Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
BELLA
“Do you still think she isn’t deserving?” he asks, his hand rubbing across his mouth and all I want to do is have his lips on mine.
“I know she isn’t,” I just about manage, my breath shaky and every fibre of me is burning with want and need.
“Then fuck it,” he growls, hands cupping my face and he slants me up to face him as our lips brush and our tongues dance and I know I am done for.
He pushes me onto the countertop, my legs opening as he stands between them, hands still clasped around my face, our kiss hot and heavy and messy.
My hands move to the nape of his neck, tugging on his hair and I am needy for him. He groans as his fingers skim down the side of my body and dance across my thighs before they deep between them.
“These tights are no good,” he pants, skimming his fingers a little higher as he rubs my pussy through the material.
“Take them off,” I whisper, too much alcohol swimming in my veins to even know what is morally right.
None of this is morally right.
But he rips them at the crutch, before his fingers are rubbing over my pantie covered clit.
“Oh shit,” I moan, pulling his lips to mine as he teases me.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he hums breaking the kiss as he looks between us.
“Fuck me, Henry; I need you,” I whisper as his fingers slip into the side of my panties and glide into my cunt. “Oh,” my head tips back.
“Shit you feel so good,” he groans as his lips dust up the column of my neck, nipping at my hot and sensitive skin. The pad of his thumb brushes over my clit as I shudder into him, his fingers fucking me slow.
“Then fuck me,” I pant, my eyes steadying on him.
Fumbling with his shirt buttons, I undo them one by one before pushing it off his shoulders, my mouth edging forward as I place messy kisses over his chest, licking his tanned skin and I am addicted to him.
I shove his shirt into my bag, hiding the evidence of our affair from the restroom.
Next is his belt, unbuckling it and undoing his trouser buttons, but before I can push them down, he stops me and marvels at me, as if he can’t believe this is happening as his fingers stroke my g-spot.
“Are you clean?” he asks, eyes darkening, and it takes me a moment to answer.
“Yes,” I nod, eyes rolling as his strokes are slow and deep. “I’ve only been with one person…” I pant, fingers tightening around the edge of the counter. “It was bad, so I stick with the ones from my romance books,” I moan as he brushes his thumb across my clit.
“Good,” he groans just as his fingers slip out of me and he is unbuttoning my shirt, large hands cupping my tits as he pushes them together and kisses over them, flattening his tongue as he strokes across my sensitive skin.
“Are you?” I’m breathless, too needy for him.
“I can’t even tell you the last time I was with Cla—” And I smash my lips onto his.
Reaching under me, he lifts me and walks me into one of the cubicles, locking the door behind him as he pins me to the wall with his hips, my legs locked around his waist.
“I’ve fantasised about you, about us…” he nips at my jaw as he pushes my mini skirt around my waist, bearing me to him. His fingers brush across my pelvis before he shreds my tights completely, giving him access to where he wants, where he needs.
“Have you?” I whisper, his lips dusting across my chest.
“Mmhm,” he hums just as I lift his head up, levelling his eyes to mine.
“Well you no longer have to fantasise,” and he groans, one hand fumbling to release his hard and throbbing cock from his trousers and I am desperate to see him, to feel him, to taste him. All of those thoughts leave me as he lifts me and impales me onto his cock in one swift move and I choke out, his fingers digging into my hips, my feet locked around his back as my heels dig into his flesh.
“You feel so big,” I whine, eyes rolling.
“Fuck Bella,” his head tips back, his cock buried deep inside of me.
“Do I feel good, Henry?” I purse, pulling his lips to mine before he can answer, and I need him to move.
Pulling his hips back, he slides out to the tip before slamming into me and I moan into his open mouth, eyes rolling.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he groans, slamming into me once more.
“Then show me how amazing I feel,” I whisper in his ear, his hands cupped underneath my ass as he spreads me, his cock slipping in a little deeper and I am drunk off him.
Moans fill the room as he pounds into me, slipping in and out with ease as my arousal coats his cock, thrust after thrust. I let go from around his neck, one hand pressing onto the closed door, the other resting on his shoulder as he relentlessly fucks my pussy, hard.
“I’m going to ruin your little pussy. Fuck Bella, you’re so tight.”
“Yes, ruin me, ruin all of me,” I moan out.
“Are you going to let me fill you with a baby, brat? Can I fill your sweet little cunt full of me?”
Oh fuck .
My stomach knots, my insides are burning and the feel of my orgasm building chokes me.
“Tell me, tell me I can fill you with my baby, Bella.”
And then the restroom door opens outside the cubicle, soft chatter filling the loud space, and my eyes widen.
“Quiet,” he whispers, his thrusts slowing as he pulls out to his tip, stretching me before slowly, agonisingly filling me to the hilt.
I moan.
He clasps his hand over my mouth and my eyes roll in the back of my head as he continues slowly fucking me, each stroke pushing me closer to my orgasm.
“Someone has left their bag in here,” one of the women says and Henry lets go of my mouth for just a second.
“It’s mine,” I call out, but my voice is laced with a moan. “Just…” thrust . “Leave,” thrust. “It,” I breathe out and Henry’s hand is back clasped over my mouth, his lips edging towards my ear.
“Let me put a baby in you,” and my pussy tightens.
He moves back, a delicious smile on his face as he fucks me and I nod, eyes glistening as I try my hardest not to come yet but Henry makes it impossible.
“There’s a good girl, now come all over my cock before I fill your tight little cunt up.”
I come on command, and he tightens his clasp over my mouth, my back arching and gone is the slow and sensual strokes. Henry pounds into me hard and fast and I struggle to catch my breath as he comes, filling me until he is satisfied.
Letting me down, he swirls his fingers at my dripping pussy and slips two of his thick fingers inside of me, pushing our cum deep inside of me.
“We don’t want to waste any now, do we? Be a good girl and keep that tight cunt nice and full,” he leans in and kisses my nose before walking out of the cubicle.
And me?
I’m left coming down from the hottest sex of my life with my boss’s husband.
Shit.