Chapter 57

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Fuck!

I didn’t mean to talk to you like that, but you made me angry, Beauty. You put on your fucking fake smile. That smile you always put on for your husband when he does or says something you don’t like, but you want to avoid the conflict and smile instead of speaking your mind. I don’t want that. I want your claws and your roar. I want all that, little lioness!

That’s why I must calm down now and get myself under control before I get rougher with you than I actually want to or say things I don’t mean. You don’t know my other side, Beauty, and I want to keep it that way. That’s why I keep my distance and resume the conversation so that I can think again. I can’t do that when I’m shoving my tongue down your throat and you’re rubbing your sexy curves against me.

“Tell me… What do you want? What do you think? What… do you feel?” I murmur breathlessly, brushing a stray curl from your beautiful face.

Your lips are slightly parted, and your breathing is as fast as mine. You turn my world completely upside down. Just with what you’ve just done to me during the drive. Fuck, baby! I’m definitely going to pay you back for this…

You lower your eyes uncertainly and lick your lips. You’re nervous and searching for the right words. Do I have to be anxious now, too? Worry about us? But I don’t show it. You need my strength to find your own. I can’t make you even more insecure now just because I’m scared shitless that you might say or do something that would end this with us. You can’t leave me, Beauty. Never!

“What I feel,” you whisper, lifting your eyes just a moment before looking down again.

I can’t stand it any longer, so I step closer to you, placing two fingers under your chin and pointing it back in my direction. Look at me. I need to see it in your eyes, no matter how bad it will get.

Inwardly, I prepare myself for my destruction. An inner battle begins, and you don’t even realize it. You have no idea what you’re putting me through or what the consequences could be for both of us. I can’t handle it if you were to leave me now. But I can’t do anything for you either. You can’t die at my hands like the others who didn’t want me anymore and just threw me in the corner like a used toy.

They had sworn to love me as much as I loved them. So how could they leave me…? But you are not like that, and if you are… then I will do better with you because you are the one for me.

That’s why I’m preparing myself so that I don’t hurt you when you’re about to break my heart. I will never hurt you, even if you no longer want me. At least, I hope so… I have to be more restrained with you than with the others. You won’t die by my hand, Beauty. I promise you that!

My tension is rising, and you’re getting increasingly nervous, too. So spit it out, and don’t keep me in suspense, baby!

“I think I’m about to fall in love with you, and I can’t let that happen,” you whisper so quietly that I take a moment to realize what you’ve just said.

For a long moment, I stand in front of you, blinking, speechless, because I was expecting anything, but certainly not this. You… love me? You… want me? Fuck, Beauty! Don’t say anything you don’t mean because I can’t guarantee anything otherwise!

I must organize my thoughts first because I know that anything I say spontaneously from my gut will only scare you off. But you can’t leave me now, not after you’ve told me you love me.

“I know it can’t be… My husband… June… But—” But I won’t let you say anymore.

I don’t want you to apologize for loving me as much as I love you. Although that’s impossible, nothing and no one loves you as much as I love and adore you.

You shouldn’t talk yourself out of it just because you think what’s between us is wrong. It’s right. So damn right and perfect!

My lips collide with yours in a searching yet passionate way, and I simply kiss us out of our minds. No words in the world could express what I feel for you, so I don’t even try; I just show you.

Instead, after a long moment, I prefer to get down on my knees in front of you and push your now wet panties aside. I don’t give a shit that we’re in a public place, and someone could discover us at any time. Like the owner of the car, for example, against which you lean breathlessly and look down at me with a lust-filled gaze.

“Ezra,” you gasp. “This… isn’t appropriate,” you whisper chokingly and look around once.

I look up at you with a grin as I slowly run my fingers through your wet folds, which makes you gasp and bite your lip.

“Anything goes. Maybe you should just worry about being quiet if you don’t want us to get caught,” I reply with a wink before I put your thigh over my shoulder for better access.

You quickly claw your way into my hair and hold onto the roof of the car so you don’t lose your balance on your one high-heel while I’m about to lick your brains out. I trace your smooth lower lips almost reverently and admire their beauty. Everything about you is just perfect, baby. You are perfect!

Because I can’t stand it any longer and have to taste you, I let my tongue slide roughly through your folds, making you moan hoarsely and tighten your grip on my hair. You press me against your core so that I can’t stop pampering you down there. But don’t worry, baby, that’s not what I have in mind.

I have other plans for today. I want to give you an unforgettable evening by showing you I’m the right man for you. I know what you want, what you need, what you like. I’ll do anything for you. I want to show you that today. I want to prove to you we have more in common. But your words… your confession… fuck! I must fuck you now with my tongue and then, preferably, all over the parking lot. I must show you how much I love and adore you and that there is no one in this fucking world who loves you more than me.

Your moans get louder and louder and more and more pleading. Your divine body trembles, and your grip on my hair becomes tighter and tighter. Everything inside you screams for release. Your sweet and juicy pussy pulsates and is already contracting rhythmically around my tongue, announcing your orgasm. I gladly grant it to you for making this confession to me and making me the happiest man ever.

You will leave that asshole for me, and we will become a happy family. I promise you I’ll look after your daughter just as well as I look after you because she’s part of my life now, and I’ll protect what’s mine.

“Come for me…”

… Mrs. King! God, what a thought!