FALLING FOR THE DON: A DANGEROUS AFFAIR

My mysterious man

LILLY’S POV

I heard a gentle knock on the door as I walked out of the shower. I quickly wrapped myself with a towel and walked out of the shower. I was still dripping wet and I walked on my toes in order to not fall. I couldn’t help wondering why was at the door. I wasn’t a very social person so late night visits weren’t my thing. They were not something that I was very used to.

I didn’t like unannounced visitors, and the fact it was now close to midnight was upsetting me. I had already had a tough day at work, and I just wanted to go to bed after my shower. I had just a long day at school with lectue3s back to back, I didn’t have any time for visitors or energy for them. After attending classes the whole day I had gone to the library to prepare for a test that was coming up, I didn’t stay in a complex that was meant for student but almost everyone who knew me or knew that I loved here knew I was a student. What kind of night shift did this midnight visitor think I had?

“Who is it?” I asked, but there was no response from the other side of the door. This annoyed me because it seemed as if someone was in the mood to play games with me tonight.

Irritated, I stormed to the door and flung it open. I didn’t even get a chance to say anything to him when he pushed me against the wall, and his hands rushed all over my body. I instantly felt a sense of excitement and hunger for him. He wasn’t rally someone who spontaneously visited me but I can’t say that this was an unwelcome surprise.

I could sense his hunger and desperation for me, and I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but before I could speak, his lips found mine, and he took me deep into his mouth. His tongue played around with mine as his hands found the unsecure knot I had tied on the towel to secure it. And just like that I was expose for him to devour me as much as he wanted. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer to him, with his knee he separated my legs and his hand slowly made its way to my already wet p***y.

I moaned out in pleasure as he inserted two fingers into me and gave me a few slow gentle thrusts. He played around with my clit making my legs tremble a little bit. Damn…how did he know that this was what I needed? He removed his fingers from my p***y and picked them. He knew I liked that, he knew everything I liked and he never shied away from delivering

He picked me up and took me to my room, my legs were wrapped around his waist and we were kissing whole we made our way to the room. Max didn’t even open his eyes to see where we were going, he knew the insides of my apartment just as well as he knew every part of my body. He had often said to me that if he had studied my body as a subject in college he wouldn’t have been a college drop out. If there was one thing he was proud to know like the back of his hands it was how my body worked and how it reacted to certain stroked from him.

Upon entering the bedroom, he threw me onto the bed and got on top of me spreading my legs swiftly. I was showered with more kisses as he got out of his shirt. Unloved feeling his skin on mine and he knew that one of the things I demanded when we made love was that I feel him. I usually wanted to feel every part of Jim but right now I didn’t mind because I wanted him to f**k the life out of me.

I could feel his hard cook touch my thigh as he prepared to penetrate. My arms rested around his neck as I prepared myself for him to stretch me. We had been together for almost a year now and yet I still hadn’t gotten used to his thickness. Every time we f****d felt like the first time to me, this was caused by both his thickness and the fact that he always seemed to find new ways to surprise me in bed and satisfy me.

He hungrily yet gently penetrated me while I dug my fingers on his back. I let out a low moan as he started to slowly thrusting in and put of me. Somehow, each thrust from him sent ripples of pleasure all over my body bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

He was breathing heavily on my neck as he continued thrusting, I could tell that this round wasn’t going to last that long. He suddenly started going faster and I knew that he was very close to coming. There was nothing I loved more than him coming inside of me. It was a turn on and even when he didn’t want to I would pin my legs around his waist so that he wouldn’t pull out. Of course my grip wasn’t strong and he could easily get out of it if he tried but the fact that he didn’t always assure me that he didn’t want to either.

Right now, he just wanted to get rid of his frustrations and this was something that I had kind of gotten used to. Some would say that he was a selfish lover but I say he was a considerate one. I had always heard people say that you cant pour from an empty cup and this was his way of filling his cup before he filled me. Often times, he always made sure that he left my cup overflowing.

He always told me that the first round was his and the ones that followed were mine. He always made sure that he catered to my ever need and to every part of my body as the night progressed. Max was the first man that I had ever spent the night with and I mist say that he was indeed the best and I doubted that I would ever meet anyone who was good as him, I didn’t want to meet someone else.

Of course Max was still going to f**k me some more, no matter how tired he was he never let that get in the way of satisfying me. He hated it when I didn’t come.

“What was that all about” I asked him as we lay breathlessly on the bed.

“I just missed you,” he said pulling me tight in his arms, I knew Max. This was the way he behaved whenever he had a bad day at work. Something had to have happen to cause him to act like this.

“I would ask you what happened at work but I know you won’t tell me, you won’t even tell me where you work” I commented, I knew of almost everything that Max had going on in his life but he simply refused to go deeper when it came to what he did for a living. He wouldn’t even let me visit the so called clubs that he always claimed to own

“I already told you that I own clubs,” he said, his answered were always vague and short whenever I asked him questions.

“You vaguely told me that you work in clubs but you won’t even let me see these places. If I didn’t know better I would say you have something to hide” I said

“Well it’s a good thing you know better then,” he said kissing my neck and then moving on to lick my ear making me giggle. This was what he did when he wanted to Chan the topic or if the topic made him uncomfortable. Max rarely ever snapped at me and even after having a bad day at work, he never came home and tried to take it out on me.

“I hate you” I whispered as I got on top of him and took control.

“You know you don’t,” he said as he lifted me so that he could easily penetrate me. He started moving his hips slowly and I knew that was his way of telling me to get busy but I didn’t move. I wanted more from him, more from this.

“tell me you love me” I whispered as I moved closer to his face to kiss him. Max had never told me he loved me, for some reason he had always avoided saying that to me even after I said to him first.

Instead of giving in to my pleadings of love he took me in his lips and flipped us around so that I was now under him. He spread my legs wide and then buried his face in-between my p***y.

“How is this for an expression of my feelings for you?” he asked me as I struggled to keep my composure. He knew what he was doing, he knew that this would make me shut up and quickly.

He stopped sucking me just as I was about to come and he quickly penetrated me with his already hard c**k.

“I want to feel you come c**k my c**k,” he said as he started thrusting in and out of me at a fast pace. It didn’t even take that long for me to find my release one more time and I shook under him. One thing I loved about my relationship with Max was that our love language was the same, we both loved physical touch and that is why a condom had never been a part of our relationship.

This was how my relationship with Max was, sometimes I felt like it wasn’t even a relationship because he never told me that he loved me or took me out for any dates. The only time I got any attention from him was when he was either on top of me or when I was on top of him. This wasn’t a relationship that I wanted and yet I couldn’t bring myself to leave him. Sometimes I felt like the love was one sided but then, every time I started feeling like that and every time I started pulling away he would do something to reel me back in and I always fell for jt.

I was now hooked on him and it was almost as if I was addicted to him and there was nothing I could do to get rid of him. But that was the thing, I didn’t want to get rid of him. Dare I say, he was the love of my life and yet he wasn’t my love at all.

This mystery around him, his need to keep everything from me was what drove my need and hunger for him. It was what drew me to him that day when I first met him at the restaurant I worked at. He seemed like he was lost and didn’t know what he wanted but the moment our eyes locked we both knew exactly what he wanted.

What confused me was the fact that he didn’t want to put a label on what we were doing and yet, at the same time he didn’t want to see me with anyone else.

One day he would have to come clean with me and tell me the truth. One day he would surely have to liberate me.