Page 18 of A Dark Duet

My pussy gets so wet and I moan as he slides his hands up my stomach slowly to my back, undoing my bra. When my breasts are standing taught, he places his face to my tits and takes a nipple in his mouth and my head falls back, holding his face in place.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

He lets go of one nipple, sucking with just enough pressure that it doesn’t hurt, and tends to the other. I lean my face to his and he takes my lips.

He kisses me, devouring my mouth as he sucks and twirls his tongue. He is breathless when he releases my mouth for me to breathe.

“Fuck, I want you. You’re so beautiful and you feel so damn good.”

I smile and kiss him again. I want to feel his tongue and I love the way his dick feels rubbing on my pussy through the lace thong. He keeps sucking and kissing my lips while he slides a finger over my slit to feel my wet pussy.

He dips his finger inside my folds, and I freeze like a bucket of cold water, realizing this is not how I want to have sex, being paid for a dance, like a paid escort. He feels my body go rigid.

“Stop, please,” I say, out of breath. He’s any woman’s dream; attractive, with the feel of a massive cock that promises all the pleasure a girl could dream of. He tastes and smells like heaven, all masculine and hard, with a face that should go on the cover of a magazine. But, I can’t.

“Not like this, please stop,” I whisper next to his ear as the song ends.

I get up off him, holding my breasts with one arm, and try to pick up my robe and bra with the satin bow from his family room floor. I run out of the room without so much as a backward glance and reach the guest room with tears in my eyes because of how much I wanted him to take me right there on his couch.

To feel him inside me when I know he sees me as a girl who was hired to dance for his pleasure, meaning nothing to him. I am so confused that I want him this badly, almost giving in and letting him have me.

I fall asleep, lost in my feelings, alone in a bed at a house I’m unfamiliar with, tears streaming down my face, wishing my parents were still alive. My dreams broken.

I wake up to a noise hitting something over and over. I quickly shower to not miss the car that will take me to the airport so I can go home.

When I get out of the shower, I can still hear the noise. I make my way through the house toward the sound as it gets louder. I drop my bag off at the door, continuing to hear it. Hitting over and over… I suddenly walk into a side of the house that looks like a huge gym with what must be a punching bag.

I walk inside the gym and can see Nate hitting the bag with multiple combinations over and over like a machine, with sweat dripping down his beautiful body muscles as he moves. He senses my presence as he turns toward the entrance where I’m standing. He drops his arms from his fighter’s stance and looks at me.

“What?” he snaps.

I stiffen and feel bad for interrupting him and his training. “I’m sorry. I was just leaving and wanted to say goodbye.”

“Okay. Bye,” he says sarcastically.

I turn to go, and he stops me. “There is something for you on the kitchen island.”

“Okay. Thank you.” I give him a fake smile and turn to leave.

The car must be waiting outside already, so I quickly make my way to the kitchen island and stop dead. I see the famous bag everyone talks about, the care package with all the designer items he gives to the girls that run through his life.

I look at it like it holds the body of a dead corpse. I see a pen in the corner by the refrigerator and quickly find a napkin to write a note, placing it next to the bag as I leave out the door of his cold house to an awaiting car.

Nate

Ican’t believe I did that when she was dancing on my lap. I didn’t mean for it to get that far. I have been hitting the bag all night, punishing myself for going too far with her.

She must think I wanted to pay her for sex and froze on me like I was the most disgusting thing to touch her perfect body. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever put my hands on. She’s so soft and smells like heaven.

Her pussy was so wet on my dick as she straddled my lap, dancing to the music. I almost lost it. I wanted to lay her on my couch and sink my cock in her just to watch her come undone in my arms. Her lips tasted soft like sweet candy, her arousal for me was even sweeter, and I was dying to taste her. If she only knew how much I wanted that sweet pussy in my mouth, to watch her come, screaming my name over and over.

I should have been nicer to her before she left. I was an asshole, not even asking if she wanted a glass of water, but I couldn’t sleep, hoping she wouldn’t hear me having my nightmares.

I wanted to kill that asshole for giving her the flowers and money in front of everyone. Now I just proved to her that the asshole is really me. His little friend also did the same to get a rise out of Jaden, both of them knowing I can’t lose my shit before my next fight.

They think they one-upped us. They have another thing coming. One thing I have is the media all over me, and I will make sure they see who got the cream in front of everyone.

As for Giselle, I’m not sure how I am going to fix it between us, but make no mistake, I will have her in my bed. I felt the want and need. She wants to fight what she feels, and I’m holding back. I just don’t know how to get her to see me. It’s the first time a woman has denied me.

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