My mysterious man
1033 Words
LILLY'S POV
I heard a gentle knock on the door as I walked out of the shower. 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.
“Who is it?” I asked, but there was no response from the other side of the door.
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 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 lifted my gown and found their way to my panties, which he dropped swiftly.
I moaned out in pleasure as he inserted two fingers into my wet p***y. 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 picked me up and took me to my room, he knew the insides of my house just as well as he knew every part of my body. Upon entering the bedroom, he pushed me onto the bed and got on top of me spreading my legs swiftly. He still hadn't taken off my gown but that wasn’t a problem because I only had a silky gown on.
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 three months now and yet I still hadn’t gotten used to his thickness. He hungrily yet gently penetrated me while I dug my fingers on his back.
He was breathing heavily on my neck as he started thrusting, I could tell that this round wasn’t going to last that long. He just wanted to get rid of his frustrations and this was something that I had kind of gotten used to. He always told me that the first round was his and the ones that followed were mine.
Yes, more were coming because whenever I was with him there was nothing but fireworks.
“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.
“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 already told you that I own clubs,” he said
“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,” he said kissing my neck and then moving on to lick my ear making me giggle.
“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.
“tell me you love me” I whispered as I moved closer to him. Max had never told me he loved me, for some reason he had always avoided saying that to me.
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 burried his face inbetween my p***y.
“How is this for an expression of my feelings for you?” he asked me as I struggled to say anything.
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,” 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.
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
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.
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