My heart thumped in my chest as his fingers reached my cell phone. I bit my inner cheeks, not knowing what to do, and the anxiety in me made me shout, "Look at me."
I had nothing in my mind. I didn't even know what to do if he stopped reaching for the phone and looked at me. The only thing I knew and wanted was for him to not see Matthew's name on my cell phone.
There was no violation of the contract even if Matthew called me, but I couldn't forget the incident when he almost stopped my sister's treatment because of a small mistake. Probably, I'd never ever get the courage to bring Matthew's topic in front of Mr. Wolfe.
"Looking at you." A smirk appeared on his face as he ignored the cell phone.
He turned the volume down without shifting his gaze away from me as I brought my thumb down my womanhood. My chest heaved up and down, and the echoes of my moans filled the air as I stroked it.
"Fuck!" He let out a grunt, rubbing himself.
I sat on the floor, spreading my legs wide. Embarrassment hit me like a sudden wave when I realized what I had been doing.
I ran my thumb through my cleavage before bringing it down to my most intimate area, which had been awaiting the caresses that it was going to receive. My body arched a little as I rubbed my sensitive part, giving his eyes the happiness he was wanted.
My low moans filled the entire room like music, heightening the sensitive emotions. My body craved much more while my mind stopped functioning normally. All I needed was a good release, and my fingers found a way to it.
"Elira! Come here."
As I went towards him, he pushed me to the bed and spread my legs.
"Let me help you." A wide smirk decorated his face as he inserted his finger, quenching my thirst.
"Yeah… Keiran…"
During our intimate moments, he ordered me to call him by his first name. It was hard for me at first, but I got used to it.
"Yeah? Moan my name. Louder."
He added another finger and increased the pace, earning a loud moan from me.
"Keiran…"
He kept increasing the pace and adding more fingers until my soft moans turned into screams. He flipped me like any weightless object and spanked my butt before fucking me again with his fingers. The wildest part of me loved every part of it, and I was not at all ashamed. All my life, I had always wanted soft and clean things, but for the first time, I wanted something to be rough and dirty. The hidden version of me that came out to see the lights of the world not only confused me but also scared me. And I never expected him to be the one to introduce a new part of me.
He made me stand while he took off his lower wear. His cock was on full display while I stood between his legs, still dripping the fluids. My heart started to beat at an unusual pace as the sudden desire of filling myself with it arose.
"I helped you." He moaned as he brought his hand between his legs. "Now, return the favor."
He didn't have to say anything more. I knelt between his legs and took his big cock into my hands. His tip was already glistening with the cum as I jerked it, giving him the handjob he desired.
"Ah! Elira!" My name that rolled out of his mouth was like a soft rhythm that hit my ears.
He continued calling my name until my hand satisfied his dick, resulting in his cum covering a part of the floor.
We both took deep breaths and looked at each other for a moment. Even though neither of us spoke, we both could read our minds.
He didn't have to wait longer before I ran my tongue on his cock. Holding my hair, he made me look into his dark eyes that were filled with lust and desire. Without breaking the eye contact, I took it into my mouth. He pulled me towards him, making me take every inch of his. My nails dug into his thighs, but it was the last thing he seemed to care about. He choked me with it until I couldn't take it anymore.
Only when he realized I was gasping for air did he release me. I took deep breaths while my saliva mixed with his taste left in my mouth that I had no choice but to swallow.
"That's my good girl!"
He didn't stop yet. He made me suck his balls and again repeated everything until I lost my strength to do anything. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he slept, holding me in between his arms.
When I woke up the next morning, instead of him, I saw a shopping box lying beside me. Curiously, I opened it to see the branded red heels and a handbag smiling at me.
Before I felt anything for the gesture, Matthew's face flashed in front of my eyes. Ignoring them, I took my cellphone into my hands to see his missed calls and messages. A pang of guilt and sadness hit my chest as he waited for me for hours while I lost myself in the pleasure.
It was cruel of me to do such a thing to Matthew. I apologized to him over texts, but I knew it wouldn't be enough.
Tears formed in my eyes as I recalled everything that had happened and that I had done. For a gentleman like Matthew, a person like me was not correct. Even though I had feelings for him and the selfish part of me wanted him to wait for me, the guilt in me warned me to stop everything. It only showed me two options. Take a risk and tell Matthew everything or continue lying and hurt him more.
I was not ready for both of them, but I had to choose. And I decided to choose the first option.