19. Kim
Ely was… I don’t know what words to use but he was darker, more sinister… more… there was an air of darkness hovering around him.
It wasn’t directed at me but it was like it has something to do with me. I couldn’t help but notice because even the sex we were having, it felt detached.
Having in mind that he has never entered me again without making sure I was ready and the fact that it was like he was laying claim to me.
“Who was your first love? The man you used me to forget?” He asked out of the blue as he continued to torture me in a way that my body loved and craved.
Was I a sex addict?
I didn’t think so but if I was one with Ely, I didn’t mind at all.
“Gulf. His… he’s… he’s called Gulf,” I gasped as I felt him and wanted more.
“Gulf? You won’t go back to Gulf, right? You are mine and mine alone, right?” I didn’t know where the conversation was heading to but I just nodded, moaning louder than before as our bodies slammed on each other, him groaning in pleasure while I groaned and moaned.
The pleasure was confusing me to the core.
Damn, I had missed this man so so much regardless of the fact that it had just been hours since we last saw each other.
He was sweet and he knew every corner of a woman, where exactly I could feel him. He touched me in a way that made me realise that there is a person in this world meant to make a person that they are destined to be with feel as if heaven lives on earth.
It isn’t like I mean Ely is my soulmate or anything like that or… arrgh! Just forget it. Maybe I am in it for the sex but who cares?
Dammit, I wanted more than this! I wanted to feel every inch of his thick and long dick!
I wanted more! I wasn’t satisfied! I wanted to feel his big palms all over me.
And here I thought that I liked soft and slow sex, while in reality. All I craved for wax more crazier than I cared to admit.
“I want to hear your voice, Kimberly Chen,” he said and hearing my full name from his lips made my body shake in pleasure.
Suddenly, he slipped his two middle fingers above his dick inside my garden, stretching me more and searching and looking for my pleasurable part, while slamming in and out, his movement harder than before.
Goddess this man! He was the sex god reincarnate.
He wanted to finish me today.
But was I complaining?
No!
Was I enjoying?
Of course yes! And I wanted more.
In fact, I wanted him to consume me.
“Promise me that you will never go back to him,” he said.
“I-I will never go back to him,” I cried out, landing my head on the pillow in the bed as the pleasure increased and I shook, wanting to reach my climax as I felt the pleasure pool at my lower abdomen threatening to pour out but he removed his cock abruptly, making me beg for it with a moan wanting to turn to look at him, but he wouldn’t let me.
“P-lease!” I cried out, pleading as if my life depended on his cock but still, he didn’t thrust again.
“I want to be sure, Kim. Are you with me or him? You have to choose. Now. You have to choose if it’s me you want or you are just with me to forget him but you would go back to him immediately he comes begging. Tell me,” he demanded and I wished for the pleasure I was feeling to stop but he wouldn’t let me.
In fact, it was like he was using it like a weapon.
I wished he knew how hard it was for me to be with Gulf. The man made it clear to me that he didn’t want me and that he had someone he loved already. I wished he could see through me and see how much I hated the man for everything he did to me despite waiting for him for years and he knew clearly how I felt but he didn’t spare me even a glance.
I wished he could see how hard it was even me mentioning his name let alone wanting to be with him.
The fact that I decided to sleep with someone else was a clear indication that I didn’t want Gulf anymore.
“I am with you! I will never go back to Gulf. Never!” I cried, searching for his cock as I moved my hand between my thighs, but he took a step away from me, making it hard for me to touch him.
The only thing I could touch was his fingers that were thrusting in and out of my folds, my fluids flowing out vigorously from my pussy.
“Do you mean it?” He asked me.
“T-that is why I am with you. I am sure,” I cried out, hoping he would listen and finish this torture that he had started with me.
“Will you reject him if you get a chance?” He asked, his fingers digging deep into me and I took that chance to try to reach the climax that I had pleaded for but as if he had realised what I wanted to do, he removed his hand, leaving me hollow.
“I will. It’s you I am with now,” I told him and I meant it.
It wasn’t just the pleasure of the moment clouding my judgment. It was me speaking after days of contemplation.
Abruptly and all of a sudden, he turned me to look at him, staring at my teary eyes.
“Will you?” He asked, his biceps making me blush, but I wanted him, I wanted him to finish what he had started.
“I-I will.”
With that he wrapped his hands around my waist roughly then carried me, placing me between his legs then held his dick, he then placed it between my thighs, making me moan again and he slipped in me and then accelerated his movement as I wrapped my hands on his neck, while jumping up and down with his help.
“Aaaah!” I moaned loudly that I was sure someone might hear us out of this room and we both reached our climax and Ely growled, his eyes becoming darker and he released his seed in me.
“I will be back!” With that, he wore his clothes and stomped out of the room as if someone was changing him away.
He didn’t even wait for me to come down from the organs.
Sighing, I tried to calm my beating heart slowly, wondering what was wrong with him.
Why did he ask me all those questions?
Who did he want to kill?
But there was no answer to that. All I knew was that someone was in danger.