Page 18 of Her Guilty Secret


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He doesn’t stop despite the fact I’m crying out in ecstasy. He doesn’t give me a moment to breathe. He continues to thrust into me until another orgasm builds like a wave on top of the first, pleasure unrecognisable for its blinding strength. It is unlike anything I’ve ever known.

I moan loudly as I break apart and this time he pauses, holding me while I get my breath, his hands moving back to my arse as he moves slowly inside me now, almost as if his hard cock is whispering sweet nothings directly inside me. His fingers run along the curves of my arse and then a single finger traces the circle of my butt.

Fuck.

I move a little closer and he laughs, a thick, hoarse sound.

‘If I touch you there I’m going to fucking come, and we don’t want that.’

‘I do,’ I whimper, needing everything he can give me.

‘No.’ He pulls out and I can barely breathe at the ache his absence has left me with. ‘No protection.’

The words come to me from a long way away. I stand up straighter, my dress falling lower, and I spin around. My knees are weak. I press myself back against the wall, needing its strength; stars sparkle in my eyes. I can’t get adequate breath into my lungs; they simply won’t inflate.

I can’t believe we just fucked without a condom.

And that my biggest care isn’t that I could have got pregnant or something sinister—but that he didn’t come when I did. That he didn’t come at all.

His cheeks are slashed a dark red.

‘Do you have one?’ I demand, my eyes narrowing.

He shifts his head in a tight nod, almost a resentful nod, as though he’s still fighting this. As though he’s holding back from giving himself over to me completely, even when we’ve already begun. Even when it’s inevitable.

‘So?’ It’s a challenge and he throws his head back on a hoarse laugh.

‘Where?’ I push, knowing I need to keep this moving. I want more. I would prefer not to be fucking him in a maintenance corridor, but beggars can’t be choosers. After almost a month of getting to this point, this is where it happened.

I see now that it was always going to happen. From that first day when our eyes met and our bodies pulled, there has been no point fighting this. We delayed for a noble amount of time, but delay was all we could hope for.

He reaches into his wallet and pulls out a condom, handing it to me.

I hold his eyes as I rip the top off and then I drop to my knees in front of him. I keep looking at him as I slide the condom out of its foil. And then, before I force it over his throbbing dick, I open my mouth and take him in deep. I taste us both and it is a heady mix of our pleasures.

He swears and his hands rip into my hair once more, pulling at its length as I move my head up and down his shaft, rolling my tongue over his tip and tasting the beads of his precum; power swells in my chest.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, Olivia. Stop.’

I don’t want to stop but, selfishly, I need to feel him inside me once more. I pull away from him but his hands remain in my hair. I stare at his eyes as I slide the condom on and then his hands are under my arms, pulling me to standing.

‘This fucking dress,’ he says again, and his anger at the dress is as unreasonable as it is amusing.

I grab it at the sides, hoisting it up around my hips as he lifts me, positioning me at his waist and pushing me down on his cock. He steps forward so my back hits the wall and every thrust he makes slides me up and down the cold white plasterboard.

‘I want to fuck you properly,’ he grunts.

‘Aren’t you doing that?’

He doesn’t answer and it makes me wonder what a proper Connor Hughes fucking would feel like... Help me... I can’t even—

I tilt my head back and he dips his forward, his teeth pressing into the flesh at the side of my neck, biting me, tasting me, and I whimper as he thrusts harder and deeper. I see stars once more—I am one of them, a celestial being high up in the heavens.

It is me and the galaxy.

‘I want to rip this dress off you,’ he grunts and I shake my head.

‘Don’t you dare.’ I can’t deny that the idea of his bare hands shredding it from my skin holds appeal. I told you. His animal savagery is stunning.

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