18 #3
Jonathan growled as he pulled her legs up and pushed them against her stomach so he could penetrate her deeply, knowing she thrived off being totally taken.
He pummelled her fast and hard. It was animalistic.
Liz clawed at the sheets to anchor herself as Jonathan continued to hammer into her.
He felt her start to shake and he slowed down, wanting to savour her orgasm.
“Give. It. To. Me.” Liz moaned and pulled at the sheets even tighter.
“That’s it. Give. It. To. Me. Now!” She exploded around him and he gazed in awe at her arching up, almost screaming her release, his ice queen melting just for him and only him.
As she continued to pulse around him with aftershocks, he plunged back into her faster and harder, chasing his own release.
“I could fuck you all day.” His voice was gruff as he spoke through clenched teeth, never halting.
“I want to fuck you all day, every day and I will, Liz. I will!” he threw his head back, emptying himself into her.
With almost no time to recover, he withdrew from her, yanked away the T-shirt and flipped her onto her front.
He covered her slim body with his, then grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head and pinned them there with one hand.
“You’ll find a way. I have to see you, Liz, otherwise I don’t know what I’ll do.” He nibbled at her ear, his breath short and fast.
Liz moaned and wriggled beneath him, relishing his dominance. “I’ll think of something,” she breathed.
His hands skirted down her side and slipped underneath her as he kissed her shoulders. “I know you will. You won’t last without this. Without me being inside you. You need it.”
His fingers slid over the most sensitive spot and he began to massage her, toying with her. She was putty in his hands again. “Tell me that you need it. That you need me,” he demanded softly.
“I do, Jonathan. I need you. I need this.” She wriggled her behind into his now-rock-hard erection. He was always ready for her, always hot for her and she loved it. She loved that she did this to him.
“Yeah, you do, and I’m going to keep you satisfied. Whenever, wherever.”
Liz groaned against the mattress. She knew she couldn’t be without him. Even a day was too much. She was going to have to find somewhere. Somewhere neutral. A place they could escape to. “Oh God… I’m so close… “
He stopped for a moment, allowing her to calm, then he took her wrists and guided them around to the base of her back.
“Kneel up for me, babe.” Liz did as she was bid, desperate to be filled by him again.
“Yes, that’s it. I love your beautiful white ass.
” He stroked her cheeks with his free hand, then guided his extensive length slowly into her.
“I’m starting slow. How’s that? Um… you feel so good. Is that good, eh?”
“Oh Jonathan, push deeper, yes, yes.” Liz pushed back against him.
“Is that deep enough?”
He pulled her wrists towards him in a quick jerk and she groaned. “God, yes.”
He gripped her hip with his other hand, knowing there was no way he’d get his own way.
She liked it hard and rough and he was going to give her whatever she wanted, because he knew that was the only way he could keep her.
He may have played the alpha male in bed with her but he knew it was what she wanted, how she wanted him.
She was in control, she’d set the rules and he was more than willing to oblige.
Jonathan thrust into her, marvelling at how such a delicate slim woman revelled in hard sex.
The rougher the better. She didn’t want a smooth, sophisticated Italian, she needed a rough diamond, a rough black diamond like him to keep her satisfied.
And he was more than happy to. He yanked her hard against him and she let out a yelp.
He felt her instantly start to tighten. “That’s it, Liz, scream for me, let me hear you…
” before she could reply, she climaxed loudly and he pounded her until he found his release, collapsing on top of her as he let out a guttural shudder.
“Christ, I can’t go a day without this, Liz. Find a way.”
Liz tried to slow her breathing but it was hard. After six glorious orgasms, she was exhausted. Jonathan rolled off her onto his back. His smooth toned chest glistened with sweat as it rose and fell from his deep breathing. She turned to her side and propped her head up on her elbow.
“I’ll see if I can find somewhere. But we have to be patient, stick to the plan. If we want to start up on our own, we need money and the money I’ve been stashing over the last five months isn’t enough.”
“I know. I just wish we didn’t need him.”
“We don’t. Once I file for divorce and I take what’s due to me, he’s history.”
He turned to look at her. “Promise me you won’t fuck him. I’ll kill him if he touches you. I mean it, Liz.”
Liz looked over his shoulder at the clock it was three forty-five. The kids would be home in forty five minutes. She needed a shower and to get out of there fast if she was to make it home before they arrived.
“I have to go.” She hadn’t promised him, because she couldn’t. If she needed to sleep with Jerome to convince him she was being faithful, then she would, but she wasn’t going to openly admit that to Jonathan.
She padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower, reluctantly washing off Jonathan’s scent.