CHAPTER TWELVE
Lorelei
Everything about Desmond drives me crazy. His broad shoulders, his breath, his touch, everything has my nerves stretched out. When his fierce lips kiss me, I melt against him as I realize that I won’t be able to resist him.
As he leads me into his bedroom, I follow him willingly as he places me on the bed. His eyes flare with desire, and that makes me even wetter.
How is it that everything about him makes me feel desired?
“You’re beautiful, Lorelei,” Desmond murmurs huskily.
His thumbs hook into my panties, and a moan escapes from my lips as he draws them down.
I watch as he gazes at my exposed pussy, a growl escaping from him.
He brings his face close, his hot breath showering my inner thighs.
I expect him to do something, but his face hovers right at my entrance, driving me crazy.
“Desmond,” I beg, knowing that he is enjoying this.
His thumb rubs against my wet, swollen clit, and my entire body shivers at the contact.
This man has a strong hold over me, and every time with him feels like my very first time being intimate with any man.
He slides his finger into me, and a low moan escapes from my lips as he begins to slowly thrust in and out.
“Yes… Yes…” I moan out as Desmond slowly fucks me with his fingers.
He brings his face right over my clit, and then he takes it in, his mouth sucking on the engorged clit, curling my toes.
His free hand finds its way right up to my tits, and he cups them, his finger flickering my nipples.
Desmond understands my body far better than I do, and that’s what makes me vulnerable to him.
He replaces his finger with his tongue, and I feel that warm sensation wash over me as he slowly licks from my entrance up to my clit.
“Desmond,” his name escapes from my lips as he repeats the act.
He does it three more times as my hips jerk, unable to take the assault on my body.
“Love that? Do you love that?” he asks as he looks up at me.
All I can do is nod as I don’t trust myself to say a word.
He smiles in that handsomely devilish way of his as he dips right back again, his tongue getting to work as he alternates between sucking and licking my entrance. The way he explores my body drives me crazy, and then he suddenly stops, the fog in my mind clearing as I wonder what he is up to next.
I watch as he leans close, his face close to mine, and I expect him to kiss me, but he doesn’t. His nose against mine, I feel two of his fingers slip into me, and another moan escapes from me.
“That’s it,” I say, my lips quivering.
Desmond moves down, his attention finally coming to my chest. I watch as he takes my right nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it gently, his tongue flickering right over it as his fingers now begin to slide in and out of me rapidly.
“Oh, God!” I moan out as my other nipple becomes perky and sensitive.
I can feel my own orgasm start to build up, and if Desmond continues at this rate, it’s only a matter of time before I orgasm.
Maybe it’s from the way I roll my eyes or the way I throw my head back as I grasp tightly to the bedsheets, somehow, Desmond figures out that I am so close now, and he stops.
“What are you-” I begin as he goes down on his knees.
He buries his face right between my thighs, and he begins again. His tongue goes deep into me, sucking and licking with intensity as his thumb rubs my clit vigorously. The combined action of his thumb and tongue drives me right over the edge as my entire body begins to vibrate, my orgasm exploding.
My toes curl, and my body tightens as the wave of pleasure rides through my entire body. A few seconds pass, and Desmond looks up from where he is. He rubs his hand against my pussy, which is slick and wet from my recent orgasm.
“I need you, Desmond,” I beg him.
“I know. I know you do,” Desmond says as he stands erect.
I can spot his hardened cock, and the sight of it has me dripping wet again.
I still can’t get used to the size of his cock.
I moan as he lines his cock right against my pussy lips, waiting for him to push himself into me, but Desmond doesn’t enter immediately.
Instead, he rubs his cock right against my thigh, a sensation that I enjoy so much.
I lick my lips in anticipation as he finally decides to enter me.
“Yes…” I call out as his cock enters deep into me.
Just the tip and with a smooth thrust, Desmond pushes his entire member deep into me, the girth of his cock filling me up entirely.
I hold on tightly to him as he brings his mouth to my sensitive nipples, as my pussy wraps around his cock.
Something about him being buried deep within me just feels right, and as Desmond starts to move slowly, I know I’d give anything to be with him forever.
He begins to thrust, his pace increasing with each thrust.
My nails dig into him for support as our bodies slap against each other, the sound filling the room.
He kisses me right on the lips as my body coils at the pleasure, rocking my entire body.
It hasn’t been long since I had an orgasm, and yet, I can feel another one coming.
However, I want an orgasm with him. Knowing I’d need to pick the pace to make him cum, I clench my pussy walls, Desmond responding with a groan.
“You’re tight, Lorelei,” he says huskily.
He brings his thumb down to my clit again and begins to rub it as he continues to pound me with his cock.
I grab on tightly to the bedsheets as my entire body tenses up, another powerful orgasm slamming into me.
Desmond doesn’t stop as my body clamps down, my pussy walls tightening around his cock as waves of pleasure hit me.
My head rolls back, my mouth wide open as a scream escapes.
Desmond silences me with a kiss as he sucks on my tongue.
I have no idea how long my orgasms last, but just as the last wave of pleasure fades out, Desmond begins to huff, a sign that his own orgasm is close by. I flex my pussy walls again, and a long groan escapes from him as he buries himself into me.
“That’s it!” He calls out as his cock twitches inside me.
Hot thick pulses of his semen spill inside me, and Desmond gently bites my shoulders as his cock pulses.
We both remain in that position for a few seconds as Desmond gathers himself.
His cock is still inside me, and he moves gently, his lips finding mine as we begin to kiss passionately.
Once we break the kiss, he looks at me, his gaze searching mine.
“Lorelei,” he breathes, his voice thick with desire.
“Yes?” I manage to ask, almost breathless.
“You’re mine. All mine,” he mutters as he kisses my collarbone, his other hand cupping my tits.
I can’t bring myself to say a word because I know he is right. I would never be able to resist Desmond, not when he grants my body’s desires the way no man has ever done.
*****
We explored each other’s bodies for hours, Desmond taking me right in the bedroom, then again on the kitchen floor when I went to get something to eat, then in the bathroom after I decided I wanted a bath.
I have always thought of myself as a bit reserved, barely able to go more than two or three rounds max.
Desmond shattered that logic as I lost count of how many times we went at it.
At the crack of dawn, we finally went to sleep with Desmond sleeping soundly right beside me.
When it was seven o’clock, I made my decision to finally leave.
Before we kissed last night, I had already booked a bus heading back to Daston, determined that I couldn’t stay here.
Even after the beautiful night we had, I can’t stay here in Velhaven, not when my entire life is back in Daston.
Taking great care, I sneak out of the penthouse and down onto the street, ensuring none of his people had spotted me.
I easily find my way to the bus terminal where my bus will be leaving in an hour.
As I sit at the terminal, I find myself thinking about Desmond and the night we just shared.
My entire body still aches from the way he had handled me, and the truth is that I’d do it all again without a second thought.
Yet, that doesn’t mean that I am eager to settle into a marriage with Desmond.
No, being involved with Desmond Sinclair is dangerous for me.
Yet, I can’t help but think of his body.
I swallow nervously as I shake away my thoughts, wanting to think only about getting onto my bus.
I get on, and I make my way to my seat. Luckily for me, I am seated at the back, and I lean against the glass, wanting to nap until we get to Daston.
I must have dozed off because when I woke up, the bus was moving and a man was sitting right next to me.
“Please can you-” I begin as I stare at the man right beside me. “What are you doing here?”
“Traveling with you,” Desmond answers casually.
I jump to my feet, and that’s when I realize that the entire bus is empty apart from the two of us. I sit down and then ask in a harsh whisper what’s going on.
“I saw you sneak out this morning, and I followed you. All I had to do was find out which bus you were taking, and I rented it out.”
“What about the other passengers?”
He shrugged and explained that he bought their ticket for two thousand dollars, and I couldn’t help but calculate the numbers in my head. Why would this man decide to go by road when he has a private jet to take him anywhere he wants?
“I thought it would be a nice experience. I have never traveled so far by road before, and I thought it would be nice. Don’t worry, I have Timothy and my men following us in a car,” Desmond says to me. “Now, I think we should continue where we stopped last night.”
He places his hands right on my lap, and I almost want to brush his hands away, but his hands slip under my dress, finding their way to my panties that are already wet. I know I should stop him, but I can’t bring myself to, and somehow, I desperately find myself craving his cock inside me.
What has this man done to me?