Page 90 of Pride
Once I was in grabbing distance, he pulled me to him and growled in my ear, “Do you think you can come into this bathroom wearing my shirt, looking fucking sexy as hell, and not get fucked?”
I peered up at him, giving him doe eyes from under my lashes.
“You liked me in the shirt, then?” I asked innocently.
“It looks better on you than it does on me,” he replied, then he took my face in his hands and caressed me, stroking his thumb over my cheeks before he leaned forward and kissed me.
The water flowed over my hot skin, tantalising the goosebumps he was giving me. And I closed my eyes, as his tongue teased mine.
He moved to my neck, and I tilted my head and held him as he kissed me like he was worshipping me.
His hot mouth kissed a trail down to my breast, and he used his hand to massage me as his tongue circled and teased my nipple. I arched my back, pushing my chest forward and he tookmy nipple into his mouth, sucking with just the right pressure, and then he released me.
He moved to my other breast and gave it the same treatment, sucking my nipple and making my core clench with need.
I groaned, throwing my head back as he carried on his wicked assault on my senses, his talented mouth moving down to my stomach.
And then he knelt on the floor of the shower and said, “Sit on the ledge.”
I turned to see a small, tiled ledge behind me, and as I lifted myself onto it, he put each of my thighs onto his shoulders and buried his face in my pussy.
I cried out as his tongue licked the length of my pussy, grabbing a fistful of his hair and watching as he used his tongue to circle my clit. He flickered his tongue in the most perfect way, making me moan and beg for more. Hearing me, his tongue moved with more urgency, licking and rubbing, coaxing my orgasm into life.
My legs started to shake as my pussy throbbed and my clit pulsed. I knew I was almost there. He used his fingers to open my pussy wider, giving him better access and I whimpered as his tongue rubbed, and teased my most sensitive spot, making the flutters turn to electrifying sparks. I couldn’t speak; all I could do was moan as I watched, transfixed on him and how he was pleasuring me. And then I came hard, and my whole body went into spasm as the waves of pure bliss took hold, rendering me powerless.
Explosions erupted inside me, my clit throbbed, and I fisted his hair as he kept on licking, stroking me with his tongue.
The way this man gave pleasure, like it was his sole purpose in that moment to make me feel as good as he could, made my heart swell even more. I’d never met anyone like him.
I could barely string a sentence together, but he took control, standing up and turning my body to face the wall.
“Put your hands on the ledge,” he instructed, and I did, bending forward slightly as I gripped the wet tiles and tried to regulate my breathing. I was still panting from the orgasmic bliss I’d just been lost in.
And then he slapped my wet ass, not hard, but hard enough to make me moan. He rubbed over where he’d slapped and told me, “This is a body made for sin, and I can’t wait to do every dirty, filthy thing I can to make you come.” And then he thrust his cock into me from behind.
I held the tiles as he fucked me from behind, thrusting his cock hard and fast into me and gripping my hips so tightly I was sure he’d leave marks. But I didn’t care. I loved that I made him come undone like this. I pushed my ass back into him, and he groaned.
“I can’t wait to fuck this tight little ass,” he growled, and he rubbed his thumb over my asshole as he slammed into my pussy.
The feel of him touching what had always felt so taboo to me made me cry out, and I started to come on his cock, my walls gripping him as he slid his thick, hard cock in and out. And then I felt him throbbing too, and he came as he cried out, “Fuck, Emma. Oh fuck,” like he’d lost control.
My whole body was shaking, quivering from the endorphins and the rush of pure pleasure. As his cock slid out of me, I turned and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight.
“That’s the dirtiest shower I’ve ever had,” I laughed.
“We’re going to have so much fun, you and me,” he replied. “This is just the beginning.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
EMMA
After experiencing the most amazing morning of my life, Alex apologised profusely about having to leave me to go to work. He had a few appointments that he had to keep, which meant leaving me alone in the house again. But I didn’t mind. I was on cloud nine.
Before he left, he’d asked the staff about the rose that’d been decimated in my room the night before. No one admitted to anything, not that I expected them to after what’d happened to Alma, being fired after working on the estate for thirty-eight years. Yes, the drugged tea was worse than a damaged rose, but the fear was there now. I don’t think the staff trusted me, and because of that, I wanted to keep a low profile. I didn’t trust them either.
I decided to head to Alex’s office again and see if, after the shot of adrenaline and endorphins he’d given me that morning, I could do something more meaningful with my day.
I walked into the office and headed for the desk. Then I sat down in his comfy leather chair and gave the mouse a wiggle. His screen came to life, but when I saw what was on there, my heart sank to my feet.
