Chapter 3 3.

He pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch, and I held my breath as the thick pressure split me open. My walls burned and clamped down around him, trying to fight him off and take him in all at once.

"Fuck-" I gasped, gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles went white.

He groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating against my skin as his cock sank halfway inside me. "So fucking tight," he growled, his voice dark and ruined.

He pulled back just a little, then pushed in again, deeper this time. My body jerked under the force of it, my back arching as I tried to adjust to his size.

"Breathe, baby," he rasped, his lips brushing my ear. "Relax for me. Take me in."

I whimpered, nodding, forcing myself to exhale as he kept pushing, stretching me wider and wider until I thought I might break. It was overwhelming, too much, too big-yet the ache was wrapped in pure, addictive pleasure.

Finally, with one long, hard thrust, he buried himself almost to the hilt. I cried out, my body jolting at the sudden fullness. My walls fluttered around him, desperate to adjust.

"Yes, baby... just like that," he groaned, his forehead pressed to mine. "Take every fucking inch. You were made for me."

He gave me no time to recover. He pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back into me hard.

I screamed.

My hands wrapped around him and clawed at his bare back as he began pounding into me, hard and fast, his cock driving deep inside me with every brutal thrust. My breasts bounced with the force, my nipples rubbing against his chest, sending shocks of pleasure through me.

His hands gripped my breasts roughly, squeezing, pulling at my hardened peaks. "Perfect tits," he growled before capturing one nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking until I moaned so loud the walls must have heard.

The bed creaked beneath us as his pace grew relentless, each thrust deeper than the last, hitting spots inside me I never knew existed. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with my moans and his rough groans.

"Oh God... oh God-" I whimpered, my body arching off the bed, the pressure in my belly coiling tight again, threatening to snap.

He smirked down at me, his hair falling into his eyes. "You love it, don't you, princess? You love being fucked like this."

"Yes!" I cried out without shame, my voice breaking. "Yes, I love it...don't stop!"

He growled, lifting my legs and throwing them over his shoulders, driving into me at a new angle that made me see stars. I screamed as he pounded into me mercilessly, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes from how intense it felt.

I shattered again, my orgasm ripping through me violently. My walls clamped down hard on his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure made me convulse.

"Fuck-yes," he groaned, slamming into me even harder as if determined to drag out every drop of my orgasm.

When I collapsed back onto the bed, trembling, he wasn't finished. He flipped me over with rough strength, pressing me onto my stomach and pulling me up onto my knees.

"Arch that pretty back for me," he ordered, his voice thick with lust.

I obeyed, arching until my ass was high in the air, my face buried in the sheets. He slammed into me from behind, the angle so deep I screamed again, my hands clawing at the mattress.

His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back as he fucked me hard and fast. "This pussy is mine," he growled into my ear.

"Yes-oh God-yes!" I sobbed, my body giving in completely.

He reached under me, finding my clit, rubbing it in fast, brutal circles as he kept thrusting. My body gave out, my arms collapsing as another orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaking violently as I cried out into the sheets.

But he didn't stop. He kept pounding into me, his movements rough and sloppy now, his breathing harsh and ragged against my back.

Finally, he flipped me back over, pressing my leg against his shoulder as he drove into me again, harder, deeper, until I thought I would break apart.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

I forced my eyes open, staring into his dark, feral gaze.

We came together-me exploding first, screaming as another powerful orgasm tore through me, and him following with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot release.

He didn't stop right away, thrusting a few more times as if he couldn't bear to let go, before finally collapsing on top of me, both of us drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.

I lay there stunned, every nerve in my body fried, my thighs trembling uncontrollably. I'd never been fucked like that in my life.

And God help me... I loved every second of it.

I woke up the next morning and instantly knew something was off. The ceiling above me wasn't mine. The sheets smelled different-expensive cologne and the bed was too big, too soft, too foreign.

Panic slammed into me.

I sat up fast, ready to bolt, when a heavy arm locked me in place. My heart jumped to my throat, and I whipped my head to the side.

Him.

He was there. Sleeping beside me, hair messy, jawline sharp even in sleep, lips parted like he owned the world. And just like that-every single filthy, sinful detail from last night crashed back into me.

My face burned. My body burned.

God.

I carefully pried his arm off my waist, ignoring the dull ache between my thighs. No way was I dealing with that right now. I scrambled into my wrinkled dress, scanning the floor for my panties. Nowhere. My stomach flipped-shit. With no time to waste, I rushed out of the room, bare under my dress, humiliation biting at me with every step.

Work. Work would save me.

At least that's what I told myself when I buried my head into the endless spreadsheets and PR drafts at the media company I worked for. My job? I handled client accounts-polishing their brand image, fixing their messes, making them look shinier than they were.

Irony wasn't lost on me. I could fix anyone's mess but my own.

I swore I wouldn't see him again. Hell, I couldn't. For Christ's sake, I had a boyfriend.

But you didn't sound or act like someone's girlfriend last night.

That mocking little voice in my head wouldn't shut up. I pressed my eyes shut, fists clenched, wishing I could blame it all on alcohol. But I hadn't been drunk. Not even tipsy. Every moan, every scream,I remembered it all too I had made sure I took my contraceptive pill this morning immediately I got home.

By lunch break, the guilt was eating me alive. I grabbed Ashley, my best friend and work partner, and practically dragged her into the break room.

"You won't believe what I did last night," I hissed.

Her eyes widened instantly. "Oh, this is going to be good. Spill."

My voice dropped, shaky. "I... I cheated on James."

Ashley blinked once. Twice. Then she asked like I'd just told her the weather. "Okay. And...?"

"Ash!" I whisper-yelled, gripping her arm. "Don't 'and' me. This is serious! I went to the club, and then I don't even know how it happened,I..." My words tangled into a mess.

"Breathe, baby girl," she cut in, calm as ever.

I sucked in air, my chest tight. "I feel so guilty, Ash. I can't face James after what I did. The images won't stop replaying in my head. It's like every time I blink, I'm right back there, under him..." My cheeks flamed.

Ashley smirked knowingly. "Sweetheart, you're not to blame. James has been starving you. What did you think was going to happen? I've been waiting for the day you finally snapped and found satisfaction somewhere else. Congratulations, you finally did." She winked.

"Ash!" I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "I'm not proud of it. I didn't go to that club to cheat. I was just frustrated and angry because James bailed on me again. And then I met him and-God-it got out of control so fast."

Ashley's grin widened. "Uh-huh. And how was it?"

My jaw dropped. "Are you serious right now?"

"Dead serious." She leaned in, eyes sparkling. "Don't act all shy. Was it good?"

I bit my lip, my guilt and pride battling each other. But the truth burst out anyway. "It was... mind-blowing. Beyond anything I've ever felt. Ash, I came four times. Four. And they weren't small ones, either. He...he was a beast in bed." My voice cracked, like saying it out loud made it too real.

Ashley gasped, then clutched her chest dramatically. "Four fucking orgasms in one night? Girl!"

I groaned, covering my face again. "It was insane. I woke up aching between my thighs so bad I had to soak in hot water just to function."

Ashley burst into laughter, clapping her hands. "That's not sex, babe. That's a spiritual experience."

I peeked at her through my fingers. "Ashley, this isn't funny. I cheated."

Her smile softened but didn't fade. "Listen, Laura. James isn't the one for you. You know it. He's been trying to mold you into his idea of the perfect girlfriend,telling you how to dress, where to go, what job to take. And even then, he couldn't satisfy you in bed. You've been compromising yourself for him, and for what?"

Her words hit too close. My chest tightened. She was right James had tried to change me. I let him because I loved him, but last night showed me just how much of myself I'd lost.

Ashley tilted her head, studying me. "Answer me honestly. Do you regret the sex? Do you regret how he made you feel?"

Silence stretched between us. My heart thudded, my mouth dry. Finally, I whispered, "No. I don't."

Ashley grinned, triumphant. "Then stop torturing yourself. Break up with James, babe. Or stay with him and keep starving. But you and I both know there are men out there who will take you exactly as you are and blow your mind in the bedroom while they're at it."

A laugh escaped me, half broken, half relieved. "You're impossible."

She pulled me into a hug. "No, baby girl. I'm right. And one day, you'll thank me for saying it."

For the first time all day, the guilt in my chest loosened just a little.