24. Chapter 23 #2
Trent rolled the condom down his long length and crawled on the bed between my spread legs. “There’re so many things I want to do to you, but right now I need to be inside you.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock and caressed him from root to tip, getting my first feel of him in weeks.
A hiss escaped his lips as his eyes closed in ecstasy.
I lifted my hips and brought him to my entrance.
He braced himself over me and slowly pushed inside, my body stretching to accommodate his wide girth. “So good,” I murmured.
“So damn good,” he whispered back. Trent moved his hips at a leisurely pace, drawing out every stroke, every inch of him massaging me from the inside out. It was pure pleasurable torture, and I loved every second of it.
My arms wrapped around his neck, and I fused our mouths together in a passionate kiss.
I wanted to be closer to this man who’d driven me crazy with endless power plays in the office.
I might have fought him in the boardroom, but in the bedroom, I’d submit to whatever he wanted.
I already knew he’d take good care of me, and I was more than happy to be at his mercy.
Trent lifted my leg and hiked it to his waist, changing the angle and pushing in deeper. “I can’t go slow much longer.”
“Then don’t. Fuck me, Mr. Dorsey.”
He growled from deep in his chest, picking up the pace, pistoning into me like a man on a mission.
With each stroke his pelvis rubbed against my clit, pushing me closer to orgasm.
I was ready to come again, and my walls began to clench.
“Don’t you dare,” he ordered, pulling out and flipping me over.
With an arm around my waist, he hoisted me to my knees and impaled me from behind.
My body shook and I fell to my elbows, pressing my cheek to the bed. I snaked one hand between my legs, desperate to get the orgasm he stole from me. He slapped it out of the way. Not capable of much more, I whimpered my complaint and wiggled my ass.
Trent gave it a swift smack. My skin stung.
I’d never been spanked before, but I found it erotically arousing.
“Don’t try to top from the bottom,” he scolded.
“Your orgasms belong to me. I won’t let you take them.
” He smacked my ass again. My core flooded from the sensation and his commanding tone.
“You like that, don’t you, Miss Romano?”
I whimpered.
“Answer me.” Trent continued to pound into me.
“Yes,” I squeaked out.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” I shouted.
“Good girl. I’ll give you what you want.” He reached between my legs and rubbed my clit furiously. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I shouted again.
With his fingers working my clit and his cock deep in my pussy, the sensations were almost too much. My climax built quickly, my body clenching around him. “Not yet,” he growled.
Like I had any control. “I can’t….” Trying to hold it back only made it more intense. I was riding the edge, ready to tip over. A series of incoherent expletives fell from my mouth.
“Now!” He doubled down his efforts and I exploded. My eyes rolled back, and my head swam from the inundation of endorphins. I felt like I was flying, soaring through space and time to some unknown destination. I was high as a kite, and I didn’t want to come down.
Soft kisses started on my shoulder and trailed down my spine as my body gently floated back to earth. “How do you feel?”
“Like a jellyfish. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t move if I wanted to.”
He chuckled and tapped my ass that was still up in the air. “Stay put.” Pulling out, he walked his naked self to the bathroom.
“No worries.” I gave him a thumbs-up from my awkward position on the bed while appreciating his retreating form.
My legs slid out from under me, and I collapsed in a heap of boneless flesh.
Wow! The entire experience was existential.
I thought the pleasure I received during our threesome was a unicorn, but tonight proved it existed outside of that little bubble.
Sex with my ex was satisfying, but it was never…
this. All my life I’d been waiting for a man to take control in the bedroom. Never did I think it would be my boss.
Trent returned with a towel and gently wiped it between my legs, an intimate gesture I wasn’t accustomed to. “That was amazing,” he said with a kiss to my cheek.
I cracked an eye open. “Meh. It was alright.”
“Alright?” He laughed. “Is that why you called out my name over and over?”
“I didn’t call out your name.” Did I? Everything was a blur.
“I assure you, you did. Trent! Fuck, Trent! Fuck me harder! You have a filthy mouth, Miss Romano. Some of the words that came out of those pretty little lips would make a sailor blush.”
I groaned. “I don’t remember any of that. I must have blacked out.”
“I’ll let you rest before round two.”
Round two? I’d barely survived round one.
Trent pulled back the comforter and moved me onto the sheets. Lying behind me, he covered us both and pulled me against his chest. It was warm and cozy, and I felt something I hadn’t felt in years… completely content.