I managed to eat some peanut butter and toast with a couple glasses of wine. It was unusual for a meal, but what the heck, there wasn’t much to select from.
It was extraordinary to be staying here, but I had already made up my mind that I wouldn’t be leaving until he was better.
I strode into his walk-in closet in search of a shirt to sleep in. The second I entered the vast white space, I was instantly engulfed with his masculine scent, and my hormones went haywire. When would this addiction to him ever stop? It was becoming a drag, most especially when it took me by surprise. Nothing good could come out of it.
When I spotted the section of black shirts, I took one then ran out of there as fast as I could.
Biding time, I took a hot shower, my eyes scouting for clues of any feminine products. So far, there was nothing. It seemed that she hadn’t been here or, if she had, she didn’t come often. That left me with the conclusion that they conducted their affair elsewhere, quite possibly her home.
I remained in the shower for about an hour. The hot water was too therapeutic to resist. After finishing, with just his shirt on, I towel dried my hair and brushed my teeth. Surprisingly, my designated toothbrush was still right next to his, just like the last time I had left it.
Before settling into bed next to him, I decided that I would give him his next medication in the morning so he could have a lengthy rest. Turning off the lamp, I left the bathroom light on with the door slightly ajar with just enough dimmed lighting so he wouldn’t be disoriented if he did wake up.
The California king mattress was big enough to give us enough space without touching one another. Basically, I was an arm’s length away if he was in need of assistance. With my damp hair and too exhausted to care, I discreetly slipped into the sheets.
Sometime later, I wasn’t sure what had woken me up, but my body was on full alert mode, mind trailing behind, still suffering from severe sleep fog, when I felt my heart rapidly pounding against my chest as hot hands skimmed my bottom, rubbing and cupping.
What do I do?I silently panicked. The man was high with fever, but somehow, he couldn’t resist touching me. Wait, did he realize it was me, or did he think I was Hailey? Fuck.
I pressed my lips together, trying to hold myself back from moaning as his fingers began to delve deeper into the curve of my buttocks, tracing the soft opening as he glided his middle finger forward. My juices trickled while his notorious digit sought the pearl button, rubbing it in a circular motion while he simultaneously began to nudge his hot manhood against the cheek.
His hot breath touched my skin as he tried to control his breathing. Basing from his engorged member that nestled between the crack of my ass, there was no mistaking how aroused he was.
His touch was still feverish, indicating he was still sick, but apparently, his cock didn’t have an off day. Torn between wanting to confront him and indulging my cravings for him, I told myself that I would tell him to stop before this progressed further. But lo and behold, my yearning overruled common sense. And so, I kept on pretending I was asleep while I let River conduct his ministrations on my intimate parts.
Shuddering at the feel of him gently thrusting while trying not to wake me, the head of his dick began to slowly fuck my entrance while his finger incessantly circled my nub. He trailed his lips along the back of my neck before licking and kissing my skin as he sped up.
My pussy was beyond wet. It properly lubricated his thick length, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to have sex. Instead, he maintained this tumultuous, mind-blowing technique, until I began to push my ass back, slowly gyrating against his cock, begging him to end this sweet, agonizing process.
Realizing my impatience, he roughly guided his dick toward my slick opening, putting pressure as it stretched the entrance, inching inside then halting halfway before pulling out of my pussy again. River unhurriedly resumed rubbing against my hole a few more times before sliding it back inside my channel for several strokes before pulling it out once more.
I was about to make my frustration known when I felt the tip of that determined cock hastening its way farther up toward my virgin hole. The moment I realized what he intended, I lied frigidly still.
He began to nip my ear, his middle finger hadn’t left torturing my clit, as his massive member pressed against my untried hole. His ministrations were hypnotizing me to become subdued, making it easily to submit to his demands. My body began to relax, when I felt him apply more pressure, stretching, spreading my entrance. Through my fright, I hadn’t realized how soaked my pussy was that lubricating my anal hole.
Letting out a strangled moan, my fingers dug farther into the mattress, gripping it as he thrust farther into me until he bottomed up. There was a tinge of pain, but nothing too significant that would demand him to stop. It was mostly that alienated feeling of being full. It was a foreign feeling that I wasn’t used to at all. But apart from my discomfort, River was beyond harnessing his carnal needs.
He began to fully fuck me, no holds barred, ripping into my hole to entirely accommodate him, pounding into me full-force. Then he found my lips, parting them with his thumb, while his thick cock annihilated my anal canal.
“Your cunt is so fucking wet,” he groaned as he pummeled harder, spanking my over-sensitized clit until I screamed bloody murder.
“Are you mine?” he demanded harshly as my eyes began to roll, seizing from the insurmountable effect of orgasming from this newly discovered part of my body. I could feel him expand, close to ejaculating, but he seemed to be holding it off. “Are you mine?” he asked, punishingly hammering his dick harder, faster.
“Yes, I’m yours,” I gasped as I tried to hang on for my dear life while wave after wave of orgasms shook my body. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh, my God!”
Tears sprung from my eyes when I felt him thrust a few violent pumps before unloading heavy ropes of his seed, surrendering to the inevitable.
“I love you …” My body felt drained as I tried to get air into my lungs. “I love you,” I heard myself say again before passing out from overexertion.