of our orgasms as he pumps in and out slowly.

I couldn’t tell you how long we lay there, but I can tell you it was the safest and happiest I’ve felt in a long, long time.

Trevor is one big treat after another, so when he carefully picked me up and carried me to the shower, I shouldn’t have been surprised. And when he cleaned me up before wrapping me in the fluffiest towel ever before laying me in bed? Yeah, I shouldn't have been surprised by that, either.

But as I drifted off to sleep, unable to fight it any longer, he pulled me in closer, pressing a kiss on my forehead. His touch lingered just long enough that I felt myself fall into a deeper sleep, still aware of him but unable to react.

“Happy birthday, kitten,” he whispered, his lips lingering for just a moment. “I love you.”

When Addy walks into the lobby without Tom, I should already know that I’m going to be angry. Dave, the driver he’s had for years, walks her over to me with a sympathetic smile on his face.

I’ve always liked Dave, even if he has horrible taste in employers.

But I guess Tom pays well, so I can’t blame the guy.

“Hello, Mrs. Anderson,” Dave starts.

“It’s Ms. Anderson, but hello, Dave. It’s good to see you,” I say, not annoyed with him personally, just at being referred to as a married woman.

He smiles and sneaks a little wink. “Why, yes. Ms. Anderson has a much better ring to it. It’s great to see you too, dear.”

See, even Dave knows I’m better off without him.

“Where’s Tom?” I ask as Addy sneaks by me to the front desk to steal her usual candy.

“Well, since you’ll hear it from her anyway, I’ll tell you. But please, for my sake, when he asks, just say Addy told you,” Dave says, looking like he’d rather be anywhere than here having this conversation right now. “He’s in Aspen.”

“Fucking excuse me? Since when?” I seethe, my fist gripping my phone tighter than necessary.

“Tuesday,” Dave says quietly. “Ms. Anderson, I didn’t know, or honestly, I would have told you. She’s actually been at his parents’ this week. They brought her home today.”

“I literally fucking hate that man. It was my fucking birthday, and he said I couldn’t have her early because he was taking her to Disney World, and he didn’t even spend time with her?”

“I know. Has he signed the papers for you yet? I made sure to deliver them.”

“No. Still refusing,” I say as Addy walks back over, still sad, but now she has a sucker.

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