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Chapter 23
Theadora
Hislipsseemedto radiate electric currents. Sparks alighted wherever he placed them on my skin, sending delicious sensations deep into my core.
As his head settled between my thighs, I stiffened. But then all it took was his tongue lapping over my swollen bud for me to fall under a blissful spell. It felt like a flower that just kept growing and showering me with warmth.
His tongue twirled and fluttered like he was feasting on a treat. My legs trembled, and a hot wave surged through me, for that was a million times more intense than my finger.
Arching my back, I climbed to a rosy peak and exploded. If I thought that was it, I was in for a big surprise, because just after I’d taken off, another sensation even greater arrived until I couldn’t take it anymore.
The intensity of the orgasm that blasted through made me scream. All the while he fondled my tits.
I just wanted him to do anything and everything to me.
And then he placed his finger at the entrance of my slit.
My body felt loose like on a hot summer’s day.
As his finger slid in, a mixture of subtle pain and pleasure pulsed through me. Everything felt so tender.
“You’re so tight.” He touched his dick, and my mouth watered.
He removed himself and looked at me. His eyes dark and hooded. His dick had gone purple and rock-hard. The veins throbbing.
My heart raced. I could hear it pounding in my ears.
Was that fear or arousal?
Both.
Only one man had placed his finger inside of me and that had turned my teen years into a nightmare. Nightmares that I still experienced whenever men looked at me.
Every male except Declan. That’s why this burning need sweeping through my body confused me.
I squirmed and he stopped, pulling out his finger. His brow creased, but his eyes still smouldered.
“Am I hurting you?”
Biting my lip, I felt a lump in my throat.
Oh no, not fucking tears.
I don’t cry.
When do I cry?
I rose. “I just need the bathroom.” I scurried off on the warm wooden floor.
One could walk barefoot in billionaire’s homes and not feel the icy sting of poverty. Abstract thoughts like that pumped through me, clashing with deeper questioning voices.
Am I really about to go all the way?
The tightening in my veins. The doubts in my head. All adding up to one very fucking confused girl.
Woman not girl, I reminded myself.
I am a woman who is about to fuck her boss.
