Page 54 of The Wrong Guy

His mouth descends on my most private area. It is just like it was at the restaurant. He’s pleasuring me with his tongue over and over. Flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue and then biting me just right. I’m thrashing my head from side to side trying to catch my breath.

His tongue does magical things to me and I can’t help but scream once his fingers dive into me. I’m getting closer and closer to my orgasm, which is ebbing inside of me.

He takes his mouth away from me, and I scream.

“Who do you belong to?”

“W-what?” I stammer.

“It is simple. Tell me who you belong to and I will make you come.”

His eyes are watching me intently. I know he’s going to keep me on the edge until I admit what I think I have been afraid to admit to myself. I am his.

“I belong to you.”

His tongue laves my clit over and over where he rotates from sucking me and then biting me. When my orgasm comes crashing through my body, he gets off the floor and lines himself up with me. My legs wrap around his hips to help him slide inside.

He slams into me with punishing thrusts, and I’m loving it. Stavros leans over me to grab my hands in his. He’s pulling himself out all of the way and then sliding back inside to the hilt.

“Yes!” I moan.

“Are you going to come again like my good girl?”

“Yes!” I scream again.

I can’t believe he illicits such a slut reaction out of me.

His dick fucks me and hits my G-Spot just enough to have my next orgasm roll through my body so viciously.

“We need to talk,”I begin carefully.

“Yeah, we do.”

“Am I going to like the conversation?” I ask.

“Depends on the questions,” he replies while helping himself off of me and then helping me off the table. “First, are you on the pill?”

These questions should have been asked and answered yesterday. “Yes.”

“Good.”

“Can I ask some questions?”

He’s carrying me through the penthouse until we get to his room. He gently places me on the bed before turning on the water in his bathroom. Again, I follow what we did after the first time we had sex and followed him into the tub. The water feels terrific around my feet, and then it feels even better as I submerge.

Stavros gets in behind me while urging me to be cradled between his thick thighs. I relish the feeling about being so close to him like this without the distractions of the outside world. I feel a powerful shift inside of him as he holds me.

“Baby, whatever your questions are, you have to understand I’m not going to be able to answer all of them. The questions I do answer will have to be kept between us. Do you understand?”

My head spins. “What are you involved in?”

He sucks in a deep breath. “I can’t really talk about that.”

My head is spinning, wondering why he offered to answer questions but is unwilling to tell me what he’s involved in. “Um, okay.”

I’m hurt. I have slept with Stavros for the past two nights -without a condom- and am technically living with him, but he is unwilling to tell me what he’s involved in.

“Detective Milgram called me today,” I say while running my fingers through the water. The water smells fresh in the bathroom, and I’m hoping the bath's heat will massage my feelings of hurt.

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