Fisting the base of his shaft, I take the meaty pillar deeper into my mouth, curling my tongue around it. I bob up and down, my eyes shut. The rest of the world melts into nothing. There is only his mouth on my pussy and his cock in my mouth.
My orgasm comes suddenly, without warning. I push my palms into the mattress and climax hard with his cock buried deep in my throat, my nipples throbbing and tingling, and my whole body singing.
In all the rush and uproar, it occurs to me that I am hopelessly addicted to him. That I’ve been addicted from that first fix, when he threw me against a wall and shoved his cock into me without asking my permission.
A drop of s
lippery liquid touches the roof of my mouth. Ah! I start to suck really hard, as if I’m milking him. He comes in a thick, frothy spray, which I swallow willingly. Strange, how I adore my own sense of complete and utter submission to this man. I wriggle my hips.
‘Don’t you dare move,’ he warns.
I don’t. Very gently, I keep sucking the semi-hard flesh in my mouth. I work on it until it starts to stretch and grow and become rock hard. I take his cock out of my mouth, and, crawling down his body, poise my pussy over his erection.
‘I want to hear the animal noises you make,’ he says.
I hold onto the base of his shaft while he groans with pleasure as his erect cock slowly fills me up. Once all of him is inside me, I ride him with rhythmic, languid thrusts, and animal sounds fill the bedroom until we come, gripping each other so hard he leaves marks on my skin.
‘I don’t want to sleep the whole night,’ he whispers fiercely.
‘Why?’ I whisper back.
‘Just this one night I don’t want to close my eyes. All I want to do is make— Fuck all night.’
‘OK,’ I say, but we do fall asleep. Curled up against each other like two puppies in a basket. And we sleep soundly until the wee hours of the morning when a large hand crashes into my ribs and shocks me awake.
I sit up and see Dom thrashing his legs and moving his hands restlessly.
I switch on my bedside lamp and start shaking him and urgently calling his name. His eyes fly open. They are wild with horror. They fasten on me and widen with shock.
He rises off the pillows and grabs my upper arms, but I have the impression that I’ve become part of the nightmare that he’s still locked into. ‘I thought you were dead,’ he says in a strange voice.
‘I’m not,’ I say.
At the sound of my voice he suddenly lets go of my arms. He falls back on the pillows and covers his eyes with his forearm.
‘Oh! God!’ he howls. The sound comes from somewhere so deep and pained that I become frozen with fear.
A few seconds pass before I shuffle closer. ‘Tell me, please, Dom. Just tell me what’s wrong?’ I beg.
He puts his arm down and looks at me. ‘You’re a good person, Ella. But I just can’t do this anymore. It’s a lie. All of it is a lie.’
He vaults off the bed and begins to dress.
‘You’re going to leave now?’ I ask in disbelief.
‘I’m sorry,’ he says, and, without looking at me, walks out of my door.
I sit there stunned. I have no idea what the hell has just happened. Has he just fucking broken up with me?
Bang, bang, my baby shot me down!
TWENTY
I stand at the window in a daze and listen to his car come to life with such an explosive sound that it makes me jump. I don’t go back to bed after he speeds off. Maybe because I cannot believe that he will not come back.
We were going so good. It seems incredible that he would raze the city and salt the earth just like that. Over nothing. Nothing earth-shattering has happened. I stepped onto the road without looking, but it wasn’t like I was in any real danger. It would be a stretch of the imagination to even think so.
It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense.