Chapter 6
He gripped the top of her dress and pushed it down before dragging a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
She moaned and placed a hand on the back of his head, pushing him harder on her breast. A long finger found her knickers and slid it to one side, before sliding deeply into her warmth.
She squeaked and shoved down on the invading finger. Soon, he was sliding two fingers in and out of her and she was humping down as she bit her lip to stop from wailing.
Just as she was about to climax, his fingers left her and she opened lust-glazed eyes to see him slid the belt from his trousers open. He pushed his trousers to his knees, letting out a swollen, angry looking cock. She moaned as she saw the sight before her. He was big and thick.
He grabbed her hips and placed her astride him before pushing his cock into her clutching warmth. She groaned as he let out a harsh breath.
Soon, he was pumping furiously into her as he held her upright. She could not move even if she wanted to; his hard hands holding her still as he pumped into her.
Then her legs began to tremble as a thumb found its way to her clit and started circling slowly in sharp contrast to the hard pounding. She could not hold back a long moan as she shattered above him.
She heard him groan before jerking into her, coming as well. She felt liquid spurt into her, and her mind registered that he had come inside her.
She did not care; she was swimming in a world of pleasure and did not want to leave where she was.
He stopped jerking and slowly lowered her unto his thighs. She slumped against him breathing heavily against his neck as his own breaths poured over her sensitive scalp.
She raised up her head to try to kiss him but he turned his face to the other side and her lips landed on his cheek.
She looked at his averted face and swallowed. She had asked for it, had she not?
She slowly got off him and fumbled for her knickers ignoring the trail of liquid that flowed from her down her leg.
Tarquin stared in silence as she righted her dress and brought out a purse from her mirror to repair her make-up.
'We're home, sir.' A disembodied voice sounded; clearly the bodyguard/driver.
Tarquin asked her, his voice sounding extra loud in the quiet car. 'What are you doing?'
She ignored him, her legs trembling although her repaired face showed no signs of it.
She brought out her phone and dialled a number.
'Can I get a taxi please?'
Tarquin looked down again and stared at his slicked fingers that had just been inside Ada not too long ago.
'What's your address, Tarquin?' Ada asked calmly.
Tarquin grabbed the phone from her and cut it.
'What's the matter with you?' She half-screamed. 'We just had a very nice shag and you've proved to me that I was the whore I wanted to be and I thank you for that. Now could you kindly give me your sodding address so I can go back to my place?'
Tarquin shook his head as he stared at her, his gaze hooded. 'I should never have called you a whore. Or turned my head away when you tried to kiss me. That was wrong and childish of me and I am so, very sorry. Please, don't just go like that. Just wait till the morning and I will personally drop you back after feeding you. Please.'
Ada stared at him for a long second. Then she shrugged, 'Fine.'
Tarquin smiled quickly at her then pressed a button. 'Drive in.'
A few minutes later, Tarquin was leading her up a marble staircase to a huge bedroom with a circular bed.
The light was off and he made to put them on, but Ada stopped him. She slid out of her clothes and walked to the bed, sliding under the cool duvet.
He took off his own clothes slowly, all the time staring at her through the dim light cast by the moon.
He slid in after her and put his arm around her, dragging her back to his chest and spooning.
He felt something liquid plop on his arm and he clenched his eyes shut tight. He did not really know her but he did not like her crying. Ever since he spotted her dancing with her friends, he had felt a hunger for her that he had not felt for any other woman in his fifteen years of dating. At thirty one, he was sure that he had finally found the perfect person even though he knew next to nothing about her. She was clearly still shaken up due to her broken engagement and right now he was more like a rebound guy, or maybe she was trying to re-invent herself but he was willing to give her as much time as she needed to come around. He knew without a doubt that he could make her see him differently. Maybe not fancy him immediately, but she could warm up to the idea.
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