Page 6 of Sinful Affair

“Are you clean?” he asks, eyes darkening, and it takes me a moment to answer.

“Yes,” I nod, eyes rolling as his strokes are slow and deep. “I’ve only been with one person…” I pant, fingers tightening around the edge of the counter. “It was bad, so I stick with the ones from my romance books,” I moan as he brushes his thumb across my clit.

“Good,” he groans just as his fingers slip out of me and he is unbuttoning my shirt, large hands cupping my tits as he pushes them together and kisses over them, flattening his tongue as he strokes across my sensitive skin.

“Are you?” I’m breathless, too needy for him.

“I can’t even tell you the last time I was with Cla—” And I smash my lips onto his.

Reaching under me, he lifts me and walks me into one of the cubicles, locking the door behind him as he pins me to the wall with his hips, my legs locked around his waist.

“I’ve fantasised about you, about us…” he nips at my jaw as he pushes my mini skirt around my waist, bearing me to him. His fingers brush across my pelvis before he shreds my tights completely, giving him access to where he wants, where he needs.

“Have you?” I whisper, his lips dusting across my chest.

“Mmhm,” he hums just as I lift his head up, levelling his eyes to mine.

“Well you no longer have to fantasise,” and he groans, one hand fumbling to release his hard and throbbing cock from his trousers and I am desperate to see him, to feel him, to taste him. All of those thoughts leave me as he lifts me and impales me onto his cock in one swift move and I choke out, his fingers digging into my hips, my feet locked around his back as my heels dig into his flesh.

“You feel so big,” I whine, eyes rolling.

“Fuck Bella,” his head tips back, his cock buried deep inside of me.

“Do I feel good, Henry?” I purse, pulling his lips to mine before he can answer, and I need him to move.

Pulling his hips back, he slides out to the tip before slamming into me and I moan into his open mouth, eyes rolling.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he groans, slamming into me once more.

“Then show me how amazing I feel,” I whisper in his ear, his hands cupped underneath my ass as he spreads me, his cock slipping in a little deeper and I am drunk off him.

Moans fill the room as he pounds into me, slipping in and out with ease as my arousal coats his cock, thrust after thrust. I let go from around his neck, one hand pressing onto the closed door, the other resting on his shoulder as he relentlessly fucks my pussy, hard.

“I’m going to ruin your little pussy. Fuck Bella, you’re so tight.”

“Yes, ruin me, ruin all of me,” I moan out.

“Are you going to let me fill you with a baby, brat? Can I fill your sweet little cunt full of me?”

Oh fuck.

My stomach knots, my insides are burning and the feel of my orgasm building chokes me.

“Tell me, tell me I can fill you with my baby, Bella.”

And then the restroom door opens outside the cubicle, soft chatter filling the loud space, and my eyes widen.

“Quiet,” he whispers, his thrusts slowing as he pulls out to his tip, stretching me before slowly, agonisingly filling me to the hilt.

I moan.

He clasps his hand over my mouth and my eyes roll in the back of my head as he continues slowly fucking me, each stroke pushing me closer to my orgasm.

“Someone has left their bag in here,” one of the women says and Henry lets go of my mouth for just a second.

“It’s mine,” I call out, but my voice is laced with a moan. “Just…” thrust. “Leave,” thrust. “It,” I breathe out and Henry’s hand is back clasped over my mouth, his lips edging towards my ear.

“Let me put a baby in you,” and my pussy tightens.