Chapter Eighteen
Lily
M idway through my meal, James abruptly interrupted by waving for the check. I wasn’t finished yet, but his imposing presence and commanding tone left me no choice but to comply. We rushed out of the restaurant and headed towards the hotel room he had already booked. His urgent demeanor made clear what he wanted for dessert.
As soon as we reached the room, James wasted no time removing my dress and hastily pulling down his pants. The coolness of the wall pressed against my bare back as he entered me without warning, eliciting simultaneous moans of pleasure from both of us. My attempts to move my hands were futile, as they were firmly held in place by his firm grip on my hips. The overwhelming sensation of his dominant control left me unable to resist or protest, succumbing to his every desire.
His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “This feels so good,” his voice hoarse with desire. With each long, slow thrust, we slammed into the wall behind us, but the impact only added to the intensity and urgency of our movements. Feeling wanted and devoured by him this way was always a welcome sensation.
In this moment, I could forget all my worries - the expensive treatments my father needed that I could now afford, thanks to James, and most importantly, how long he would continue to want me. He had pursued me because I was a virgin, but after our frequent encounters, that was no longer true. Yet he still seemed determined to be the only man inside of me. How long would that last? It was hard to predict, especially when his powerful thrusts left little room for any other thoughts than the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body.
My moans echoed off the walls as his hands gripped my hips firmly, pulling me away from the wall so that he could enter me even more deeply. He lost control and buried himself in me completely. All inhibitions were let go as we got lost in the intense sensations we were creating together. The feeling of him inside me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before - a mixture of ecstasy and raw desire that consumed us both in its fiery embrace.
My body was consumed by the intense sensations as his fingers worked my clit with expert precision. Each touch sent electric shocks through my body, causing me to writhe and jump uncontrollably.
“Fuck,” I moaned, the sound guttural and primal. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckled darkly, teasingly playing with my nipples while maintaining a relentless pace. I held onto him tightly, my nails digging into his skin as I lost control. Suddenly, I hit my head against the wall in the heat of passion, but neither of us cared.
His kisses were hungry and consuming, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath him. When he pulled away, I was grateful for the momentary reprieve from the intensity.
Then, once again, his lips were hot and insistent against mine, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume every inch of my being. This was what it felt like to be truly consumed by desire, and I never wanted it to end.
His movements became wild and frenzied, his body losing control as he approached the pinnacle of pleasure. The sensation of his cock plunging into my smooth walls was beyond words; I knew no one could compare to James and I never wanted anyone else. Sweat poured between us, melding our bodies together in a primal bond. His thrusts turned into aggressive grinding, pounding his hips against me with uncontrolled ferocity. He unleashed a stream of profanity, and I could feel his erection growing thicker inside of me, a sure sign of his imminent release. While one hand teased my nipples, the other intertwined our fingers in a desperate grasp. I moaned uncontrollably against his neck, feeling myself tighten around him as my climax rapidly approached.
“Where do you want me to come?” He grunted, his voice deep and rough.
My breathing hitched at the thought of James inside or on me. “Wherever you want.”
He slowly pulled out, slick with my arousal, and began stroking himself. The sight of his hand moving up and down his hard cock was mesmerizing against its glistening surface. My body quivered in anticipation as he reached his peak, releasing long streams of white cum that decorated my thighs and pussy.
James’s moans were like music to my ears, adding to the heat and passion between us. In a moment of climax, I could have sworn I heard him say another woman’s name, but it was quickly forgotten as I was captivated by the image before me. His head thrown back in ecstasy, muscles contracting in his arm and neck, and his cock twitching with every burst of release - these were moments permanently etched into my mind.
As his cock softened, he knelt to devour me with his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. His sudden actions caught me so off guard that I nearly surprisedly pushed him away.
“James!” I exclaimed, my voice trembling as I tried to process the overwhelming sensations flowing through me. His response was a simple grunt as he continued to explore my body with his mouth, skillfully navigating every inch of my skin. The ecstasy was almost too much to handle, my mind unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he was giving me. He took his time, teasing and taunting my wetness with his tongue until I could no longer resist.
“Please, stop,” I pleaded with him, but he only smiled and continued his expert ministrations. My mind went blank as he slipped three fingers inside me, each stroke driving me closer to the edge of bliss. His mouth worked tirelessly on my clit, adding fuel to the fire building within me. I could feel myself losing control, my body writhing beneath him as my fingers gripped tightly onto his hair.
“I’m going to come,” I warned him, unable to hold back any longer. With a final kiss to my stomach, he returned to my center with a voracious hunger. I froze in place as my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, arching my back and moaning uncontrollably. After several seconds of pure bliss, he pulled away from me with a drenched face and a satisfied chuckle.
“Delectable. You needed that,” he said smugly, standing up and kissing me again. The sticky warmth of his cock against my stomach sent shivers of pleasure through my body. He led me to the bed, our legs tangled together as we collapsed onto the soft sheets.
“I guess I did,” I breathed softly.
“That’s one of my specialties. Knowing exactly when a woman needs a good release,” James boasted, chuckling at my stunned expression. “But you’ll have to order from the menu for anything else.”
I couldn’t help but grin at him, feeling completely satisfied and glowing in his presence. “Let me guess… You want a sandwich?” he teased, trying to read my mind.
Shaking my head, I laughed happily, still basking in the afterglow of our fiery moments together.
“Wrong again? See, I never know what a woman wants outside the bedroom,” James jested, our laughter filling the room. But in the back of my mind, doubts began to creep in. Did he really understand women so well? Was he seeing other women besides me? Of course, he was - the one-client rule only applied to me. Perhaps I was just one in a long line of conquests for him.
I knew I needed to talk to Ava and find out for sure.