Passionate Betrayal (5)

I turned my face before his lips could meet mine and took a step back. 

I averted my gaze in revulsion at his action, and his eyes widened in response.

"Why did you do that, Victoria? Why did you turn away?" He asked, trying to reach for my hands.

"I made it clear the last time—no means no, especially when it comes to my marriage." I said firmly, attempting to sound decisive.

His face twisted in confusion, furrows deepening with every moment.

"Are you implying that it wasn't enjoyable for you? Are you saying that I didn't fuck you well? You can't be serious."

"I did not!" I shot back, my voice cutting through the air. My hands moving to my hips.

His expression softened with regret, his voice barely over a whisper.

"You seriously didn't?"

"I never did. Now go back home; this is not right." I spoke, masking the truth with a lie. Of course I enjoyed the sex, every fucking second of his dick thrusting into my pussy. But I couldn't let this happen.

"Michael wouldn't make it home until ten, and I agree, this is not right, but it feels just right," he said, taking a step towards me.

"That sounds so pathetic, Benjamin, seriously," I uttered, a sigh escaping my lips as I shook my head.

Though words often failed him, his appearance and actions conveyed what he couldn't say.

"All I am doing is being sincere; I am not trying to sound pathetic. I can tell you felt what I did."

"And what exactly do you feel?" I asked, folding my arms across my breast and tilting my head in wonder. 

His gaze dropped to my breast, to where the front of my bathrobe shifted to expose the swell of my breast. I quickly dropped my hands and adjusted the robe.

"An attraction unlike any I have ever felt before, and Michael doesn't have the same level of openness as you do. I can't shake the memories of what we have done. The feeling lingers within me; I can't seem to move past it. I haven't forgotten how you felt, nor the taste of your pussy against..."

"Just stop," I snapped, stopping him mid-sentence.

"Benjamin, please leave. You don't understand. This isn't right, and I assure you it won't occur again." I said, gesturing towards the front door.  

He seized my outstretched hand and spun me around in a quick motion, slamming my body against the nearest wall. He stepped forward, pressing his solid body flushed against my back, and I gasped from the sudden movement. My breasts were pressed firmly against the smooth surface of the wall.

He dropped a soft kiss on my neck, just behind my ear, and I couldn't help but moan.

A shiver ran through my body.

Fucking hell.

This is the first time I have ever had this electrifying feeling surging through my body. What spell has this man cast on me? How is this man affecting me like this?

He slid his hand underneath my bathrobe and took a hold of my ass cheeks in a firm grip, squeezing them.

"Victoria, this ass belongs to me, do you understand? It is mine," he growled, thrusting his massive manhood against my backside, and a gasp slipped from my lips.

"Mine to fuck. Mine to smack," he went on, each word punctuated with a firm thrust of his hips as he rubbed his dick against my ass cheeks.

"Ahhh...ummm," I moaned.

I was lost in a symphony of moans. I ran my tongue over my lips and focused on calming my breath to form an answer. I tried to speak, but my voice faltered and left me in silence.

I was incoherent. Can't say a single word to save my life. He pressed his full weight against my back, and his body draped over mine in a close embrace. 

He pushed his fingers into my pussy, and my breath caught from his sudden action. My pussy was already soaking wet and drenched, and he could feet it. 

"Oh fuck, Ben," I murmured, my pussy clenched tightly around his fingers.

There was no denying it any longer; I can't suppress my desire for him.

I want his massive dick inside me; I want his fingers all over my body, kissing, sucking, and licking. I want his mouth on my pussy. I want his tongue doing sinful things to my already wet core.