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“Sit,” he commands, and I bite my lip as I feel excitement race through me. As I move to straddle his lap, I lower myself down until he fills me completely and I’m adjusting to the feel of him.
“Fuck,” I say on an exhale. His hands move to the buttons on my shirt, and he undoes them, one by one, oh-so-slowly, as I sit in his lap, waiting until he tells me to move.
He pushes my shirt apart and exposes my breasts, and my neediness takes over as I arch my back and push them towards him, needing something to take the fucking edge off.
He chuckles as his lips run over my nipples. He knows what I want, and yet, he’s making me wait.
“So fucking eager, Elise,” he whispers against my skin, placing light kisses between my breasts, and my body shudders with need and delight. “You want me to make you come, buttercup?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. I mean, my wet pussy shows just how much I want him anyway.
He takes my nipple in his mouth, his teeth biting down lightly and eliciting a low moan from me.
“Ride me, Elise. Ride me hard on this fucking chair,” he commands, and my hips start to move, grinding on him before I lift up and slam back down repeatedly.
“Jesus,” he says at my relentless rhythm. I grip onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. I feel fucking wild as I give him everything. I feel fucking free as all of my hang ups fall away. The way he does that is magical, and I know that a part of me will never want to let that feeling go.
I move my lips to his, needing a taste of him. His tongue dances with mine, his hands holding my hips as I swirl and grind on him. My body fits so perfectly with his, and I think he knows it as well. My hands move to his hair, gripping and tugging as I cry into his mouth, pleasure exploding through me.
“Dorien,” I whisper, his name swallowed by his lips devouring mine as I tremble on top of him. His teeth nip my bottom lip as I groan loudly, my orgasm sweeping through me and clenching his cock until he’s roaring his release.
I move my hips until we’re done, and even when the orgasms are over, I stay where I am, my lips moulded to his and my hands now caressing his hair affectionately. His fingers are on my back, holding me close, his dick still inside me, his cum seeping out of me, and all I can think is how truly fucked I am, in more ways than one.
Chapter Thirty
DORIEN
She’s still on top of me, on this chair, my cum leaking out of her, but I can’t seem to break my lips from hers. She’s addictive, like a drug that I never knew I craved. Fuck.
I’m in deep shit here.
She’s just gotten out of a marriage—albeit a shitty one, but still, she was married.
I’m pretty sure I’ve turned into a randy fucking teenager since I met her, unable to get through my day without wanting her—needing her.
I haven’t even asked her age. I don’t know about her private life, other than the husband thing. I don’t know fucking anything about her, and yet, I can’t stop.
She’s mine.
And as I pick her up with me and carry her to my bedroom, the one in the penthouse which I’m quickly regarding as my own, because she’s here, the one I would never usually share with a woman because it’s too personal, it seems my heart is fighting my mind. One wants to draw a line in the sand and move on, while the other doesn’t want to let her go. Ever.
Chapter Thirty-One
ELISE
He’s on top of me, his body caging me in, his tongue sweeping through my mouth, my legs wrapped around him, unable to let go.
This is different. So fucking different. And even as I feel the change happening between us, I know I won’t be able to stop it.
My heart already knows that Dorien has taken up residence there, even as my head tries to throw some reason into the mix.
We’ve known each other a matter of weeks.
It’s crazy to be so involved with someone and yet know so little about them.
I’ve just got out of a marriage that I am pretty sure will have scarred me in some way for life.
I’m too young to get in this deep so quickly.
