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“More,” I whisper, pushing my pussy into his face harder and riding his fingers like I would ride his dick.
“More,” I repeat, still not feeling like it’s enough. And then I feel his finger graze up the middle of my arse, sliding against a spot that has never been touched before.
My eyes fly open and register the darkness. It’s still night-time. And as his finger slips over the same spot again, I jerk in response but open my legs wider, lifting my head and looking down to see that Dorien is actually doing the things I believed were a dream.
He pushes his finger against my arse, and I fuck his face faster, needing more friction.
“Dorien…” My voice trails off as he continues to work me into a frenzy, making me want to beg him to just tip me over the edge already.
He doesn’t let up as he sucks harder, swirling his tongue around my clit at the same time, adding another finger inside my pussy, and his finger pushing into my arse a little, making me scream his name as my body shudders from his touch. My pussy clenches his fingers, drawing it out, until I’m laid spent beneath him as he covers my body with his. Before I get a chance to catch my breath, he pushes his dick inside me, hooks one of my legs over his hip, and then he pounds into me relentlessly, the mattress sinking beneath us every time he plunges back in.
He moves his lips by my ear and says, “Are you on birth control?” And it shocks me for only a second as I tell him I am, and then he says, “Good,” before he fucks me to another orgasm.
I lift my other leg and clamp it around him, opening myself up more, and he roars his release, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck as my fingers bite into the skin on the tops of his arms, my nails probably leaving marks.
He bites my neck as he slows down, then licks the same spot before placing a gentle kiss there.
“Wow,” I say on a breath as he stills on top of me, his dick still inside of me, the last pulses of our combined highs playing out. “That was…” I have no words, and he merely answers with a chuckle.
“You said one night, Elise, and the night isn’t over yet,” he says, lifting his face from my neck and stealing my breath with a kiss that leaves me needing this night to never end.
Reckless and stupid I might be, but having this man use my body in ways I never imagined is worth every reckless and stupid second.
* * *
I’m on all fours on the bed, with Dorien behind me, his dick pounding into me with a punishing rhythm as I grip the bed sheet in my hands.
He’s taking everything from me as his one hand plays with my clit, and his other pinches my nipple. His mouth is on my back, his tongue darting out to lick along the tops of my shoulders. Every sensation is just incredible. I’ve never been fucked like this, ever. I’ve never had my body used in this way and felt like an absolute queen at the same time.
And when he reaches to the side, I hear him open something, before a cold sensation falls down the centre of my arse.
I jerk unexpectedly, but then his hand is there, rubbing the cold substance between my cheeks, warming it up as he does.
My heart is threatening to beat out of my chest. And it looks like this will be another first for me. I’m too lost in him to think clearly.
“Relax, Elise,” he says, his voice surprisingly soothing. I take deep breaths as he slows his thrusts inside of me and I try to calm myself down. “If you want me to stop, then I will, but just remember, one night only… one night to forget everything and just live.”
Just live.
I’ve been existing for so long that I’ve forgotten what living is like, and with a renewed sense of empowerment, I turn my head to look over my shoulder at him as I say, “Make me live, Dorien.”
He smirks as he pushes his finger against my back passage, easing in slowly, and I turn my head back to the bed as I moan with an unexpected pleasure rushing through me.
Fuuuuuuuuck.
“Such a good girl,” he says as he pushes in a little more and starts to thrust his dick a little deeper at the same time.
“Oh god,” I say on a breath as his actions consume me, taking me far away from the shitty life I’ve been leading and showing me a whole new kind of world—one I never really thought about. Giving myself to this man has been the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done, and when he pulls his finger back out and pushes in, I fucking sigh with satisfaction. He repeats his moves, his dick moving in and out of my pussy at the same time, and his other hand returns to my clit, rubbing in circles, taking me to my most intense orgasm yet.
I scream, I pant, I fucking cry from how good it all feels, before he finds his release and collapses on top of my trembling body.
I close my eyes, letting the tears fall down my cheeks. I’m feeling so much emotion that I barely realise he’s moving me until I’m in his arms and being carried to the bathroom, where he starts to run the water, filling the bathtub as I sit on the vanity unit, focusing on keeping myself upright.
When the water has been run, he lifts me and lowers me in the tub, telling me to relax. He leaves me to sink into the water, the bubbles he added surrounding me and soothing my delicious aches.
And I sit back and smile, pushing thoughts out of my head about having to let this man go once the night is over.
Chapter Eighteen
