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Which I emphatically didnot.
We’d turned a corner, a milestone of sorts. And though I couldn’t possibly know where all of this was headed, I knew for a certainty that I could never go back again.
CHAPTER20
Lola
I opened my eyes the next morning finding myself wrapped up like a burrito in my sweaty blankets, forgetting for the moment where I was. I scrubbed my face with my palm, the morning light angling brightness across the bed. I rolled onto my side reaching for him… but he was gone.
Sitting up in the bed, I tried to shrug off my nagging, selfish disappointment that he wasn’t there.
What did you expect, Lola? He fucked you and left. That’s what guys like him do.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the carpet cool upon my bare feet. I winced at the twinge of soreness at my pussy. I pulled the covers up to check, wondering if I had blood down there. But there wasn’t any.
What I found was only the pungent, musky fragrance of our combined fluids, some of it dried in my pubic hair, and my swollen, slightly stinging, and very well-fucked pussy. I definitely felt a little… looser than I normally was. I still couldn’t believe he’d actually fit inside me, and yet at the same time that thought started a slow tightening deep in my belly, my nipples hardening.
My door was still half open, but I couldn’t hear anything coming from the hallway. I glanced over at the clock on the side table, confirming it was definitely time for work, the time just past eight o’clock. I usually started right now, and Ellis was almost always long gone well before I began my day’s toil.
The man was a workaholic, it seemed.
We hadn’t only crossed lines last night—we’d obliterated them. Maybe it wasn’t so much thatIhad crossed lines, and more that he had. I was almost twenty years younger than the man—something that still shocked me and, if I were totally honest, excited me in a quasi-taboo way. I was sure he was having second thoughts this morning about doing what he did. Not because it was wrong,per se, but more that he probably realized I was just some young, stupid girl. It went without saying that a man like Ellis Winters could do a lot better than some poor, homeless twit like me.
Still, I smiled at the memory of it. He was good,reallygood. And it wasn’t just that first time either. He woke me late in the night once again, gruffly ordering me to ‘open your fucking legs’ before driving deep inside me all over again. That second time hurt more, actually, but I still came, and came hard, on that cock of his.
He’d waited until I was panting and exhausted before he allowed himself to spill, too. But unlike the first time when he’d flooded me to overflowing, this time he’d pulled out, groaning and grunting above me, pumping his cock in his fist, spraying my belly and my mons with searing, thick gouts of his semen. He’d watched in heated silence afterward, my cheeks blushing hot with embarrassment once more as he made me rub his cum into my skin, just as he had that first time he’d spurted his seed across my ass.
A man of his word.
Why had I had such a strong reaction to such treatment? Was it despite the pain? Or did the pain somehow excite me even more?
It was so confusing.
After he’d stretched out my pussy around that huge cock of his, he’d finally rolled over on his side, bringing me with him, drawing me in close to his body. His arms were so strong I could barely move against him, and yet at the same time that was a comfort all its own. Again, I’d marveled at how he just manhandled me the way he did, and I had responded to it viscerally, as if each time he showed his strength it spoke to something primitive, instinctual within me, sending a signal of lust and want straight down to my clit.
Another twinge of pain sparked between my legs, and I sighed. “Jesus, he really fucking pounded me…”
A big stupid grin was plastered on my face as I picked up my shirt, slipping it on, then stepping out in the hall and into the bathroom. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
How I’d felt. What he’d done to me.Howhe’d done it to me.
And I hoped he couldn’t stop thinking about it either.
* * *
Lola
As I made my way downstairs, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I lamented the fact that I hadn’t had a chance to talk to him this morning. There was a lot that I wanted to go over with him, mostly for me, to try to sort out everything I felt, to make sure that what was happening was really what was actually happening.
He was so hard to read, and while part of me loved that, the mystery of it, another part found it immensely frustrating. I didn’t want to think this was something more than what it actually was. And yet, I wasn’t even sure what I wanted it to be.
Confused girl is confused.
I was scrolling through my phone as I stepped down from the last riser on the stairs. Still reading my emails, I cursed at myself softly that the battery was almost dead. I needed to remember to charge the damn thing up at night. I was terrible about that.
“Hello, Lola.”
I shrieked, my phone clattering to the floor, both my hands clapped over my mouth.
