Chapter 3

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E lijah stared down at the mess he created for a moment before he jerked his head in the direction of a closed door. “Bathroom is through there,” he told me.

I took my dismissal. Rising to my feet, I walked to his bathroom, not letting his sort of harsh dismissal bother me. I was used to being shoved aside after a man was done with me. I shouldn’t have expected Elijah to be any different, especially since he had a wife waiting at home for him.

Fuck .

His fucking wife .

Gritting my teeth against that bitter reminder, I turned on the light and cleaned myself up in his shower really quick. I could hear him moving around in his room, but I refused to look over to see what he was doing.

After I was cleaned up, I quickly dried off and walked out to grab my clothes.

But they were gone.

Frowning, I turned to face Elijah. He was relaxing back on the bed. A smirk tilted his lips. My pussy clenched.

Why did he have to affect me so much ?

He beckoned me to him with one finger. “Come here,” he commanded.

A little thrill shot through me. He wasn’t done yet.

Drawing in a small breath, I walked over to him. He patted his thigh, and taking the hint, I straddled him. “You on birth control?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I said. A lot of the men liked to fuck raw, and I didn’t want an unwanted pregnancy.

He grabbed his cock. I leaned up on my knees and slid down on him. I hissed a breath through my teeth, my hands flattening on his abs as I slowly slid down on him. He was much larger than what I was used to.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he rumbled. He gripped my hip and rubbed my clit. I moaned, becoming wetter, my muscles loosening as he brought me to an orgasm. “There you go,” he praised, his eyes locked on my face.

Then, he yanked me down to him before I could come. I didn’t have time to think before he fisted his hand in my hair and gripped my ass with his other hand, holding me down as he began to thrust up into me from below. I clawed at the blankets, moans and pleas falling from my lips. I wanted more all while I was becoming delirious from the number of times I was coming around his cock.

From this angle, Elijah was bumping my clit over and over, and his thick shaft was rubbing that perfect spot inside of me, sending me spiraling headlong into numerous orgasms. My head was spinning. I could barely breathe.

Then, he flipped us over so he was on top, and with his thumb on my clit, he continued fucking me. I shook my head, a sob tearing from my throat. Tears sprang to my eyes. I’d never been fucked so thoroughly in my life.

“Elijah, please,” I whimpered. “Too much.”

He lowered his lips to mine, taking my mouth in a hot, possessive kiss that sent my mind reeling. Chills danced through my body as he brought me to yet another orgasm, this time coming with me.