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“Holy crap!” I blurt out. He chuckles. I was wrong; he doesn’t have the body of a god, he has the body of a huge god. I hadn’t realised I was staring at his junk until he took hold of my face firmly in his hand, forcing me to look at him.

“You ready for this, baby?” he asks.

My eyes flicker back down to his very large dick that is pressed against me, ready and waiting. “Yes, do you think it will fi—” I gasp as he thrusts forward, filling me. My eyes gowide. “Oh, god.” His eyes alight with amusement as he takes my mouth with his, thrusting in and out, swallowing my moans and whimpers as my body stretches to try and accommodate him. I hook my legs around his waist as he relentlessly pounds into me, and his hand grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. He fucks me over and over; the feeling of him driving into me a mixture of pain and pleasure. It’s a feeling I can’t get enough of, a feeling I don’t want to end, but I can’t keep my orgasm at bay. It builds and builds until I can’t contain it anymore. “Fuck, I can’t hold it back,” I pant. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and both of us are panting.

“Let it go, baby. Cum for me. Let me feel your tight little pussy milk my cock,” he growls through gritted teeth. His words cascade over me as he pounds into me, and as my walls clamp tight, he lets out a hiss. “Fuck, baby.” My orgasm hits me like lightning, and surging pleasure courses through every part of my body.

I arch my back, crying out. I see stars and fireworks behind my eyes, and fuck, it’s like the fourth of July as wave after wave of explosive pleasure takes over my body. His fingers dig deeper into my hips as he chases his own release. He slams into me hard one last time, and his body goes rigid as every muscle in his body tenses while he moans his release.

Both of us are now panting, trying to control our breaths. He leans in and softly takes my mouth before pulling out. I watch as he bends down and pulls up his jeans. Disappointment flickers through me, not wanting him to leave yet. He moves to my fridge and pulls out two bottles of water. I watch him, not sure what to say or what to do.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks.

“You’re not leaving?” I whisper.

The corners of his mouth tip up. “You want me to leave?” he asks. I shake my head no, not needing to think about my answer.Shifting myself off the counter to stand, I wobbled a little. My legs are like jelly, and I’m still in my stiletto heels. He reaches out with one of his hands to help steady me, and that’s when I feel his cum begin to trickle down my thighs.

“Um, I need to get cleaned up,” I say awkwardly.

His eyes look down, and when he sees what I mean, heat ignites in his eyes. “No,” he demands.

“No?” I question.

With his free hand, he glides his fingers through his cum from the top of my inner thighs to my centre. A gasp escapes me as he glides his cum-soaked fingers through my folds. My hand reached out to hold onto the counter to steady myself, and as he removes his fingers, he brings them up to my lips.

“Open your mouth and taste our cum,” he orders. My lips part as he glides his finger across my tongue. Desire begins to build as I taste the saltiness of his cum, mixed with the sweetness of mine. I moan as I suck them clean, and his gaze heats at the sight. “Good girl,” he praises before removing his fingers. “Now, get up those fucking stairs to your bedroom. I’m nowhere near done with you,” he growls in demand. A surge of excitement runs through me, and I smile as I move quickly, leading him upstairs.

I groan,stretching my body, feeling the aches in parts of my body I didn’t know it could. I smile to myself, blinking my eyes open. Yesterday had been the best and stupidest decision of my life. Fuck, he could have killed me, and stolen from me. He could have been anyone. Hell, he still could be.

I roll over, careful not to wake him, but I’m surprised when I see his side of the bed is empty. Sitting up, I clutch the sheet to my chest, listening to see if he is in the bathroom or downstairs, but there’s nothing. I’m greeted with silence. I deflate a little,confident that it was clearly a one-time thing, but I thought. I don’t know—maybe breakfast at least—before he went. I suppose this way there isn’t any awkward goodbye.

I sigh and get up, and as I walk into the bathroom, I turn the shower on and stand under the hot spray. Memories of yesterday flash through my mind, and a huge smile plays at my lips. Yesterday may have been the best therapy I needed to get over Trent.

Once showered, I wrap myself up in my robe and head downstairs to make coffee. As soon as I reach the bottom step, I smell the coffee. Pausing, I begin to question if he is still here.

“Hello?” I call out, but there’s no answer. I walk through to the kitchen and see the coffeepot with a note next to it, along with half of my ripped panties. I smile as I pick up the note.

Alina,fuck. Yesterday was exactly what I needed. Fuck, I can still taste you on my lips.

FYI, I am keeping half of your panties as a keepsake, and if life goes to shit again, come find me. I will happily help you through it any fucking time.

My very own Mrs. Robinson. Catch you around, baby.

H x

I bitedown on my bottom lip, smiling. As I pick up the other half of my left over panties, my wedding ring catches my eye. I place the piece of material back on the counter and stare at the ring on my finger. With determination, I yank it off and walk over to the trash can and chuck it in the bin. I wait for the sadness, the pain, sure that it may come later, but the only thing I feel at this moment in time is serenity and extreme satisfaction.

CHAPTER FIVE

ALINA

10 weeks later

I rub my temples,wanting nothing more than to drive home and crawl into my bed. All day I had been feeling lousy and exhausted.

“Alina, you know as well as I do that he is entitled to a settlement, especially after 18 years of marriage,” Alistair, Trents lawyer, argues, gesturing to Trent, who is sitting at his side and smiling like the smug prick he is. He and I knew Alistair well. We had crossed paths on more than one occasion, and we had even had him and his wife over for dinner. Hell, I had even gone to his daughter’s fifth birthday party. He is well and truly off my Christmas card list now.

I looked at him, thankful that Becky, my PA, is sat right next to me taking notes. There was no need to hire a lawyer because I was the best in town. I could crush Trent.

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