Only For Him {COLLINS #2} 🔞✓

XVII

I could feel the charge that was flowing through my body. It had never happened with any of the boys I was with before. It was something magical and ineffable.

I wanted to remove his hands from my neck and rush out but a part of me wanted to stay too. All the familiarity of the incidences was messing up with my capacity to think and I just couldn't handle it.

I shuddered when I felt sugar daddy's strong arm encircle my waist as he pulled me closer. I gulped in anxiety. This was what I always wanted then why was it feeling like there was something more to it. Something that I was aware of yet simultaneously unaware of.

I closed my eyes and suppressed a moan as I felt his smooth tongue glide over my nape. Never had I ever felt so sensitive in my life. I couldn't breathe properly and gasped to fill air in my oxygen deprived lungs.

I so wanted to get over with this feeling of déjà vu and focus on what I had always wanted. My fingers gripped his thick hair as he placed soft kisses on my neck. It felt like a dream. He pulled away and looked at my neck for long. He drew small circles on it with the pad of his fingers and blew hot air on it before sucking it again.

I couldn't control any longer and I pulled him closer. Inhaling his scent awakened those feelings of familiarity again but I managed to push it back.

"Does it hurt, baby?" He asked in his thick voice, rolling his fingers on my neck.

I shook my head and pressed his face on my nape again. I wanted to feel good again. His hot kisses on my shoulders and nape were setting me on fire. I felt so hot within. I wanted him and I knew he wanted me too. Maybe I was unsure who he wanted but I knew what I wanted.

He pulled me on his lap roughly, holding me tightly as if I would disappear anytime. His tight hold was hurting me but I didn't want to escape. I was still contemplating on whether to give in to my desires. But, when I saw him hard as hot iron rod all my doubts vanished. My core tingles and I could feel the fabric of my panty dampen.

He looked up at me and pulled me into his strong arms. I felt him shiver as he held me close. I could feel his heart throbbing in my chest. He rested his forehead against mine and inhaled deeply. I so wanted kiss his pretty lips. I wanted to feel him closely. I couldn't control anymore. I had never felt a male energy like this before.

He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead before peppering my face with kisses. He looked into my eyes and mumbled, "I'm sorry, baby."

No! Don't say you regret this.

He hid his erection inside his pant and pulled me in his strong arms again. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being in his arms. I felt safe and secure.

"I'm sorry, baby. Talk to me tonight. Tell me about your journey." He said sniffing in my nape.

I was confused. Which journey was he talking about? My journey from Townsville, Australia to NY?

"Tomorrow" I said. I couldn't even speak properly feeling his stone body on mine. He looked into my eyes with a sad frown.

"Don't you want to talk to me?" He asked almost complaining. My heart almost stopped beating when I looked into his eyes. Why did I feel a connection with them? I cleared my throat and moved away from his lap. I could feel flashes of me moving around holding someone's hand, laughing, screaming and crying around the room. It was getting too much. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't stay in this room. The painting of his dead wife was an addition to my discomfort.

"Baby! Don't go, please!" He held my hand tightly and pulled me back to him. My body tensed up as I felt his hard erection at my rear. I closed my eyes when his hands trailed down my body, touching me sensuously. I choked on my breath when his hands came over my breast, rubbing my nipples slowly. My feet were already turning into jelly and I was afraid I would fall down any moment.