CHAPTER 17
Elena
I wake to the sense of being out of time. It’s dark, but my inner clock says it’s not nighttime. My nipples are tender, aroused. My chest is freezing. My back is warm enough that I could have a heater on.
Addler’s pressed up behind me, keeping me warm. His hard length is against the back of my thigh, his fingers inside my pussy, pumping in a steady rhythm.
“Addler.” I call his name into the darkness. My senses are confused. It’s both night and day, hot and cold, leaving me aroused and disoriented.
His lips brush up my shoulder, kissing the back of my neck. “I’ve got you, santita.”
He pulls out of me, the sounds of my wetness filling the room. I add embarrassment to the list of what’s throwing me off. It’s like he’s manipulating my senses, having sex with my body while I’m not around. I should protest, call him out for taking advantage, but he slides those fingers along my folds, rounding on my clitoris.
“Ah.” My chest arches, and something inside makes my inner walls clutch. A shiver runs through my body as he continues his play between my legs.
“That’s right, baby. Show me how much you enjoy it.”
I need to move. My hips are responding to his caress, like they did when he was eating me out. No matter how much I try to keep still, my body’s fighting against it.
His hand’s gone, and I’m left bereft, needing more.
He shifts; the head of his cock is between my legs. “Addler, wait. It’s going to hurt.”
“You’ll get used to it,” he assures me in a thick voice.
Even if I hadn’t just had sex for the first time a short while ago, taking a man his size can be painful. Earlier I’d gone from enjoying the feel of him against my body to a frenzied coupling. While it was a mind-blowing experience, I was left sore. I’m still sore. And I’m not sure about how I’ll do with that monster the second time around.
The head of his cock is notched into my pussy. “It’s going to hurt,” I assure him. But as he pushes past my entrance, I’m left expecting the pain. The soreness dulls as he goes deeper. He’s moving slow enough that I can feel him spreading my swollen flesh as he fills me.
The pressure’s against the front of my body, increasing with every inch of him I take. He retreats then my hips roll of their own volition, making my lower back curl so he can press incredibly close as he thrusts.
His fingers come back to strum at my clit. I barely have enough sense to keep a thought in my head, but I realize two things. I was wrong. He was right. Every time he pulls back, I want to ask him for more. I want to ask him to go harder.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, as if he’s reading my mind.
“God, yes.”
He wraps an arm around me, dragging me to the edge of the mattress so he’s got his feet on the floor. Grasping me by the hips, he thrusts so hard and so fast, I see stars. I’m holding myself up by the elbows, my face in the sheets. The groan that slipped out is muffled by the covers.
Addler keeps going, his body slapping against mine, giving me what he thinks I want. What I didn’t know I’d want. He reaches around me, aiming for my pussy when I finally shatter. The only thing I can say is, “Yes. Yes. Yes,” as he bottoms out and his balls press against me.
He’s tucking me into bed, his fingers at my clit, and his mouth covering my nipple. How he has the energy for more is beyond me.
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Addler
“I’m almost done with this AFE,” she announces, scrunching her brow in concentration.
It’s late, but, after fucking then sleeping, then fucking again, I needed food. Meanwhile, Elena’s got her laptop going, a half-eaten roast beef sandwich sitting off to the side. Even after the grueling afternoon she had, she’s still determined to see this through. To have me give Bill a chance. Who does that? Sacrifice themselves to give someone else a chance at a job?
You’ve changed.
Yeah, I suppose I did change. Back when we first met, she wouldn’t have found me doing backbreaking work. I was the only heir to the de Marco fortune, and I was treated that way.
Mom has always been free spirited. She convinced Dad I should go to school away from home, for culture. Dad thought I could learn something different; something more than I could get from a small-town education. She thought I could experience life while I learned.
Teenage me took it a bit further. The first thing I learned was that money opens a lot of doors. It makes grades irrelevant, parties possible, and it lowers inhibitions in a lot of women. I skated on that for a long time, until everything came crashing down around me. That’s when Roman de Marco put his foot down and my life changed.