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He wasn’t going to take this further.

Did I need to speak up?

To be the one to say, ‘Stop, Alex, I want this’.

Maybe I was, but when I opened my mouth, I couldn’t bring myself to utter a sound. I watched him walk to his door, open it, and disappear inside, and the words I wanted to say stayed in my heart and went unspoken.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-THREE

ALEX

It took every ounce of restraint I had to walk away from her. I didn’t want to, and I knew from the look in her eyes she didn’t want me to.

So why was I hurting us both and walking away?

Because I wanted to make sure she was ready. Not tipsy on champagne, but fully with me, in the moment. Able to give me her full consent, knowing she wouldn’t regret it in the morning. But damn, it was hard to leave her looking so needy and sexy.

Once I’d reached my bedroom suite, I locked the door and stalked straight to my bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped my clothes off, throwing them into my laundry basket until I was standing there completely naked. Then I stepped into the shower and put my head under the hot water, letting it cascade over me as I closed my eyes.

Fuck, I wanted her. I wanted to do so many dirty things to her. Give her so much pleasure that she couldn’t handle it. Imprint myself into her soul so she’d never want to leave me.

I pressed one hand against the tiles in the shower as I took my hard, throbbing cock into my other hand and started to pump slowly. Sparks and tingles tantalised my spine as I fantasised about her being on my bed, spread out for me, legs open. I hung my head, my cock pulsing as I stroked a little faster at the thought of crawling up the bed, like a wild animal ready to devour her. My breaths became shallow and erratic when I pictured how I’d tease her with my tongue, swirling it around her clit, pushing into her tight pussy before I’d use my whole mouth to suck and taste her. Fuck, she’d taste so good. My balls tightened and I rocked my hips into my hand as I imagined teasing her clit relentlessly until she orgasmed in my mouth, but I wouldn’t stop. I’d keep going, licking and sucking until she came again and again and again. I wouldn’t stop till her legs were shaking and her voice was raw from screaming my name.

I moaned as I envisioned lifting her legs, putting them on my shoulders as I thrust my cock into her, losing my shit at how tight she was, how perfect she felt. Her wet pussy would squeeze my cock, milking me as I thrust over and over. The fucking headboard would be banging on the wall as I slammed into her, and I’d watch her face as she climaxed. I’d feel her walls clench, spasming, gripping me tightly, and I’d watch my cock as it sank into her gorgeous pussy. I’d make her tell me who her pussy belonged to... me. I’d fuck her hard until the sun came up. I wouldn’t be able to stop.

I felt the delicious sparks of my orgasm building as images of her on her knees, choking on my cock filled my head. Looking up at me with tears in her eyes as she took every goddamn inch down her throat. Then I thought about pushing her face first onto the bed and fucking her from behind as I teased her tight little asshole. Fuck, I’d pull out of her pussy and slide into her ass, too, making her scream and...

I started to come. Hot spurts spilling into the shower as my fantasies made me lose control. I swear I uttered her name as I lost myself in the ecstasy I’d created in my mind. It wasn’t enough to fully sate me, but it would help ease some of the tension. But I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back. And I knew, the minute she gave me the green light, I would never let her go.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-FOUR

EMMA

Ilay in my bed with my hands between my legs, fingers stroking over my clit, teasing an orgasm so that I could ease my frustration. In my mind, I thought about all the things Alex would do to me, the things I’d do to him. Fuck, I couldn’t stay here if he was going to edge me like this. I couldn’t stand the torture.

I closed my eyes, picturing him opening the door. He wouldn’t knock. He’d take what he wanted. And what he wanted right now was me.

He’d be shirtless, his muscular, tattooed chest rippling as he stalked over to the bed. Then he’d rip the covers off, and when he realised what I was doing, how I was fingering myself, he’d tell me what a bad girl I was and that he needed a taste.

With confidence oozing from every pore, acting like the dom I guessed he could be, he’d pull my hand from between my legs and lean down to suck my fingers into his mouth. His eyes would close, and he’d groan in appreciation. Then, once he’d pulled them out, he’d tell me how good I tasted. His bad girl would taste fucking delicious.

Seeing my bare pussy would make him even more feral, his eyes would blaze with need, and he’d tell me to get up and take his trousers off. I’d act coy, even though I couldn’t wait to do as I was told, and I’d sit on the edge of the bed. First, I’d unbuckle his belt, then pull his zipper down slowly. Next, I’d tug his trousers and boxers to his thighs and then his ankles, all the time staring up at him through my lashes, giving him doe eyes to drive him wild.

His cock would be stiff, long and thick, and so close to my face. I’d run my fingers slowly up the inside of his thighs, then cup his balls, teasing and tickling him.

In a gruff voice, he’d moan, “Suck my cock like a good girl and take me all the way down your fucking throat.” And I would.

I’d suck him like my life depended on it, swirling my tongue around the tip and driving him so crazy he’d fist my hair in his hand to force me further onto his cock. He’d throw his head back and moan as he slid right down my throat. He’d fuck my face and make my eyes water as he growled and told me what a good girl I was. Then he’d tell me to touch myself as I sucked him.

I’d feel his cock throb on my tongue as I stroked my clit and...

Fuck, I started to come on the bed, my back arching as ripples of pleasure flowed through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, savouring every spark of my orgasm. And then, as the feeling subsided, I opened my eyes and stared across the room at the door that was still closed.

He said he had a lot of doors available to me tonight. That he could make things happen. It was such a shame one of those doors wasn’t to his bedroom.