I pulled her to myself, and she pressed her breasts against my chest, while her hand stroked my cock up and down. I leaned over and pulled her lips into my mouth. She tasted the same, I thrust my tongue down her throat, sucking on her tongue, exploring every corner of her mouth.
I could feel her breasts rising and falling. She was beginning to go out of breath now, but she didn’t stop stroking me. My cock pumped and grew in her hand. I knew she was capable of making me come just like that, just in her hands.
I pulled my mouth away from her and jerked our bodies apart. Ensley gasped when the moment ended. She stepped back, her body pressing against the kitchen island again.
My cock was erect and ramrod straight between my legs now, pointed at her. She looked upset. She was worried that I was going to put an end to this. I took my cock in my hand and stared at her.
“Get up on that,” I said and looked over her shoulder at the kitchen island. Ensley gulped and looked back. She could see what I was thinking. I was going to take her now, right there in the kitchen. We had been delaying this for too long, and it was time that I finally possessed her.
Ensley licked her lips, backed up and jumped up on the counter, with her legs swinging in front of her. Her breasts were still heaving, she was excited, her pale cheeks were flushed red.
“Good girl,” I said, and she smiled. She was glad that she pleased me.
***
I approached her with caution like I was afraid of breaking her. She looked like a beautiful precious doll, perched on the counter, waiting for me to wreck havoc on her body.
Ensley leaned herself back, adjusting the weight of her body on folded elbows on the counter as I drew closer to her. I looked into her blue eyes. She didn’t look away from me this time, she was going to hold my gaze.
“Ensley, for this to work, you need to trust me. You need to know that I will never put you in any danger,” I said. The words were coming out of me smoothly, deeply. I had meant to have this conversation with her before but now felt as good a time as any. Either way, it seemed like every time we were alone, we couldn’t keep off each other.
She gulped, like her throat was dry and then she nodded her head.
“Tell me you trust me, Ensley,” I said, and she parted her lips.
“I trust you, Thorn,” she said, and I cupped her breasts in my hands. Through the thin fabric of her dress, I could feel the lining of her bra, the soft rise of her nipples. She gasped and moved, and I looked up at her.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met,” I murmured, more to myself than to her. She stared at me with her wide, bright blue eyes. Like she couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth.
“But then I bet you get that a lot, from all your fan mail,” I said, and I detected a sting of jealousy in my own voice. Where was that coming from? She leaned her head to one side, and her eyes softened. I watched as she parted her glossy pink lips again.
“I’ve never believed it till now,” she said, in a soft voice, and I kissed her. The kiss was long and gentle, and I moved my body closer to her.
She was shuddering as I kissed her, gasping for breath, her body shaking with desire. I placed my hands on her knees and slowly, dragged the dress up her legs, up her thighs, till it was bunched up at her waist.
When I pulled my mouth away from her, she looked flushed and out of breath. She wasn’t wearing panties, my fingers slipped right into her already wet pussy. I felt a wave of relief pass over me. It was good to be inside her again.
Ensley craned her neck, throwing her head back as she closed her eyes with pleasure. My fingers slipped in and out of her pussy, preparing her for what was about to come.
She had parted her legs wide, presenting her bare pussy to me. I was standing with my cock just about grazing her folds while my fingers slid into her pussy. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, and there were little helpless moans escaping her lips.
I guided my cock towards her. My body started shaking, this moment had been building up since the previous night.
The tip of my cock grazed the folds of her pussy, just as she opened her eyes again and straightened her head. She moaned loudly, as my cock thrust into her. She moved backward, but I caught her by her waist just in time, to stop her from falling off the counter.
She stared at me longingly.
“You okay there, princess?” I asked with a growl, as my cock sunk deeper and deeper into her. She nodded her head, as her eyes glazed over. I knew I was too big for her. Her pussy was too tight, but inch by inch, my cock was stretching her, getting deep inside her. She was warm and small, and I pulled myself out and dove into her again.
With every thrust I grunted, holding her close to myself by her waist. Her legs were stretched apart, her pussy was offered to me, and I kept taking it and taking it.
I could feel my cock reaching the deepest spot of her, stroking those walls of her folds that made her moan and cry out my name.
With one hand, I reached for her clit again. She gasped when I started stroking it. I stroked her clit and drove my cock into her at the same time, and I knew she was about to come.
She screamed, moaned and writhed in my arms and then her body started shuddering hard. Her nails were digging into my arms, she was scratching my back and sighing. I could feel the explosion of her juices, my cock slipped and slid into them while I kept thrusting. She was coming for me again.
I clenched my jaws, ready to do the same. My moment of release inside her felt like a new kind of freedom. I came roughly, hard, spilling my seed into her, shooting it deep enough where she could feel it.
“Yes, Thorn, Yes!” she screamed as we came together. We were both moving, my cock in and out of her, while her pussy exploded with more of her cum.
Ensley sank back, I grabbed her by her waist as she lay down on the counter. I kept thrusting, I still wasn’t done. The more I looked at her, at her body; I felt like I could go on forever; like I could keep coming forever.
Her orgasm ended before mine, and she was looking up at me with a smile as I dribbled the last dregs of my seed inside her. I crashed on top of her, and she giggled as she wrapped her arms around me.
“Wow! That was amazing,” she murmured in my ears as I lay there, with my cock still sunk inside her. And I knew then, that she had never been treated right before. Ensley Adams deserved to be treated like the princess that she was.
***
This was the first time that I’d just had sex with a woman, and I was in no hurry to leave.
By the time Ensley and I had untangled ourselves from each other, we had finally got our breathing back to normal too. Her face was still flushed, and now she shied her gaze away from me as she pulled down her dress and ran a hand through her hair.
I pulled my jeans up and tied my belt. I didn’t bother with the rest of the clothes now, I was feeling too hot anyway.
“Are you hungry? Do you want some lunch?” she asked and I shrugged my shoulders. Then both our gazes drifted to the kitchen island together, and we burst out laughing.
“I won’t cook there, don’t worry,” she said through her laughter, and I went and sat down on her couch. I watched from there as she opened the fridge and scanned its contents.
“I’m not the world’s best cook, but I think I can manage some pasta,” she said, peeping around the open door of the fridge.
“That’ll do,” I said and sat back in my seat, following her around the kitchen with my eyes.
She knew she was being watched. She continued to blush and smile and nervously play with her hair, as she tried to bring the pasta to boil.
“Okay, can you stop looking at me please?” she said abruptly but had a wide smile on her face.
“Who me?” I said, feigning surprise.
“Yes, you!” she mockingly rounded her eyes.
“Why should I do that? This is a free country,” I retorted, and she rolled her eyes.
“I can’t concentrate on cooking with yo
u looking at me like that,” she said and bit down on her lip.
“Looking at you like what?” I asked, and she rolled her eyes again. She had no idea how absolutely adorable she looked when she did that.
“Like you’re going to devour me,” she said, and I smiled.
“I’m just giving you fair warning,” I said, and she turned away from me with a jerk, and started chopping up tomatoes. I was beginning to enjoy watching her cook. The way her body moved, how graceful she was. How her ass shook when she chopped.
“I can feel you watching me,” she called out, and I finally looked away from her.
“All right, I won’t look at you anymore. I don’t want you losing a finger,” I said.
“Thank you!” she exclaimed, just as we heard her phone ringing.
She wiped her hands on a tea towel and went over to her writing desk where her phone was. I couldn’t help but look at her again. Her eyes were bright and shining, her body looked amazing in that innocent looking dress.
“Hello, this is Ensley Adams,” she spoke into the phone. There was an excited lift in her voice when she spoke now, and I felt good knowing that it was me who was making her feel like that.
“Hi? Who is this?” she said, and now her brows were crossed. I jumped off the couch and rushed towards her. We had both been so caught up in feeling good and the rush of sex, that I wasn’t on full alert. She shouldn’t have been answering any calls right now!
“Hello?” she screeched into the phone, just as I pulled it away from her. There was absolute fear in her eyes. The exact opposite of how I wanted her to feel.
“Who the fuck is this?” I growled into the phone.
I could now hear what Ensley was hearing. There was the sound of heavy breathing at the other end.
“How did you get this number?” I barked. The heavy breathing continued.
“Enjoy your time with Ensley while you can. I’m coming back for her, tell her to be prepared.”
The voice was heavy, that of a man and the heavy breathing told me that he was a smoker and had probably been drinking too.
I ended the call. I didn’t need to hear any more.
Ensley had run into her bedroom, and I chased after her. She had thrown herself on her bed, and I crouched down beside her. She was sobbing into her pillow.
“It was him, wasn’t it? It was Ryan?” she cried, and I reached for her head. With one hand, I stroked her hair, and with the other, I reached for her face to turn it towards me.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let you answer the call,” I said. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. Her face had turned red with agony, and her lips were quivering. She could barely keep her eyes open, they were already swollen. Seeing Ensley crying again triggered a deep-seated anger in me. I wanted to fucking smash things. I wanted to bring this house down if that was what it took to make her calm again.
But that wasn’t what she needed from me.
“He has my number. How did he get my number? Can he find me now?” she cried, and I pulled her into my arms. She buried her face in my chest, and I held her tight.
“We don’t know that for sure. We need to get rid of that phone and that number. You shouldn’t be answering any calls. Remember what I told you?” I said and peeled her off my chest.
“Ensley, look at me!” I ordered, and she breathed in deeply before turning her bloodshot eyes to me again.
“I need you to give me all the information you can about this guy. I promise you I’m going to get him. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” I said. She nodded her head and threw herself back into my arms again.
We held each other while she cried some more, and I couldn’t get that asshole’s words out of my head.
“Enjoy your time with Ensley while you can.”
Chapter 18
Ensley
“He was a very jealous man,” I said in a squeak.
I was still on my bed, and Thorn was sitting on the edge of it. It was past noon now, and he was holding my hand tenderly in his. As long as he was touching me, I knew that I was going to be okay. He had asked me to tell him everything I could about Ryan and our relationship, and we had spent the whole morning talking about it.
“Jealous of your success?” Thorn asked, and I dabbed my damp cheeks with the backs of my hands.
“I wasn’t really successful then, but yeah, he didn’t want me to pursue a career in acting. He didn’t want me to pursue a career at all, in fact. He wanted me to stay locked up in our tiny studio apartment in Queens and never leave without him. He couldn’t stand it if someone looked at me if I happened to look at someone. He wanted me all to himself,” I said, and I could feel another cry rising up in my throat.
Thorn reached out and stroked my left cheek with his thumb. He could see how difficult this was for me to talk about, but we both knew that it was important to disclose everything.
I couldn’t believe how easily all of it was tumbling out of me. In the past five years, in fact, never had I spoken about Ryan and our relationship like this. In New York, Ryan had forced me to cut off all contact with my family and friends, and when I moved to LA; I had nobody I could be this honest with.
Thorn was the first person I was opening myself up to, and I had no idea why and how it was so easy for me to do so. It was like he had turned on some kind of tap inside me, and all of my pent-up emotions and fears were gushing out.
“How often did he physically abuse you?” Thorn asked, and his voice was deep and full of concern.
“I can’t count,” I said and shrugged my shoulders.
“Every time he thought I had defied him in some way. Every time he thought I was disobeying him. The degree of violence varied. Sometimes he just slapped me, sometimes he slammed my body against the wall and gave me nosebleeds. I had bruises on my arms all the time, just from him holding me tightly,” I said, and I couldn’t look at Thorn anymore. I covered my face with my hands and tried to not weep.
When I felt his hand on my head, I drew my hands away and looked into his handsome face. I still couldn’t believe that a man like him was so concerned for me, that he genuinely cared. His deep green eyes were heavy with anger and concern, his face was dark and stormy. I knew that if Ryan were in the room right now with us, he wouldn’t stand a chance against Thorn and his fury.
“Did you ever report it to the police?” Thorn asked and nodding my head, I got off the bed.
I walked over to my closet, and rummaged around in one of the drawers where I kept all the papers.
“I should have gone to the police a long time before, but I only had the courage one night when he was drunk and passed out on the floor. I had a split lip, and with a bleeding face, I went to the police,” I said, bringing over the papers to him. Thorn took them from me and flipped through the pages.
They were the medical documents of my examination of physical and mental abuse. It also contained a copy of the restraining order that had been levied against Ryan in the state of New York. Thorn studied them carefully and nodded his head.
“This is good, I’m glad you had the courage to do this,” he said, and I gulped. Getting a restraining order was the only reason why I could make my escape from New York. It was why I had the life I now did in LA.
“Do you know what happened to him after you left him?” Thorn asked. I gulped and shook my head.
“He never contacted me, and I tried to not think about him. We have no mutual friends, and I didn’t try to find out. I figured that he had gotten a scare when the police knocked on his door and handed him the restraining order,” I said, and Thorn was nodding his head knowingly.
“Yeah, ultimately, guys like him who pick on defenseless women, are just pussies. I just have to figure out where he is now and why he suddenly has the courage to come after you,” Thorn said, and I pressed my lips together, to stop myself from breaking into another volley of tears. I didn’t want Thorn to think that I was a cry-baby.
He saw me trying to fight my
tears, and he reached for my hand.
“It’s going to be all right, we’re going to take care of him. I and my club are going to make sure that Ryan is gone from your life,” there was conviction in Thorn’s eyes as he spoke to me and I couldn’t help thinking that he had a definite plan.
“How are you going to do that? What are you going to do?” I asked, and Thorn reached for my hand again and gave it a squeeze.
“You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about it. I’ll take care of it. Just leave it up to me,” he said. Thorn was holding my gaze strongly, and I could feel my cheeks beginning to flush again. He always had such a strong effect on my body that I had no control over.
“For now, let me draw you a bath, and you can relax a little,” Thorn said, and I couldn’t stifle the smile that was forming on my face now. How did he know that was exactly what I needed?
***
Thorn had led me to my bathroom, where he started filling the tub with hot water. I stood by the door watching him work. He was sitting on the edge of the tub, running his fingers around in the water.
He was still in just his jeans, and his ripped, chiseled torso looked dreamy as he sat there. I couldn’t believe that I had sex with this man, that he was in my bathroom practically naked. He was definitely the finest physical specimen of a man I had ever slept with, and I just couldn’t get over how lucky that made me feel.
“The water’s ready,” he said, looking at me abruptly. He had caught me staring at his body again, and this made me blush.
I stepped into the bathroom, while he reached for a jar of bath salts. Tipping it over the tub, he poured some of the lavender scented salts into the water, and it bubbled up.
“You’ll have to undress for this, Ensley,” he said, with a smile in his eyes when he watched me approaching the tub. It was like, at this moment; I had completely forgotten about everything that had happened before this. I couldn’t understand it, but Thorn had a way of making me forget. I didn’t even remember hearing Ryan’s breathing over the phone. All I could think about was Thorn’s beautiful naked body, crouched over the bathtub.
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