Page 5 of Sweetest Temptation
His words did very little to calm my nerves. It was easy for him to say. Shit! He was about to rip my little box open!
Sire kissed me like we were lost lovers, distracting me momentarily until I felt him pushing inside me, painfully spreading me open, claiming space that had only belonged to one other man. My body tensed up, and my breath hitched.
“Wait! It’s… It’s too much!” I called out. I used my hands to try to push him away when I felt him thrust his dick fully insideme. He grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them over my head so I couldn’t move.
“Shit! This pussy tight as fuck, girl. Yeah, I’m going to have fun with your thick ass, love.”
The deeper he went, the wetter I got. I was doing my best to hold my own, but I was no match for this demon dick.
Without slowing his pace, he placed my legs on his shoulders. I was locked in and had no choice but to take what he was delivering, which was pain and pleasure that felt out of this world. I was torn between the two. I have never experienced anything like this before. It was like the more he pounded into me, the better it started to feel. I never knew sex could feel this good. It was to the point where I was losing my mind in ways I never had before.
“Oh my Godddd! I’m coming!” I screamed and started squirting seconds later.
“Yeahhh! That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. Pussy shooting like a broken hydrant!” he growled, gripping my waist as he shot his load into the condom.
I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath, caught between the rush of desire and the fear of how easily I was losing control. Sire pulled out of me and flipped my limp body over like I wasn’t two hundred plus pounds.
“Wait! I need to rest. I can’t come again.” I looked over my shoulder, and I stared in shock, seeing he was still hard, as he switched out the used condom.
He grabbed both my ass cheeks and spread them apart.
“How is it that you are still hard?” I asked in disbelief.
“Because I’m a real nigga, baby. Now hold on… The second ride is going to be a little rough.” He chuckled with the sexiest grin on his face. “You better throw that ass back and take all this dick. I’m about to ruin this good-ass pussy.” He laughedmenacingly, smacking me hard on my ass, and I came instantly. “Aw shit! I knew you were a freak. You like that rough shit, huh?”
He slammed inside of me, and my eyes rolled to the back. He began fucking me so hard that I could feel it in my stomach. Sire worked my body until he ran out of the three condoms he had.
The next morning, I woke up wrapped in his arms, our bodies tangled in the sheets. His breathing was deep, like he was completely unbothered. He looked at peace as if he didn’t just turn my whole world upside down for hours.
I lay there for a minute, staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything. My body still ached, my skin still tingled, and my heart… well, that was the problem. It was doing way too much—a mixture of guilt and shame.
Carefully, I slid his arm off my waist and held my breath as he shifted in his sleep. When he didn’t wake, I exhaled quietly and slipped out of the bed. The cool air hit my bare skin, snapping me fully awake.
My dress was crumpled in a pile near the foot of the bed. I grabbed it, along with my heels. Once dressed, I glanced back at him one last time. Sire looked serene, and for a second, I almost climbed back in beside him. But I knew better. He was just a sweet temptation that was only for one night.
Grabbing my purse off the chaise, I slipped out of the suite, closing it softly behind me. As I walked down the quiet hotel hallway, the events of yesterday replayed in my mind like a movie I wasn’t sure I should’ve starred in. I knew what I did waswrong, but I was hurting and wanted to get back at Jerome for cheating on me.
They say hurt people hurt people. And all I wanted to do was hurt Jerome the same way he hurt me. But I wasn’t any better than him after what I’d spent the night doing.
A Year Later
Istood at the top of the courthouse steps, the crisp autumn air filling my lungs with a sense of newfound freedom. The papers in my hand felt weightless, yet they carried the weight of an entire year's worth of turmoil and heartache. Looking up at the clear blue sky, I couldn't help but smile, the first genuine smile I’d had in what seemed like forever.
For a year, Jerome, my now ex-husband, had dragged this divorce out, clinging to our marriage for his own selfish reasons. He refused to let go, even after his betrayal, causing me nothing but stress. The countless nights I spent crying, the endless arguments, the feeling of being trapped—it all seemed to dissolve with each passing second now that I was no longer his wife. I was just me, Zanova Pierce, and that was more than enough.
I walked away from the courthouse, my steps light and purposeful. The world seemed brighter, more vivid, as if I was seeing it for the first time. I felt a surge of excitement and liberation coursing through my veins. This was my new beginning, a chance to rebuild and rediscover who I was without him. And for the first time in ages, I felt genuinely alive.
As I was about to step onto the sidewalk, I heard someone call out my name. Slowly, I turned around and spotted Jerome. His eyes locked onto mine, a mix of regret and desperation etched across his face.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "What do you want, Jerome?" I asked, my voice firm but calm.
“This doesn’t mean we’re over,” he said, his voice low, insistent. “I’m going to get you back.”
I let the silence stretch between us before answering. I wanted him to feel the weight of it—the finality.
“Yes, it does, Jerome,” I said, steady as stone. “Actually, it’s been over since the first time you cheated on me. You just didn’t have the decency or the courage to admit it.”
His jaw tensed. I saw him reach for a response, but I wasn’t finished.
