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“Hard, Alfie. I need it hard,” I pleaded, trying to convey to him my need for the comfort his rough fucking gave to me. I couldn’t explain it, I could only follow my instincts.
“That’s it, baby. Tell me you need me.” The sound of his belt unbuckling made my legs tremble, knowing what was coming.
“I need you, please.” I pushed back against him and he rewarded me with his cock. It slid inside me, separating my drenched folds, stretching me. He pushed so deep I couldn’t helpbut move away, the penetration so intense I could hardly bear it. I pushed up on my toes in an attempt to ease the pressure, but wickedly, he followed me, allowing me no relief. I wriggled my hips, desperately trying to accommodate him, and moaned in despair.
“Oh baby, do I need to keep you still?” He snaked his arms around my body, encircling me fully. One hand found my clitoris and began to circle the sensitive nub whilst the other took hold of my throat, pulling me back to him, forcing my back to arch and immobilising me completely.
“Mine,” he growled and I whimpered like a submissive animal. His teeth found their usual place at my neck and now that he had me in place, he began to move.
I tried to be quiet, I really, truly did, but it was impossible. Each thrust forced the air from my lungs and I gasped. I rose up higher on my toes, my hands wrapped around his biceps, my fingernails raking into the luxurious material of his suit. He manipulated my too-sensitive bud with expert fingers and within minutes he had me bearing down on him as my orgasm began to take me.
“No.” He administered a harsh slap to my sensitive nub that shocked me. “You’ll wait for me.” I groaned in frustration and panted, doing my best to stave off the inevitable. Every thrust seemed to slam right into the end of me. I held on, taking everything he could give. He bit into my skin and his grip tightened around my throat, restricting my air and heightening my pleasure in the most exquisite of ways. I took it. I took the hard fuck I’d begged for. I took his frustration and his pain. I took it all.
As his own release approached, he redoubled his efforts. The harsh sound of his skin smacking against mine echoed through the room and I cried out as he thrusted deep. He released my throat and clamped his hand over my mouth, muffling my criesand heightening the eroticism of the moment. His fingers found my clitoris again and he had me there, right there where my thoughts melt and my legs buckle.
Warm, mind-numbing pleasure spread throughout my body, with my core as the power source. I gritted my teeth, doing all I could to hold back the orgasm. I let out a keen cry and, at the pinnacle of my despair, his teeth released their grip on my neck and his lips pressed to my ear, his breaths harsh and laboured.
“Come,” he growled and my body imploded around him as he exploded into mine. It was expertly timed, executed with perfect precision. I would never get over it, the feeling of him spilling into me. As long as I lived, I would never, ever get over it.
My mind felt like it had been blown clean out of my head and I could do nothing but breathe and feel, breathe and feel. He worked us down slowly, taking care of me in every way that I needed him to. He kissed my neck and held me close, one hand against the wall and the other wrapped around my waist, holding us up. The floor was dirty so we didn’t sit, but he held me, still buried deep inside me, until my body stopped shaking and I could stand on my own.
My head fell back against him, my eyes shut and my breaths coming in short, sharp pants as I tried to regain my equilibrium. I was flying. I was high on him. How could I ever give this up? The notion was insanity.Wewere insanity.
“Come back to me, Lola,” he whispered. I smiled and nuzzled against his neck.
“I’m here.” He withdrew from me slowly and turned me, leaning me against the wall so I didn’t fall. Without him holding me up, I most definitely would.
“Better?” he asked and I nodded as he straightened his clothing.
“You?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” He did look a little better. There was an ease in his eyes that hadn’t been there before and as for me, the ache in my chest had all but disappeared. He picked up my underwear and used them to clean me before folding them and placing them in his pocket. I arched an eyebrow at the idea of this billionaire mogul walking around with my semen-soaked underwear in his pocket, but he merely gave me a‘so what?’look that had me giggling.
My stomach chose that very inappropriate moment to rumble loudly and his brows rose.
“Hungry?”
“Starving.”
“I thought you might be. Elliot has gone to fetch dinner but he’ll be another hour or two. Can you wait?” I nodded. The prospect of Alfie Tell eating take-out was a delightful one. He kissed me softly, the sweetness of it only soured by his phone ringing. He stiffened, took it out of his pocket, and answered it. “Wait,” he snapped at whoever was on the line and hung up. I would have been shocked by his abruptness if I hadn’t become so hardened to it. “I have to work for a while.” His expression, his posture all showed signs that he was snapping out of our world and back intothatone.
“Okay. Do you mind if I explore while you do…whatever it is you do?” I picked up my bag from the paint-splattered ladder I’d hung it from.
“I would prefer to have you in the office with me but I’ll never get anything done with you around so yes, you may. Just don’t go out of sight of the house.” I was tempted to fight him on it but instead, I just nodded my head.
“I love it when you’re feeling amenable,” he said, his tone as smooth as silk.
“Don’t get used to it, Tell.” I folded my arms. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. He pressed his foreheadagainst mine and sighed as if he didn’t want to go back out there and face the real world. I knew the feeling. Together, we existed in a vacuum. Stepping back into the world of real life and responsibility was jarring.
He took my hand, a resolute expression on his face and, after picking the key up from where I’d dropped it, he led us back out into the world. The stiffness in his form returned and his expression grew more distant as we got closer to parting ways.
“So, I have a question.” I was surprised to hear him laugh a little. He looked down at me fondly as we walked, hand in hand down the expansive hallway.
“Do you ever not have a question, Lola?” I gave him a playful nudge in the ribs. “Alright, what’s your question?” he asked as he began to wind us back through the house the way we came.
“What happened to the violin?”
His hand tightened on mine but only a little. I really hoped that I wasn’t treading somewhere that I shouldn’t. “I donated it to a charity auction,” he answered too quickly, the lie rolling off his tongue like honey. I arched a sceptical brow at him.