Chapter 142
KATE
I was so tired that I ended up falling asleep on the way to his house.
"Are you very tired?" he asked when we entered his penthouse.
"Why?" I asked.
I knew exactly why he was asking. I turned around, and he was taking off his shirt. "You don't waste any time, do you? Not even a little tired?"
It must have been really hard to get tired with all those muscles in your body.
His expression turned serious, and his eyes grew dark. He closed the distance between our bodies with a few steps and wrapped his arm around my waist. I felt his erection pressing against my belly. He was ready, completely hard. Heat surged between my legs.
But we hadn't talked about my work trip yet. I needed him to agree, even if only symbolically because I would go regardless.
Before I could bring up the subject, he lifted me without taking his eyes off mine and led me to the piano, near the huge windows with the nighttime view of Manhattan behind us. Bending down, he put his face between my legs. I felt his warm breath.
"We haven't talked about your problem with my trip." I let the words slip from my lips before he could completely destroy my reasoning. My legs were already weak.
He stopped, straightened up, and let out a frustrated sigh.
"My problem? So, it's my problem?" he asked sarcastically, on the verge of exploding. We were going to fight again if I continued.
"Nathan, I just want you to support me."
He didn't say anything; he simply walked toward his bedroom.
"Are you really going to avoid this conversation?"
"I've already said my final word on this matter," he said before disappearing down the hallway.
Damn it. What an infuriating man! Great, Kate. Couldn't you have waited to talk about it after sex?
I couldn't do anything. I didn't want to argue with him, just convince him that it wasn't at all as horrible as he thought. But how? If he didn't even want to talk.
I took a glass of water while trying to think of a solution. I couldn't find one, so I decided to speak, even if he didn't want to listen. I could give him an ultimatum.
I lazily walked to his room, hearing the sound of the shower running in the hallway. I had to think of something before he finished bathing. I entered the room, and my brain went into shock when I looked toward the bathroom, taking in the image inside the shower. His eyes were closed as the water jet hit his face, running down his broad back and over his muscular and hot body. Seeing the scene made me wet. His cock was clearly on display through the transparent glass. It was hard and huge.
Was he masturbating? Apparently, he hadn't noticed my presence, but he knew I was in his house. Anyway, I couldn't stop looking. I was hypnotized, watching as he caressed his member from base to tip. There was something wild and animalistic about the scene. I wanted to keep the image forever. So sensual. I felt envious of her hands.
I was afraid of getting caught spying, but damn it, he was mine, so why the hell was he masturbating when I was here, ready for him?
His body was proportionally large everywhere, his hand gripped the shaft firmly, and his movements around his member were slow. Watching was making my mouth water, and my face must have been red. I was sure the wetness was about to drip between my legs.
He groaned gutturally and leaned his face on his arm, which he was using to lean on the wall.
My face was burning. Knowing that he didn't know I was watching made everything even more exciting. I felt completely naughty.
My desire was exploding just from seeing what he was doing to his own body. I imagined him fucking me in that slow and teasing way. It was too much; his body was perfect and so hot.
I couldn't resist. I took off my dress and walked towards the shower. I approached his body, pressing against his back and sliding my hands over his abdomen until I reached his cock. His breathing was heavy. He pushed my hands away and turned to face me. He was clearly irritated. But I didn't care; I just wanted him inside me.
"What do you want?" he asked, his breath heavy.
"You," I replied.
"Not now."
I ignored his response and tried to kiss him, putting my hands around his neck. He stopped me by grabbing my hips and forcefully pushing me against the wall.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
Damn, his deep voice made me even more aroused, if that was possible. I nodded. "I won't stop, even if you beg."
He lifted me and positioned my legs around his hips with a quick motion. His cock entered me abruptly, and it deliciously hurt even though I was aroused, making me moan. One of his hands held my wrists above my head, while the other pressed against my mouth as his hips moved forcefully and rapidly. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation. Feeling him inside me, growing stronger with each passing second.
I opened my eyes and looked at his face; his eyes were closed, and he was biting his lower lip. He was out of control, angry at me. He had pushed me to my limit, but I could still feel him inside me, forcefully sliding in.
I wanted to scream, but his hand prevented me, and I was simply whimpering. He was going so fast, and with each thrust, he became more violent. I thought my body would break at any moment.
I hated that I couldn't touch his body or feel him completely against me. The sensation was driving me crazy; ecstasy consumed me in a quick and violent orgasm, and my scream was muffled by his hand. I felt him grip my thighs, not stopping his movements even as I lost strength in them. He growled, thrusting faster and harder against me.
For a moment, I was almost certain I would faint. Another climax tore through my body, and I writhed in response, trying to push him away, but he held me tighter, pressing his huge body against mine. I could feel my muscles tightening and trembling around him. After one last thrust, I felt his body stiffen, and he came, throwing his head back and moaning wildly.
A minute later, his face was buried in my neck as his labored breathing returned to normal.
"Can you stand?" he asked.
"Uh-huh."
"Great, let's finish this shower."
We rinsed off. He stepped out of the shower and handed me a robe before wrapping a towel around his waist.
He looked great, while I felt exhausted but fully satisfied.
Suddenly, he lifted me, placing my legs around his hips.
"What's this?" I asked.
He smiled and carried me to his bed, placing me on it and climbing on top of me.
"Aren't you tired?" I asked.
His face was inches from mine, and his fingers were opening my robe, exposing my breasts.
"I want more. It wasn't enough."
"More? Okay, give me a minute."
Was he trying to kill me? His determined expression showed his displeasure.
"Fine. One minute… Do you need something to drink?"
"Some water."
"I'll be right back. Enjoy your minute."
I stifled a laugh. God! He's insatiable. He left the room with the towel wrapped around his waist, while I admired the muscles on his back. I was tired, but sex with Nathan could never be enough. Just the thought of him got me aroused.
A minute later, he returned with a glass of water and handed it to me. He checked his phone while I drank and watched him until I placed the empty glass on the nightstand. Then he walked to the edge of the bed.
I noticed the bulge beneath the towel. He discarded it, letting it fall to the floor. He was hard again. How was that possible?
Leaning in, he rested his muscular arms on the mattress.
"Your time is up," he said with a half-smile and hungry eyes before grabbing my ankles and pulling my body towards him.
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