Betrayal

Chapter 50

Ali

I wake up to the sound of thunder. I'm disoriented for a moment because I'm not in my bed. It's dark and still raining and I look around slowly. He's across the room at his desk, his back to me, with the light from the computer illuminating his face. I smile at the way his hair is sticking up.

I roll over and look at the clock on the nightstand. It's almost two. I really must've been tired.

As I sit up, he turns in his chair and looks at me.

"You're awake," he says quietly. "Sleep good?"

"Yes. Your bed is very comfortable... where's the bathroom?"

He points to a door at the left of his desk. I walk slowly to it and he keeps his eyes on me. I'm still naked and blush. It's just as nice as the rest of his apartment. There's a glassed in, stand up shower, a jacuzzi tub, and double sinks.

When I'm done I realize there's no toilet paper. I sigh and walk quickly to the sinks, open the cabinet beneath them, and grab a roll. My eyes catch on a black box that's sitting next to a heating pad. They're condoms. I grab it and see that it's opened, but it looks full. My first thought is that he bought them for us, but if he did he would've used one. Maybe he had them from when he was still with Rebecca and hadn't had his vasectomy fixed.

I close the cabinet, finish up, and when I come out he's still sitting at his desk, but he's turned the small lamp on that sits on top of it.

"Come over here. My lap is much more comfortable than the bed."

He pats his thigh. He's only wearing briefs and looks so fucking good right now. I blush again and smile, then walk to him. He watches my every move and when I reach him he pulls me onto him. I rub my eyes and stare at his computer screen. He's looking at lawyers. There's a notepad out on his desk, his handwriting scribbled onto it. He tosses his glasses next to it.

I sigh when he kisses my back and holds me tightly in his arms.

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"You look beautiful when you're sleeping. I couldn't wake you up."

He keeps kissing me and cups my tits in his hands. They're warm and strong and I rest mine on top of them.

"Are you hungry?"

He's begun to stroke my nipples gently, squeezing them between his thumb and index fingers. I nod and sigh as my breath leaves me.

"Hm? You hungry, baby?"

"Yes."

"Me, too."

He shoves the notepad and keyboard out of the way, pushes me face down against the desk, and spreads my legs apart. The wood is cool and my mouth falls open when he begins to eat me.

"Jesus," I whisper. "Oh, Warren."

"You have the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted," he mutters. "Mm."

I tightly close my eyes and gasp as he slips his tongue into me. He does it so well. He's so skilled at this. Making me wet, turning me on, arousing me, devouring me.

He's away from me, standing between my legs. We gasp together as he thrusts into me. My eyelids flutter and I grip the side of the desk tightly in my hand. He grips me, too. One arm wrapped securely around my stomach, a hand deep in my hair, and his face and body against mine.

He doesn't move. He holds himself in place. I revel in the feeling, that perfect fullness of him being deep inside of me, stretching me. He thrusts gently, repeatedly, and I move back and forth against the cool wood. My pussy is sore, but it feels so good.