Page 88 of Tempting All The Way

“Lucy, I’m hitting the dance floor,” Shardonnay yells over the music.

“Wait, I’m coming.” Lucy stumbles as she tries to stand upright again. “Come dance with us, Xav,” she slurs.

I grin at him. “Yeah,Xav, go dance with your sister and herfriend,” I say, with extra emphasis on the wordfriend.

“Asshole,” he mumbles, before leaning into the blonde’s ear, the one currently perched on my lap, and whispering something to her. I have no idea what. But whatever he says has the chick getting up, slapping me across the face, and storming out of the booth.

Xavier is already on his way down to the dance floor, otherwise I’d thank him for getting rid of her. She’s not the girl I wanted anyway. The girl I want is down there somewhere, and now that my friends are both occupied, I’m going to go and find out where exactly she is and remind her who it is she belongs to.

I watch Bentley as she enters the ladies room. I lean back against the wall and wait for her to exit, ignoring the numerous lingering looks from the rest of the women in the line. She’s taking forever, and just as I’m about to go in and find out what the holdup is, she walks out and right into me. I catch her around the waist to stop her from falling. As soon as her feet are stabilised, I grip her wrist and drag her off into the darkness of the hallway. I know there’s a supply closet down here somewhere, Alistair told me he stumbled upon it the other weekend.

“Wait… What are you doing?” she asks me.

I look back at her and all I can see is the image of her grinding her ass on someone else. I can’t answer her. I don’t have the words to be kind right now, and I don’t want to come off like an asshole either. Finding the door, I turn the handle and thank god that it’s unlocked. Then I pull her inside and slam the door closed. It’s pitch black in here. I don’t bother looking for the light. Instead, I use my hands to feel her out before pushing her back against the door.

“I think you forgot who you belong to, baby girl,” I growl into the darkness. Her only response is a whimper. “That’s okay, because I’m going to have fun reminding you.” My hand finds her leg, trailing higher until I’m able to pull her panties to the side, where I roughly shove two fingers inside her.

“Oh fuck, Nathan. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she cries out as I begin to pump my fingers in and out of her.

“You’re wet. Tell me… is it because of me orhim?” I ask her.

“You. It’s you,” she says. “Oh god.”

Just before she’s going to come, I pull my fingers away, unbutton my jeans, drag the zip down, and free my cock. I pick Bentley up by her thighs before pressing her against the door again. “You’re not coming on my fingers tonight. No, the only thing you’re going to drench with your cum is my cock.” I thrust into her, bottoming out. I don’t move, giving her body time to adjust to my size.

Her arms cling tight to my neck, and her legs wrap around my waist. “Oh god,” she says.

When I feel her muscles relax, I start to fuck her. Fast. Hard. The door vibrating in its frame with each back and forth thrust. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To. Bentley?” I ask her.

“Y-you!” she screams.

“That’s right. You’re mine. This pussy is mine. This ass is mine,” I grit out, increasing my speed to the point I’m not sure the thin wood will continue to hold us. It doesn’t take long before her cunt clamps down on my cock. “Fuck! Come all over me, baby girl. Fucking soak my cock with your juices.”

She obeys so well. Her body spasms at the same time my cock shoots spurts of seed inside her. I lower her to her feet, and it’s not until I pull back and see myself leaking out of her pussy that I realise I didn’t use a condom. I drag my finger through my cum and shove it back inside her. Usually, I’d be mortified by the concept of no protection. With Bentley, I just want to do it again. I like knowing that I’m leaving part of me inside her.

“I’m on the pill,” she says, looking down as my finger slips into her cunt and back out again.

“I don’t care if you are or not. From now on, it’s only you and me. Nothing between us,” I tell her.

I wake up with a dead arm and a live weight on top of me. Opening my eyes, I see the cause of both, and a smile spreads across my lips as a very faint snore escapes Bentley. Gently pushing her hair out of her face, I stare down at her. She really is breathtakingly beautiful, her porcelain skin flawless. Long, thick, dark lashes flutter as she begins to stir.

I roll over on my side, so I can get a better look at her. Then I cup her cheek in my hand as my lips gently meet hers. I’ve never been so happy to wake up next to a woman before. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want her. I want to shout it from the rooftops, announce to the world that this girl is mine. But I know I can’t do that. I don’t want to hurt her career in any way. I’m also not prepared to give her up. Ever.

Bentley’s eyes blink open. “Good morning beautiful,” I whisper.

“Mmm, morning,” she grumbles. “How long have you been staring at me like a creeper?”

I chuckle. “Not nearly long enough,” I say.

“Maybe you should just take a photo,” she suggests with a yawn and a stretch of her arm.

“Nothing is as good as having the real thing to look at,” I reply. “What are your plans for today?”

“Apart from making the walk of shame? Not much.”

“There is no shame in what we do, Bentley,” I tell her.

“Maybe not for you. You’re not the one fucking the boss,” she says.

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