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I’m lost to anything other than him as he hardens in my hand and teases my pussy by running his fingers up and down my knickers.
“I need you to fuck me now, Dorien,” I say against his lips, missing his tongue in my mouth already.
“So fucking needy,” he says as he puts his hands underneath my arse and tilts me to the right position for his cock to claim me. He rips my knickers from me, tearing them from my body and holding them in his hand as I line his dick up with my entrance. If he keeps destroying my knickers like that, I’ll have none left by the end of the week. He pushes inside of me slowly, and I let my head fall back to the wall behind as my eyes close.
“Look at me,” he says when he’s buried to the hilt. When my eyes connect with his, he brings his hand not holding my panties to my face and cups my cheek, the one that is still sore.
“Who was he, Elise?” he asks as he moves in and out of me at a deliciously slow pace.
“He was a nobody,” I answer breathlessly, focusing on nothing but his eyes and how he feels sliding in and out.
“Your husband?” he asks, and I nod.
“Until I divorce him, of course.” I have no idea why he’s talking to me about this when he’s putting his dick in me, but it doesn’t feel weird… isn’t that weird in itself?
“Has he hit you before?” he asks softly as he brushes his thumb over my cheek.
“No.”
“Does it still hurt?”
“A little,” I whisper, as his hand holding my knickers moves to my clit and he rotates his thumb in circles, applying slight pressure.
“Did he fuck you like this?”
“No.”
“Did he make you wet like this?”
“God, no,” I pant.
“Are you going to be thinking about him when I fuck you later?”
“No.” Wait… what?
“Are you going to be thinking about him when I cook you dinner tonight?”
“Huh?”
“Answer the question, Elise,” he demands, increasing the pressure on my clit.
I moan as I answer, “Fuck no.”
“Now watch as I take what he gave away so freely. Watch as my cock replaces his, Elise.”
Holy shit. I make my eyes move to watch his cock sliding in and out of me, a little faster than before. I watch as his thumb moves on my clit, more pressure being applied and it still not feeling like enough. I watch as he moves the hand that was on my cheek to my thigh, his fingers digging in as he ramps up his speed. I grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming out loud as my orgasm creeps up on me, pushing me over the edge.
Dorien doesn’t let up until he’s satisfied he’s taken all of my pleasure, and then he lifts me and holds me against him as he fucks me against the wall and moans into my neck when his release hits.
We’re both a sweaty mess by the time we’re done, but he doesn’t put me down. He keeps me caged in by his body, my legs wrapped around him, and I can’t even find it in me to hate it. I love how he makes me feel. I love how he consumes me and eradicates my mind of anything but him. But I can’t love it too much, because I can’t give myself to a man who will never keep me.
“Dinner, tonight, seven-thirty, in the penthouse.” He places his forehead against mine as he speaks, and there’s something so fucking sweet about the way he’s being that I find myself saying, “Okay.”
His smile confirms that I need to take a step back, because the way it makes my heart flutter is not something I expected. But how can I take a step back when I’m already becoming addicted?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
DORIEN
