Page 26 of Until He Confesses

In seconds, it arrived on my phone and our gazes met.

I knew she didn’t believe I would go through with it and the skepticism in her eyes truly amused me. I was almost tempted to add another zero but truly didn’t want to part with more than what I was truly willing to let go of.

In seconds the transfer was complete, and I didn’t need to turn around to see the shock on her face as she took in the notification of the receipt of a million dollars. I threw my phone aside and once again began to pull my pants down my legs.

“Get on the bed,” I said, and she looked at me like I was out of my mind.

It made me want to tease her so badly that I couldn’t hold myself back.

“You just sent me a million dollars,” she said, and I sighed.

“That’s what you wanted.”

“And you just gave it to me?”

“It’s not free,” I told her. “I’m going to fuck you as many times as I want tonight to get my money’s worth. So, you better do your best.”

She smiled and shook her head and then she once again turned to glance out the window.

When she returned her gaze to mine, I knew that she had made up her mind to engage in this foolishness with me. I didn’t care how it appeared as long as I had her. I began to walk around the bed.

She retreated from me more out of nervousness than unwillingness until eventually the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed.

She fell onto it but managed to catch her fall with her hands.

“Take your robe off,” I said, and she held my gaze. Then she smiled as her hands went to the ties of the soft fabric.

“It’s best this way,” she said, though it sounded as though she was talking more to herself than me.

“This way we know exactly what this is.”

I grew impatient. I was so excited that my cock was already leaking, and I lowered to my knees and grabbed her thighs.

Then I pulled her to me, and a slight gasp escaped her lips. Jerking her legs apart I found her sex, naked and pulsing and it made my mouth water. Shutting my eyes, I ran my tongue through her wetness and felt the hit to my libido like a punch.

I moaned or perhaps she was the one, I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that nothing could make me stop. She tasted exactly like she had years earlier and as I recalled how it had felt for me the first time with her, a smile spread across my face.

She had been so nervous, and it had been one of those nights when her father was out working so she had invited me over under the pretense of helping her with her math assignment.

I knew she didn’t need any help. She was brilliant with math but back then she would go out of her way and search for every excuse under the sun just so that she could spend time with me in that way and I had absolutely no complaints whatsoever.

She had nearly trembled out of her skin the first time I had touched her, and I could remember that she had been seated at her desk. She’d grabbed onto the edge in shock as well as my hair and as a result, my scalp had throbbed in pain for a few days after. But I didn’t regret even a single moment.

It was one of those moments that had established a fetish for me which I had wrongly assumed after we had parted ways would apply to other women. It was quite interesting and disappointing all at once to find though, that she was the only one that I could stand to be overly intimate with.

Back then and just like now, she had nearly fallen off the chair as her eyes rolled into the back of her head in crippling pleasure. She had moaned and writhed and jerked and spasmed until eventually she was coming in a heated endless stream into my mouth. I’d lapped her up but then she'd nearly fallen over. Thankfully I had caught her in time, so I carried her to her bed where she’d laid listless for about twenty minutes.

Years after and in the present, I found that she was no different.

She grabbed onto my hair trying to get me to stop as she moaned and cried out against the bed.

My grip on the sides of her thighs was ironclad so she was unable to move out of reach. And then she began to rock her sex against my tongue and mouth, and I gave the sensitive bud a hard appreciative kiss.

My name fell from her lips in a long-tortured cry, and I relished every single moment of it. She was breathless and aroused to the point of madness and so when she was against all odds able to wrench herself away from me, I wasn’t surprised.

I watched her, my attention rapt in order to be able to satisfy her in all the ways she wanted, but to my surprise, and after taking a few seconds to get her bearings, she looked at me as though she was looking at an enemy. And then she pulled the robe off her arms and flung it aside and came over to lock her arms around me.

She kissed me and I lost myself in it.