Page 19 of Park Avenue Princess

His kiss is fierce, demanding, more carnal than any kiss he’s given me so far. As I continue to pump his cock, I feel moisture leak from the tip and I smear it across the bulbous head. A groan rumbles from Guy into me and my body becomes charged, completely turned on and ready to simply fuck.

I push Guy to his back and straddle his body, smiling down at him. He returns my smile with a wicked grin as his hands massage my thighs. Reaching over to the bedside table, I grab a condom and rip open the package, rushing to cover his erection. As I do, his hands mold around my breasts, tweaking the nipples and sending jolts of pleasure through me. Once he’s fully sheathed, I waste no time in rising and impaling myself on him causing us both to release a drawn-out groan. That first thrust feels incredible, stretching me, filling me, and nearly making me come right then.

Arching my back, taking him as deep as possible, I tighten around him, loving the feel of him inside me. I place my hands atop his that still cover my breasts and begin to move up and down. Grinding my pelvis into him, I seek that wondrous friction against my clit that pushes me toward my release. I’m panting, moving faster, eager for oblivion. Eager for my mind to fill with nothing but satiation. With Guy.

But he has other plans when his arms suddenly band around me and he’s rolling us over. My breath rushes out and I grab onto his arms, needing something solid to anchor me. Guy remains immobile, seated inside me, staring down at me, a look filled with such tenderness my breath hitches once again.

“You are so damn beautiful, Addy. Everything about you is beautiful.”

My insides clench and I’m on the verge of tears. My stupid emotions are warring inside me, begging me to tell him I’ll stay. Begging me to tell him the truth.

But, I can’t. Something stops me from making that turn. From falling under his spell.

You’re already under his spell, my subconscious is screaming. My body craves him and I can’t get enough. And it’s more than just sex. It’s the whole package.

“Addy?”

His look of concern draws a whimper from me, but I cover it up with a moan.

“Kiss me, Guy.”

He’s smiling as he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me with care, with what feels like true passion. It’s slow and sensuous, all-encompassing as his lips taste mine and his tongue prompts me to open so he can worship my mouth. We both moan, feeding off one another with our rising desire. Guy then starts to move at a torturously lazy pace, drawing out slowing and slipping back inside, allowing me to feel every delicious inch of his thick cock. When he hits my clit and grinds against me, I gasp, rising to get closer so there’s no space between us. But he withdraws until he’s almost completely out of me and I want to cry.

Cry at the loss. Cry at the emptiness. Cry that I’m fucking up something that could be spectacular.

But this paradise is just an illusion, right? Where there are no worries and everything is in a protective bubble. This isn’t real life, with demands from work as the pressure to be an overachiever takes center stage. Real life that’s full of disappointments and heartbreak. Where a sharp mind and a cold heart are your tools to succeed.

Let no one in and that way you can’t get hurt.

But I let Guy in and I know I’ll get hurt.

A sob wells up and I choke it back, wanting our last time together to be that blessed memory that keeps me company on lonely nights.

“Addy, look at me,” Guy whispers, breaking down my defenses.

I open my eyes, releasing the welled-up tears, allowing them to roll down my temples.

“Oh, baby,” he says, trying to soothe me. Lowering himself, he kisses me once again, and it’s tender and sweet. He frames my face, loving my mouth, loving my body as he glides in and out with luxurious strokes, building me back up.

Our joining is different. I know it and he knows it. He never stops kissing me as he increases the speed and I’m right there with him, loving him, needing him. Over and over our bodies meet, each thrust more demanding than the last as we begin to grunt and moan.

My body is burning, on fire with lust and love for this man. And as that realization sinks in, he’s wrapping his arms around my shoulders and burying his face against my neck.

“Goddamn, Addy, what you do to me.”

He plunges harder and we’re desperate to reach that peak.

“I know you feel this, what we have together.”

His voice is raw, the words punctuated with each thrust, and it rips right through me just as our orgasms hit. We both cry out as our bodies quake; him unloading inside me as I squeeze him with all my might. I wrap around his body with my limbs, never wanting to break contact with this man. This sexy, funny, fantastical lover I think I… love.

A sob rushes through me while I continue to hold onto the last tendril of my sanity just as strongly as I’m holding onto Guy. Surely I’m crazy.Falling in love?

Opening myself up for disappointment and heartache?

It all becomes too much for me to deal with. Pathetic emotions take over and I’m a mess, crying uncontrollably as I burrow my face into his shoulder.

Guy rears up in a panic. “Addy, what is it? Did I hurt you?” He rolls off me and onto his side, trying to calm me as he gently strokes my arm. “Are you okay? Baby, talk to me.”

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