Chapter 3 #2
I clench my inner walls around him, pulling every drop of cum out of him, as he jerks and slides himself in and out of my body, much slower now as if he can’t stop. I don’t want him to; he feels incredible inside me.
He kisses my forehead, then my temple, before moving to my cheek and then kisses my lips again. It’s intimate and makes my heart feel like it’s galloping faster than a racehorse about to cross the winning line.
It’s too much.
“Still hate me?” he asks, staring down at me, sounding pleased with himself. “Even after I gave you one of the best orgasms of your life?”
Looking up at him, it takes every piece of self-restraint within me not to smile. “You’re an arrogant asshole.” My tone is snarky and brat-like. There is no way I’m telling him how earth shattering my orgasm was.
“The way you screamed my name tells me it was the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”
Oh shit, did I scream his name? This is terrible.
He can read me like a book, and I hate that.
I regret everything that has happened tonight.
But not really.
A little perhaps.
Not enough to stop.
“I’ve had better,” I lie, and he knows it when his mouth shapes a devilish smile.
“You’re a terrible liar.” He captures my lips with his and kisses me breathless, turning me into a puddle of liquid gold. His touch makes me feel as if I’m glowing like pure molten heat, and it’s running through me like a river of fire. “And you’re too beautiful for your own good.”
His confession makes a place inside my heart and settles there for safekeeping, but the embers of his words feel like hot barbs scraping against the inside of my throat.
Words I shouldn’t like but do.
Sliding himself out of my body, I moan from the loss of him and instantly miss our closeness as he slowly releases my wrists.
Resting back on his haunches, he rolls the condom off carefully and ties it before he tosses it on the floor.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice; I haven’t stopped looking at him.
“So, you hate lawyers?” he asks. Resting his hands on top of my knees, he spreads my legs he’s kneeling between wider, then runs his hands down my inner thighs, causing goosebumps to scatter across my skin, every hair on my body standing to his attention.
“I do,” I answer much quieter now, and I’m unable to tell him I love how he makes me feel although he’ll know how turned on I am by my juices dripping out of me and from how hard my nipples are.
And I don’t hate all lawyers, just his family. But I keep that to myself.
I lose all logic when his fingertips reach my pussy. The way he’s touching me has me questioning everything I ever thought about sexual chemistry. The air is humming with it, his touch like crackling static electricity on my skin.
He pushes my pussy lips together, pressing my over-sensitive clit, then runs his thumbs between them before gently pulling them apart. “But you like me doing this? Even though I’m a lawyer.”
“Yes.” My body betrays me, and a whimper slips from my mouth when the pad of his thumb rubs my clit before he sinks a thick digit inside of me, followed by another. His pupils turn darker with desire when I cry out his name, something I seem to be incapable of keeping under wraps.
My nipples tighten when he curls his fingers against my inner walls, as if beckoning me to come again.
He wraps his other hand around his hard-again cock and fists himself.
“You’re so good at that,” I admit, because there’s no denying he’s experienced. My hips move, riding his fingers as if they have a mind of their own. “How old are you?” I already know how old he is, but I want him to tell me.
“Forty-four,” he replies, fucking his cock with his hand. My mouth waters as precum leaks from his slit. I want to taste him and run my tongue up the thick vein of his shaft.
And wow, at forty-four he’s got better stamina than my last boyfriend, and he was only thirty years old.
“Are you asking because I’m in my forties and you think I can’t fuck all night, Ari?”
“I bet you can’t last all night, old man.” I push buttons I know I shouldn’t be pushing.
“Fucking smartass.” He pulls his fingers out of me, slaps my pussy, and inserts them again. The mix of pleasure and pain has me piercing the air with a cry, as if I’m a wolf under a luminous full moon.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I tease him breathlessly, making him repeat his action, and he spanks my pussy much harder this time, giving me what I wanted. “I need to come,” I moan, moving my hips quicker to chase my release.
He stops stroking his cock and holds my hips still at the same time he stops moving his fingers inside me. “You will come when I say you can. Now, be a good girl and tell me how old you are, Ari?”
I respond faster than a bullet out of a gun, desperate for him to let me come. “Twenty-nine. You can be my sugar daddy.” I’m messing with him, and he knows it. He moves his fingers in and out of me again, much faster this time, as if he likes my answer.
“Make me come again, please.” I fling my head back into the mattress as he teases my inner walls, rubbing my G-spot, and I grab onto his hand, urging him to go deeper.
The sound of my wet arousal combined with my moans and him fisting himself join to make our own symphony of ecstasy.
“Look at me when you come,” he demands.
As if under his spell, I obey without question, unable to tear my eyes away from him.
“Good girl.”
I quiver at his praise-filled words, which is not something I thought I would like but do.
Our bodies work together so well, it’s weird and wonderful, and at this point I have no control over my actions.
I’d do anything he says as he expertly pulls another orgasm from my body.
Pleasure shoots through every part of me, robbing me of all my senses.
My toes curl into the bed, and my fingers dig into the skin of his hand as the intense orgasm leaves me trembling and shaking, soaking his fingers with my juices.
“You are fucking beautiful, Ari.” His eyes pierce my soul as if he’s searching through it, unraveling my thoughts.
Unsettled by the emotions stirring within me—ones I’d rather not confront—I look away, unwilling to let myself feel anything more for him than the attraction of tonight.
I want to feel nothing when he looks at me, and when he lowers his voice, I don’t want my pulse to stutter in my veins the way it is now either.
He’s an arrogant man with too much charm for his own good.
But my body isn’t listening, and my thoughts are betraying me.
Regardless of how many reasons I stack against him, I crumble the moment he tells me how beautiful I am again.
Does he really mean that?
Who cares? It doesn’t matter.
Giving me no time to recover, he removes his fingers from inside me, and I jolt at the loss. Too tired to move, I watch him lick my cum from his fingers.
Holy shit, that’s hot.
Then he’s reaching for another condom on the nightstand.
Tearing it open with his teeth, he rolls it on his hard cock while I’m still lying completely boneless.
My breathing hasn’t even had a chance to return to normal, and faster than my brain can keep up with, he lies down on the bed, and making it seem effortless, his strong defined muscles flex as he pulls me on top of him.
Lining his cock up with my entrance, I widen my legs as he slides in easily because I’m so wet. For him.
“Now fuck me like you hate me, Ari.” He thrusts upward, making the thick tendons in his neck bulge with tension.
Well, that’s easy.
No, it’s not.
“Okay.” Being this agreeable is completely out of character for me.
Shit, I’m in massive trouble.
But I’ll stay the night and have a snoop around his fuckboy penthouse in the morning before the sun rises.
That is my endgame, after all.