My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Iman Harriott ~

"Fuck!" I moaned out, feeling every fucking sensation of his dick pulling in and out of me

My back arched at each stroke I received, as Alistair watched me whimper in pleasure underneath him.

My weak hand tried to keep myself up and steady, resting it on the headstand. Like what was the point, my hand would fall down anyways.

Alistair placed one of his hands on my bare stomach, as he ran it up to my neck, snaking his hand around my neck.

"Playing with my circulation..." I spoke throughout my moans

"You like it...I like it this way..." A slick smile appeared upon Alistair's lips

"Ughhh" I moaned, sounding like music to his ears

"Do. You. See. Now." He spoke with each stroke, causing me to be at my peak

Yeah I need to wake the fuck up.

Another sex fantasy. I didn't even see Alistair for the rest of the night. His bare minimum of buying me a drink which is actually more disrespectful since he has a whole wife, has gotten me to dream indecent thoughts of the two of us together.

I even went to go and rub to touch my vagina to see if the dream really was real and I was wetter than the Amazon forest down there.

"Shit!" I whispered aggressively, as I started to sit up

Nah fuck that I need a new scenery.

I got up from out of my bed, making my way out the room, to go to the kitchen which was downstairs. I mean it's a bit of a journey, since I have to take the stairs and walk through some halls, but I'd rather that than spend time in my room fantasising uncontrollable.

Speaking of fantasies, Alistair just happened to be in the kitchen around the same time as me...what a coincidence.

I didn't step foot into the kitchen as yet, as I just stopped and stared like the woman I am and admired his back muscles through the white vest he was wearing. I could feel the flutters I was receiving as I bit down on my lip.

Jesus girl get it together.

I made my way into the kitchen fully, making my presence known as Alistair soon closed the fridge door, with a bowl of different fruits.

"Fancy seeing you up so late" Alistair noticed

"I should be saying the same thing about you..."

"Well I'm up late because I was hungry, what is your excuse?"

"I needed a new scenery, to free my mind a bit"

"And what was it exactly that you wanted to free your mind about...?" He asked me "...Did you have another nightmare?" This time he was asking me with concern

"No it wasn't that, thank god" I expressed with gratitude "...but do you really want to know what I wanted to free my mind about..." I changed my tone of voice, gradually closing the space between us

"I fear that I won't be able to have a choice in that decision..." Alistair put a piece of fruit in his mouth to eat in a seductive manner

"Hmm...you'd have to show me though or I could just tell you..." I leaned back against the kitchen isle, biting my lip as I felt myself become weak

Alistair placed the bowl of fruits down on the kitchen counter surface, never taking his eyes of me. I was now trapped as he used both of his arms to barricade me from both sides of me.