CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Desmond
I can tell from the look on her face that she had spoken to that bastard. Yes, I should have made clear that I would destroy him if he had tried to even contact her, and it seemed that he still went on ahead to tell her what I had done.
“We need to talk, Desmond,” Lorelei stops me, her arms folded across her chest, her lips tightly drawn.
She doesn’t know how adorable she is when she looks that way, but now isn’t the time to admire the cuteness of my wife. No, I need to address the elephant in the room, which is her ex.
“He called you, didn’t he?” I ask as I walk toward her. “I should have warned him against that.”
“Warned him? Desmond, you beat a man up so that he requires multiple stitches! What if he reports you?”
“Oh, so now you’re worried about him?” I fire, realizing that I might have lost my temper.
The way her shoulder seems to slump makes my heart hurt, and I immediately apologize. Paul is the enemy here, not Lorelei; there’s no reason for me to fight her. We should focus on Paul and the situation he caused, not fighting ourselves. I hate the idea of fighting with Lorelei.
“Let me rephrase my words, Lorelei. That guy threatened you, and trust me, if there is one thing I hate, it is being threatened. I won’t let anyone hurt or even make you uncomfortable.”
“That doesn’t justify beating him up, Desmond!” She snaps, which confuses me. “You beat the man, do you know that makes you look? He’s scared of you, Desmond!”
Does she care for the guy even though he is a scum of the earth who had tried to blackmail her? No, that doesn’t seem to be the case, and I think she hates the fact that I used violence.
Oh my sweet, beautiful Lorelei.
She doesn’t understand that violence is the language men like Paul speak, and unless you use it judiciously against them, they won’t do what you want them to do. However, I need to be sure she understands why I had to beat him.
“So what did you expect me to do when he sent me those pictures of you?” I ask her.
“Talk to me about it. It’s my business, and you could have trusted me!”
It isn’t that I don’t trust her, but seeing the fact that another man dares to look at Lorelei that way makes me angry.
I should be the only one who gets to look and even think of her that way.
I, Desmond Sinclair, and not any other man, especially not a scum of the earth like that Paul!
Lorelei takes a seat as she sighs heavily, telling me that she is concerned that Paul might report me or try to make things legal.
I know for certain that won’t happen, and I just need to assure her that it won’t.
“Trust me, I can handle myself, Lorelei,” I say as I sit next to her. “What we should be talking about is why you kept it away from me, Lorelei. Do I scare you that much?”
The notion that Lorelei might hate me scares me, and I need to be sure she doesn’t feel that way about me. Taking a deep breath, I tell her how I noticed the defeated look on her face all week, and I wanted to find out what’s wrong.
“So when I saw the pictures he sent to you, I just couldn’t take it.”
She pauses, biting her lips nervously before asking. “Did you look at them?”
From her shifty gaze and the way her voice is lowered, I can tell that Lorelei is embarrassed, which makes me want her even more. I have gone through those pictures, and boy, I never imagined she had that side to her.
“Oh, I did, and I have several questions, Lorelei. I mean, you never struck me as the kinky type, and I wonder if you dress up like that often.”
“I’m not a kinky type, Desmond,” she replies, her embarrassment only making me want her more.
It has been a while now since I have been intimate with her, and I don’t think I can hold myself back anymore, but I would never force myself on a woman. If Lorelei and I are going to get intimate, she has to let me know she wants me.
“Really? You know, I found myself looking at those pictures, and I wondered when I’ll get to see that side of you.”
I intend to tease her, to see how much I can make her feel embarrassed.
“Do you want to see that side of me?” Lorelei asks as she looks at me.
“Oh yes, I want to. I want to see and get to know every side of you, Lorelei,” I tell her as I lean closer.
I can feel her desire, which clearly matches mine, and just a little more, I can tell that she would beg me to take her, but that isn’t what happens.
No, Lorelei suddenly jumps to her feet, mumbling something as she walks away.
I stay where I am, realizing that maybe I might have pushed her too far.
I have always been a man who prides himself on his self-control, but Lorelei is making me lose it.
Leaning back into the chair, I stare up at the ceiling, realizing that I might need to take a bath to calm myself down.
How many minutes go by, I am not entirely sure, but suddenly I become aware of Lorelei’s presence in the room, and I look at her.
“We might just—” I begin, my breath stopping as I look at her.
Lorelei is wearing what seems to be a floral bikini, and my gaze washes over her entire body. She looks beautiful, and I wondered if she had been keeping the bikini all this time.
“This is the only sexy clothing I can find at the moment,” she whispers, her voice barely traveling through the room.
For me, it is more than enough, and I get onto my feet, crossing the distance between us. I stand right in front of her as I watch the generous swell of her tits under that bra.
“You look….” I trail off, not sure of the right word to use.
“Sexy?” Lorelei weakly suggests.
“Yes. Sexy,” I say as I lean to kiss her, but she stops me.
“Let me take the lead.”
Holding my hand, she brings me right to the couch and sits me down. My mouth goes dry as I watch her fingers reach for the button of my pants. I try to help her, but Lorelei slaps my hand away. I love this assertive side of her, and I did not realize that I’d have to thank Paul for this.
“You wanted to see this side of me, so you don’t get to interrupt the process,” she says to me.
She spins into action, taking off my pants, her nervous and awkward movement exciting me even further. My cock is rock hard, and a tent has formed in my boxer briefs. I notice a soft gasp escapes from her lips as she tugs at my boxer briefs, releasing my cock from its restraint.
“Someone is hard,” she says as she wraps her hand around the shaft of my cock.
Something about the sight makes me crazy, and even though I want nothing more than to plunge into her, I am excited to see what she would do.
Lorelei leans closer, a soft kiss on the head of my cock, and she slowly trails down to my balls.
Being pleasured by Lorelei this way is nothing but a thrill, and then she surprises me even more.
She takes my cock right into her mouth, an act that I have never thought Lorelei would do.
She clearly isn’t a pro at it, but her enthusiasm and eagerness make up for her lack of experience. After a few seconds of trying to please me with her mouth, she decides she is ready to move on to the next thing. I watch as she peels off her panties, her glistening crotch staring right at me.
“Wondering what’s next?” she asks, and I can already tell.
“Yes,” I answer huskily as she wraps her hand around my cock.
She gently straddles me, then guides me into her, her hand on my shoulder as she tries to balance herself. The heat inside her almost drives me over the edge as she slowly descends, taking in all of my length.
“Ohhh,” Lorelei moans out, her head thrown back, no doubt savoring the feeling of my cock buried in her. “Am I too heavy?”
“No, you’re not. You’re perfect, Lorelei, you’re so perfect,” I tell her, my eyes focused on her nipples.
“Good. That’s good,” she mumbles as she begins to move.
I have seen beautiful sights, but they all pale in comparison to the sight of my cock sliding out of her pussy or the way her tits jiggle with her movement.
I know that she is in control, but the truth is that I can’t stop myself.
No, I find my hand holding her tits, cupping them as I play with her nipple, knowing full well how sensitive they are.
Lorelei picks up the pace, moving her hips as the couch creeks. I hold on to her waist to support her as she pants. “Do you see what I can do? Did you expect this?”
The challenge in her voice is obvious, and no, I didn’t think that she would be this way. I lean closer to her, her tits crushing against my chest, and I admit to her.
“No, I didn’t, and I can’t wait to get to know more about this,” I whisper into her ear.
I met each of her thrusts by lifting my hips, and Lorelei descends into moans, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room. I pinch her nipples, bringing a loud moan from her, which drives me even closer to the edge.
“This…is…me,” she breathes loudly, her pussy walls clenching around my cock.
I can tell she is close, and I pinch her nipples harder, the sensation making her roll her head back.
“I’m coming, Desmond. I’m coming,” she cries out as her nails dig into my back.
I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her steady as I thrust my hips as fast as I can.
A long, low moan escapes from her mouth as her entire body stiffens, waves of orgasms rolling all over her.
The intensity of her climax, the way her tits crush against my chest, and her hot breath against my neck send me into my own climax.
I hold her as tightly as I can as my cock pulses deep inside her, pouring my seed into her.
We both hold each other, our foreheads against each other as we try to catch our breath.
Letting Lorelei take the lead has been nothing but pure bliss, and this isn’t going to be the last time.
In fact, we are just getting started, and I really want to see what more surprises she has waiting for me.