Chapter Four

Palmer's POV 

“Fine, I will do it.” I said, my voice barely audible as I stared at the ground unable to meet his eyes.

I found it degrading that I was agreeing to this, but I had no choice. I have been pushed towards the wall. 

“I see you have made the right decision. Now come and kiss me.” He ordered. My head snapped back up in shock.

He could not be serious.

“Why are you so surprised? I have told you before if you don't want it, I won't force you. You can walk away.” He said, looking at me with an innocent smile.

He knew what he was doing. He wanted me to initiate it, he wanted me to be the one to sleep with him, not the other way around.

I slowly walked tonwjerbhe was sitting down, he was perfectly relaxed. His back rested on his cahra as he opened his legs wide to accommodate me.

I stood in-between his legs feeling small. But he did not move an inch closer to me, he just observed me, his eyes roaming down every inch of my body.

“What are you waiting for Palmer?” He teased me.

I slowly leaned forwards, expecting him to meet me halfway but he just stared at me, slightly tilting his head.

This was the first time we were being so close, even when we were told to kiss each other on our wedding day I subtly refused but now there was nowhere to hide. I was the one initiating the kiss.

With a loud sigh I moved closer, grabbed his neck and placed my lips on his and immediately removed it. I expected to feel disgusted but my heart was racing like crazy. I enjoyed it?

My face flushed hard with embarrassment and when I tried to pull away he grabbed my arm and forced me onto his lap.

“Is that all you are going to do, is that how you are going to warm my bed?” He asked, as he gave me seductive looks.

Looks that gave me a strong feeling in my stomach. 

I kissed him again and this time although my head was screaming at me to stop my body did not want to. I was enjoying it way too much.

He was my first kiss and I was slowly losing my mind to the foreign sensations.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and intensified the kiss. He wrapped his palm around my neck and slowly dug it into my hair.

Strange sounds left my lips, which surprised me. I bit his lips in retaliation as he was kissing me too hard.

“Feisty, just how I like it.” He said, out of breath.

He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.

It was really happening. I was about to have sex with Arrow Dawson.

He gently put me down on the bed pulling off my shirt and shorts.

I sat down, not moving, letting him do whatever he wanted to do.

“Take off my clothes.” He ordered, after removing all my clothes leaving me in only my underwear.

I felt exposed, but this was a choice I made I had to go through with it.

I pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his muscled and fit torso, his eight packs were perfectly confirmed and his biceps looked strong.

He was indeed a beautiful man, I could not help myself from swooning.

“Like what you see?” He teased, making me roll my eyes. He was still a narcissist.

“kneel down and pull my pants down.” He ordered.

I stared at him, thinking he was crazy. He did not just order me to kneel down, but the slight tilt of his head said otherwise.

Reluctantly I knelt down and was face to face with his private area.

I pulled down his shorts and almost regretted it. I came face to face with a monster. A monster I was not expecting at all. I looked up at him and he only smirked.

He was not wearing any underwear. He was completely exposed. His swollen and veiny manhood stood upright staring at me.

I licked my lips unintentionally, as I felt an urge to wrap my palm around it.

“You can lick it, if you want.” He said, sounding breathless.

Staring at his hard erection made my lips water and also another part of me tingle.

I squeezed my thighs as I tried to suppress the strange feeling.

I wrapped my palm around his member and he let out a soft hiss. I looked up at him and his face was contorted in pain?

I moved my palm, up and down experimenting and observing his reaction. All this was new to me. I had no idea what I was doing.

“ Swallow it.” He ordered, grabbing my head and forcing my lips towards his large manhood.

I stared at him with wide eyes. How the hell is that going to enter my mouth? He was humongous.

I opened my lips and licked his wet tip with my tongue and a salty intoxicating taste filled my mouth.

It was kind of addicting, I wanted more of it. I continued licking it and the soft sound slipping out of his lips gave me more courage to continue.

Suddenly he stopped me, he grabbed my arm and pushed me onto the bed.

“Next time we will continue to work on that, for now I want to eat you.” He growled, his eyes glistening with lust.

He ripped my underwear and unbuckled my bra. Before I could process what was happening, I was laying naked on the bed.

I tried to cover up with my arm but he grabbed my arm and placed them above my head. 

“Don't move them or I will stop and you know what that means for your dad.” He threatened, a reminder of why I was doing this with him in the first place.

He grabbed my legs and spread them apart and the next thing he did shocked me to the bone as I tried to push him away but the look he gave me made me drag my arm over my head clenching my palm tightly.

With his head in between my legs, his lips and tongue moved gracefully in-between my soft flowers.

I grasped the sheet and threw my head back, from the indescribable feeling.

I could feel a strong knot tightening inside my stomach, threatening to let loose.

My toes curled, my back arched and my eyes watered. It was too much. He was not stopping, he kept going, licking, sucking and biting. 

Then the strange sensation in my stomach intensified, I tried to hold it in but I could not. The feeling washed over my body making me tremble and shiver like a child left out in the cold for too long.

I felt dizzy and my body felt hot and incredibly exhausted.

With his face covered with my juices he crawled up his face directly above mine then he kissed me, making sure I tasted myself. It was salty and also kind of addicting. 

Then suddenly I felt his hot rod rubbing against my entrance before I could react he thrusted deep into my hole.

My mouth hung open in which as my eyes watered, my whole body froze from the unexpected pain that washed over my body.

He pulled it and that was when I screamed. It was painful, too painful and I wanted him to stop but he continued.

I clawed and pulled at his arm and back begging him to stop but he only continued telling me it was going to feel good soon and then it truly started to feel good.

Foreign sounds began to leave my lips as my body slowly began to match his rhythm. I was enjoying it.

We stared at each other, almost like we were bonding. His eyes were so soft a contrast to his movements as he was ramming hard into my wet hole.

“Don't stop.” I moaned, grabbing his butt, encouraging him to go harder.

It felt so good, too good.

“Don't plan to.” He replied, softly biting and licking my lips, ward and neck while whispering sweet nonsense into my ears.

I felt it again, the strange tightening feeling in my stomach, this time it was stronger.

“Don't hold it in baby, let it go.” Arrow groaned and just like that, the sensation rushed someone my body, making me convulse while he continued to ram into my flower, groaning loudly.

Then suddenly stopped, burying his head into my neck as I felt a warm sensation inside of me.

“Gosh, you feel so good.” He complimented, planting soft kisses on my shoulder.

I blushed, out of breath as he placed all his weight on my body. I never thought I would enjoy it but I did.

I can't believe I gave my innocence to a man I do not love.

*****

It's been weeks since our last encounter with Arrow. Strangely enough after that night he never asked for sex again. 

Was I bad at it? I dunno.

“Ouch..” I groaned in pain as I bumped into a hard body.

“So sorry.” A deep voice apologized, immediately picking my interest.

I looked up and the man standing in front of me took my breath away. He was incredibly handsome.

“I am sorry for spilling your coffee.” He apologized.

I was so distracted by his looks I had no idea I spilled my coffee on his white shirt.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry.” I said trying to brush off the stain on his shirt but all I felt was a damp cloth and a rigid torso.

He was not wearing any shirt inside. Touching his wet shirt felt like I was touching his naked body.

My face flushed with embarrassment as I pulled my hand away.

He smiled a knowing smile, one that almost swept me off my feet. “It's okay.” 

“I will get you a new coffee.” He said.

“What? No no, I will get you a new shirt. I should have been looking at where I was going to.” I panicked. His shirt was ruined and I was the cause or my coffee was the cause.

“Well I wasn't looking either.” He said with an awkward smile as he cutely scratched his head.

Gosh he was handsome.

“ No no, I will get you a new shirt.” I insisted.

“Instead of getting me a shirt, what if I have your number?” He asked, he was flirting with me.

I was a married woman and my husband is a psychopath. I should say no, save the young man from possibly being killed. 

“Okay.” I replied.

There was no way I could say no to such a heart fluttering smile. I knew this would backfire but it's about time Arrow gets a reality check. I am not his property and he can't tie me down.