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Actually lean into my touch, wanting more. It’s not a sexual thing. It’s a comfort thing.

And it makes me feel like a God.

“Promise me one thing,” I ask, my eyes pleading.

She nods, her eyes full of promise.

“Never let anyone douse that fire inside you, Ariana. There’s nothing more tragic than a woman who has a fire inside herthat is kept contained. Nobody owns you or your mind, except yourself. Master your own thoughts and put those ideas into practice, and I promise you, you will succeed. You just have to take a chance. Life is about risk, baby girl, and stepping out of your comfort zone, and having a little fun along the way.”

We stare at one another, and something shifts.

She feels it, I know she feels it.

“What are we doing?” she whispers as I grasp to hold onto my own sanity.

“Going home,” I reply. I turn to the waiter who appears at the table.

Once we’re back in the car, I hold onto Ariana like she’s my lifeline.

We don’t kiss. We just bask in each other’s silence. Like nothing can touch us in these rare moments of perfection when I have clarity like I’ve never had before.

But deep down, I know that Ariana is young. She doesn’t want a man who’s almost fifty years old. I don’t really want any more kids. I’ve been around the block, and she’s just starting out. It wouldn’t be fair to her to not give her the things she may want.

The fact I’m even entertaining this just goes to show how far down the rabbit hole I’ve fallen.

When we get back to the resort, we ride the elevator in silence, our hands entwined. It’s like I can feel the rapid beat of her heart, even when I know that isn’t possible.

When we get inside, I turn her in my arms and kiss her hard, backing her up against the door.

I press my cock into her so she can feel my all-night arousal, and hopefully, she’ll do something about it now.

When I kiss her, I do it with total possession. Like she’s the only woman I’ll ever have, and I don’t want to let her go. She deserves this much. She deserves to be worshiped.

I hitch up her leg as she wraps it around my waist, and I move my mouth to her ear.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Ariana,” I tell her, as she clutches onto my biceps. “I’m going to show you just how much I want you…”

I move off her and shrug my shirt over my shoulders, throwing it behind me. Then I pull my belt off and loosen the button on my shorts, but I keep them on.

“Take your dress off,” I tell her.

She bites her lip but follows my command, undoing her straps as I reach around and help her unzip the back. She steps out, leaving her gold heels on, and my eyes trail down her body.

Her tits sit perfectly in the mesh bodice, her rosy buds taunting me as the scrap of material covering her sweet pussy may as well wave a red flag. I feel like ripping the thing off her body like a caveman.

“Turn around,” I grunt, hands on my hips as I adjust my dick, it’s straining to get out and play.

She does, and my eyes devour her succulent, plump ass. I know I’m not going to let her get any sleep tonight.

When she’s facing me again, I move on her fast, so fast that her breath hitches in her chest as I cage her in against the door.

“You look good in silk and see-through mesh,” I tell her as she smiles at me, resting her hands on my shoulders. My hands move up to her breasts, cupping them, reveling in her moans, and I know I need to make her come, right now.

I dip down and kiss her, my tongue in her mouth as she groans, and I lift her against the door, pressing my dick into her as my tongue fucks her mouth.

I absentmindedly move to the bedroom, and instead of sinking her down on the mattress, I have a better idea. I grab one of my ties and run it over her breasts, taunting her as she gasps,and I tie it over her eyes. Fuck, she’s a sight. I sink down on the floor, keeping her standing, my back to the base of the bed.

“Lean forward and put your hands and knees on the mattress,” I tell her.

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