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‘Necessity definitely is the mother of all invention, plum.’
Something swipes the flesh of my ass. With the jolt, my skin comes alive—with the jolt, my body jerks against his hand, expletives like bullets as they hit the air.
‘Motherfucker! What the fuck?’
I don’t think I’ve ever cursed as much as I have around this man. This bad influence.
‘Tell me you won’t see him again.’ His words are stronger this time, but he doesn’t wait for an answer before swiping my other cheek.
I hear the sound of... of whatever it is before it hits me again. But this time, I bite back my cry. I’d like to say he rains down a torrent of blows, but in reality, he hits me twice more on each cheek. And each time, I think I hate it a little less. Each time, my cries take on the tenor of a moan. But I don’t agree not to see Julian.
A girl has her principles, if nothing else. Something drops by my head; a silicone spatula.
‘Could’ve been worse.’ The backdrop to his words is the clink of his belt and the sound of his zipper. My insides emptily clench. ‘There’s a wooden spoon in the same drawer. Believe me, that hurts a lot worse.’
The sound I make as he enters me is low and greedy and sublime. I want it in a bottle along with my other gathered Will sounds. And I feel him everywhere. From his breath on my back to the hands he has wrapped around my hips. His hard cock inside me, and his simmering frustration—his desperation for me to give in.
‘Fuck, I need you.’ His voice is rough, but he doesn’t make a move as he draws his hand down my spine. A shiver chases his fingertips.
‘Have me,’ I whisper, pushing back.Fuck me, I want to say as my insides yearn.
He’s going to do it,I think, as his cock slide the length of me. But no.
‘Tell me you won’t see him,’ he growls. ‘Not without me there, at least.’
‘Please,’ I whimper, as his hardness gliding the length of me again, bumping my clit before gliding back again.
I push up onto my toes—how’s that for necessity, I think, leveraging my position against him, but he just changes the angle, his cock gliding past my entrance once again. His movements are port torture, part tease, and I’m wet. Oh my God, am I wet. I can hear myself. Hear him. Hear the hitch in his breath with every pass.
‘Tell me.’ His growl vibrates through my bones, pulling the answer from my chest.
And I give in. Give up. Promise him anything as he covers his body with mine and begins to deliver small, powerful thrusts. I once said his body was built for impact, but I realise now that my body was built for his.
‘Yes!’ More hiss than word, it’s almost as though I can feel every ridge of him as he drives inside me again and again. Until there are no more words, and nothing exists but this.
I peak. Climax. Come hard, my body undulating against him, drawing out every drop as my skin comes alive, every inch hot and tingling as though pierced by a million pins. I’d like to say I feel the moment Will meets his own release, but I don’t. One deep thrust more, and his movements turn jerky. I feel his loss immediately, my insides clenching around nothing.
Next comes the hard, wet slide of him between my ass cheeks. It feels... dangerous. A lot like my attraction to the man himself. I twist my head as he begins to curse, watch avidly as he takes his glistening cock into his own hand. Resist the urge to fill my pussy with my fingers as he uses the silky scrap of my panties to jerk himself to his own end.
Oh, God. The sight of him giving in, lost to the sensation and the drive of meeting his own release. Moments later, the first sign of climax spurts between his fingers, coating the back of my thighs and my ass.
Moments later, Will is a dead weight against me, collapsing my front against the cool marble of the countertop.
‘Fuck me,’ he pants, his breath in my ear.
‘Give me a few minutes,’ I reply, his responding laughter hitting my cheeks in hot little puffs of air.
‘Sadie, I only want what’s good for you.’ His tone is tender, his voice sincere, but I don’t answer as his phone begins to sing.
And now that I know what he actually does for a living, Salt-N-Pepa makes so much more sense.
Chapter Twenty-Five
WILL
My body cools instantly and feeling her loss like an ache, I stumble back, landing against another counter. Her head is still on her hands as I tuck my softening dick away, then wipe the remains of my cum from her backside using her own knickers. She lets me do all this without uttering a word. I slide her skirt back over the sight of her beautifully reddened arse, and grab my phone.
I couldn’t answer it without tending to her first.
