Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
ALORA
Fuck….
He lifts my dress over my head and slides my panties and bra off, his gaze drops down the length of my body, burning my skin all the way down.
“Alora.” He takes himself in his hand and every fantasy I have had over the last week is coming true.
“Suck. Me,” he mouths.
Yes….
Probably not a good idea, but who cares at this point. Nice girls come last.
I drop to one knee and then the other, his eyes darken as he watches on. My eyes roam over his erection, engorged with thick veins coursing down the length of it.
“All of it,” he mouths.
The air crackles between us and I kiss his head, his eyes flutter closed as he flexes it in my hand. “In your mouth.” He drags it across my lips and I taste the smear of pre-ejaculate.
He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me onto him. “Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth,” he growls, impatient. “Now.”
I snap my teeth and he inhales sharply at the threat of pain.
Oh, I remember, it’s all coming back to me now.
He likes to walk the tightrope between pleasure and pain.
He’s so bad…. But so damn good.
I take my time. Memorizing every inch of his beautiful thick cock as my eyes roam over him, large and hanging heavily between his legs, dripping with need. His pubic hair is dark and well kept. “Take your clothes off,” I whisper. “I want you naked.”
With his eyes locked on mine he lifts his shirt over his head and I’m blessed with the sight of his ripped abdomen.
My hands roam up and over his eight-pack of tanned muscle, broad shoulders and his wide chest with a scattering of dark hair.
He kicks his jeans off and his thick quad muscles make me flutter deep inside. He’s begging to be ridden.
I take him in my mouth, deep, and then bare my teeth and scrape him as I pull off.
“Ohhh,” he moans, his knees give out beneath him and I smile around him. His hands tighten around my hair and I know he’s hanging on to his control by a thread.
I may not have him for long, but damn it, he’s going to remember this night for forever.
I take him again, deep down my throat, and his mouth hangs slack as he watches on. “So fucking good,” he murmurs. “Oh….”
I pull off and lick my lips for added effect.
“Get on it,” he growls as he pulls me back onto him.
I laugh around him as we fall into a rhythm, with every stroke I take him, I watch him come more undone. Deep down my throat he pumps me and damn it…. I taste his hot pre-cum and I moan.
He tips his head back as he struggles to hold it. “Fuck.”
Watching him come undone is my favorite thing.
“I’m going to blow so fucking hard.”
“Don’t you dare come without me.”
A flash of a frown crosses his face as he realizes that’s a strong possibility. He pulls me up and walks me back to the couch and pushes me back over it and next thing I know his hands are on my thighs as he holds my legs back up over my shoulders.
His tongue swipes through my swollen wet lips and I flutter.
Oh no…hold it.
“Don’t you dare fucking come,” he growls, he licks me again, deeper this time and his eyes close in reverence.
Edward Prescott doesn’t go down on me for my pleasure, he does it for his.
Never have I met a man who loves the taste of a woman like he does.
His tongue deepens and I see stars and then he’s all in, licking me deep, his stubble burning my most intimate parts. “So fucking good,” he murmurs, his dark eyes rise to meet mine and my arousal glistens all over his face.
Good lord.
He goes again, deeper, more intimate, and then he adds a finger and then another and then two more.
“Oh,” I cry out as my toes curl.
“What’s wrong, sweet Doe?” he whispers as he comes up over me, his lips taking mine, and I taste myself as we kiss. “You need something more.”
I nod, how is he so good at this?
He fingerfucks me with his whole hand, hard and fast.
Brutal.
The sound of my body sucking him in echoes around the room and I see stars.
Oh, I remember this…nobody fucks like this man.
He’s the king.
His fingers get harder and faster and my mouth hangs open as I stare at him, whimpering as pleasure steals every coherent thought.
I shudder…no.
“Now!” I demand as I try to pull him down. “I need you inside of me,” I whisper. “Please,” I beg. “Now.”
With a dark smile he kisses the inside of my ankle that is being held back over my shoulder and he slowly eases himself in. Just an inch, he circles one way and then another. His thick quads are jacked as he holds himself up, my hands rise up over them as I feel his every muscle.
He goes shallow, little pumps, stretching me wider. Burning my entrance but not going any farther in, my body begins to rise off the couch by itself, searching for a deeper connection.
What is this move?
I begin to thrash beneath him. “Harder,” I demand. “Deeper.”
His teeth graze my neck and I feel him smile against my skin.
“What are you doing?” I cry as I lose control. “Give it to me.”
He holds my legs back and slams in hard, all the way. I’m stretched open to the hilt.
He’s big….
“Oh.” The air is knocked from my lungs as my eyes widen, I forgot his size.
Damn….
Then he’s riding me hard, fucking me with wild abandon. The couch begins to hit the wall with force, slamming loudly against the plaster.
A picture falls off the adjacent wall and comes crashing down, but it doesn’t halt him.
He doesn’t falter.
“So fucking good,” he moans, there’s no stopping him now. He’s locked on to his only goal, his body chasing the ultimate goal.
Orgasm.
My body ripples around his and I scream out as I am hit with a freight train of ecstasy.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He slams into me and holds himself deep, I feel the jerk of his cock deep inside of me as his body empties into mine.
He falls over me as we both gasp for air, wet with perspiration. Our bodies still connected. “You’re an animal,” I pant.
He smiles as he pulls me up by the hand. “You turn me into one.” Then he kisses me, his lips take mine as he holds my face in his hands. It’s slow and tender, loving.
Intimacy runs through us like a river and oh…. I’ve missed him.
“Nobody makes me feel like you do,” I murmur.
He smiles against my lips as his fingers drop and part the lips of my sex. “You’re about to feel it again.”
EDWARD
Tangled in the blankets, she lies in my arms. Naked and vulnerable and every bit as beautiful, if not even more beautiful than before.
She was hard to leave back then, even harder to find.
Impossible to forget.
And now, like a sorceress, she holds me even deeper under her spell.
I kiss her temple and hold her close against my body, my lips rest against her forehead as she sleeps. Her breasts are up against my chest and I can’t let go of her to sleep because I’m craving this new emotion she’s given me a glimpse of.
A special kind of magic that only she has.
Whatever it is…I feel out of my depth, like I just jumped out of a plane without a parachute. With no idea of where I’m going to land or how hard I’m going to hit the ground.
There’s only one thing I do know for sure: I’m spiraling out of control.
ALORA
I wake to the sound of the shower going, and I lie in the darkness for a while to try and get my bearings.
I don’t think we slept for more than an hour all night. He took me again and again until we both had nothing left to give.
And now…well, the world is just ruined, because where do you go after a night like that with a man like him? If this doesn’t work…I can’t imagine how I’m ever going to recover.
He owns me, body and soul.
I must look appalling and I really can’t have sex again, I’m sore. My body is throbbing from being overused. Sitting up, I look around the darkened bedroom, it’s luxurious and modern.
Nothing at all like my home or taste.
I see my black dress neatly folded on the chair, along with my underwear and stilettos, and I wince at the cheap feeling as it runs through me. I have to put that dress back on to get home.
The walk of shame.
Short minidresses and stilettos always feel so different in the light of day.
Edward walks into the bedroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist, fresh out of the shower. “Hi.” He smiles, he leans down and kisses me, his lips linger over mine. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” I drag my hand through my hair, self-conscious of how I must look.
“I have to play polo today, Doe.”
“Oh.” I glance around. “Of course, I’ll get going.”
“I’ll drive you home.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll catch an Uber.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and smiles over at me, his tanned chest is broad and his biceps are bulging. “I’m driving you home.”
“Okay.”
He kisses me again, longer with a little suction and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. He gets up and walks into the wardrobe.
He’s just so….
I scramble out of bed and grab my things and rush into the bathroom.
Naked while horny is great. Naked while feeling like a rat that’s just crawled out of a trash can is horrifying. I take a quick shower and re-dress into my clothes, should I put my high heels back on?
No…too far.
I walk back into the bedroom to see him fully dressed and sitting on the bed, waiting for me. I smile awkwardly. “I really can catch an Uber.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you catch an Uber home.”
“Okay.” I smile shyly. “Thank you.”
We get into the elevator and ride down to the parking lot; my shoes are in one hand and I pray to god that we don’t see anyone. He takes my hand and leads me to a dark green sports car, it’s wildly over the top and luxurious.
We make our way around to the passenger side of the car, he opens the door and I slink down into the seat.
It’s so low to the ground and has a cream leather interior.
I look around it in awe, I’ve never even seen a car this impressive, let alone driven in one.
“What kind of car is this?” I ask as he gets in behind the wheel.
“Aston Martin DB11.” He starts the engine and it roars with a deep growl.
“Oh…jeez.” I widen my eyes at him and he smiles. “It’s so loud.”