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"I'm falling in love with you too, sweetheart. I know you're scared, and I know the shit that dickless douchebag put you through has you doing everything in your power to never go through something like that again, but I'm not him, baby. Don't run from it. Fall with me. Be with me, Ellie. I want to give you every part of myself. I want to be the reason you wake up every day with a smile on your beautiful face.
God, Ellie
. You own me. You fucking have me by the balls and I don't even care."

No one has ever said anything to me like this. Trent just laid everything out there.

All. Of. It.

He just jumped. Put himself out there without even knowing how I would take his words. The words that just took a giant piece of my heart and held it hostage. The words that just sealed my fate. The very fate that includes loving Trent Hamilton, because right now, I do…

I love Trent Hamilton.

I grab Trent by the back of the neck and sharply crash my lips to his. He pulls my hips closer as our tongues entwine. I'm attempting to show him just how much he owns me through this kiss, because Trent Hamilton owns me. He owns every single part of me, and I don't think I'll ever recover from this. I know there are unknowns about our future. Trent is just supposed to be temporarily in Charlotte, but I just can't seem to find the strength to care about this huge dilemma. I'm melting into this kiss, this wonderful, awe-inspiring, toe-curling kiss.

Trent pulls back, trying to slow his breathing. "Ellie, Let's go. Let's get out of here. I can't wait a second longer to be inside of you."

Yes, let's go. Right. Now.

And with that statement, I grab Trent's hand and quickly pull him back into the clubhouse that is already set up for a nice dinner. A dinner that Trent and I will most definitely not be attending. I walk towards our assigned table and see James and Amy sitting down, still visibly enjoying each other's company.

"Hey, James, I need you to take Amy home tonight, okay?" I ask, unable to ignore the ridiculous grin that is spreading across Amy's face.

"Yeah, no problem." James slides his arm around Amy's shoulder.

"What's got you two kids in a big rush? You heading home to play hide the salami?" Amy questions unabashedly. I hear Trent chuckle behind me and feel him pull my hips back toward him. He is harder than stone and causing my body to tremble from his close proximity. My panties are already wet at the feel of his cock against my ass.

"Don't worry, Amy. Ellie and I are going to do more than just play hide the salami. I'm taking her back to my place tonight and you probably shouldn't expect to see her until late tomorrow, if not the day after that." My insides clench at the mere idea of having more than twenty-four hours to be with a very naked Trent.

"Bye, Amy! Bye, James!" I yell behind me as Trent hurriedly escorts me out of the clubhouse and toward his truck. He quickly helps me inside and practically peels out of the parking lot.

Oh hell yesssssssssssssss.

 

 

 

Chapter Nineteen

 

“When a hot guy instructs you to lie naked and spread-eagle on his bed, you follow those orders without a second thought and let him give your vagina some good old fashion face-time.”

 

We manage to make it to his apartment in record time. I swear Trent was driving over ninety miles per hour the entire way, swerving in and out of traffic like a man on a mission—a one-man mission straight to my cock-pocket. I kept attempting to unzip his pants so I could feel him hard in my hands, but he put the kibosh on that.

“Don't even think about getting my cock out before we get home or else I'll pull over and fuck you in the bed of this truck, and I won't give a shit who sees us."

If that doesn't make you cream your panties, I'm not sure what would. Trent kept sliding his hand up and down my thigh, brushing his fingers over the apex of my sex, and then rubbing soft circles on my clit through my panties.

We're in the elevator now, and my back is pressed against the wall, my hands clenched tightly together. I'm struggling to be a good girl and wait until we make it inside his condo before I start attacking him like a sex-starved woman.

"Ah, fuck it," Trent says before quickly pushing the stop button on the elevator and tenaciously pushing himself against me. "I can't wait another minute. I have to be inside of you.
Right. Now
. I need to feel your tight, wet pussy around my cock more than I need my next breath." He makes quick work of his zipper and has my skirt around my waist faster than I could say, “Thrust me hard, Dr. Hamilton!”

He slides my panties to the side as he wraps my legs around his waist and plunges himself inside of me. He is thick and hard and deep—oh so deliciously deep. His hands are gripping my ass, and I clench tightly around him. Within an instant I'm lusciously full. I'm dripping wet from my arousal, and this only spurs my instinctual sexual desires to take over. My hands are frenzied, grabbing him, touching him, running my fingers all over his body.

And then he stops.
Stops moving
. Stops his delicious rhythm inside of me.

“FUCK,” Trent groans out and his eyebrows pull in. “Ellie…” He takes a choppy breath. “I can't believe I started this without a condom.” He rests his forehead against mine in frustration.

“It's o-okay,” I pant against his mouth. “I'm on birth control. Have been for years.” I urge his hips closer to mine with my heels.

“Fuck, Ellie. You make me crazy. You make me lose all control. I've
never
not used a condom, and yet with you, I just completely forgot…about everything. All I could think about was getting inside of you.” His eyes are remorseful, almost as if he feels like he's betrayed me.

I place my hand on his cheek and lock my gaze with his. “You make me crazy, too. And I've never been
with anyone
without a condom—even my ex. I can't believe you can get me so worked up that all rational thought just leaves the building.” I grin at him and rub my nose against his. “So uh…how about we get back to the crazy…
you're still inside of me
…and
I'm still wet
…so please…
please
keep fucking me.”

Trent lets out a rough growl as he slowly pulls out a few inches and then slams back inside of me, my back roughly hitting the elevator wall. And with that, my hands are all over him again, grasping every inch of his muscular body as he kisses up and down my neck. His breath is hot in my ear, causing delicious shivers up my spine.

Oh god yes.

Deeper. Harder.

Trent's large hands tightly clutching my ass as he continues to push inside of me, getting back that lusciously perfect rhythm. Each thrust brings me closer to climax. Each thrust has me moaning and panting and nearly screaming his name. My breathing is embarrassingly loud and echoing throughout the small elevator cart.

"Trent! Yes! Oh yes! Right there! Oh my god, right there!" I moan out with a raspy voice. My lips are pressed against his shoulder and I fight my urge to scream by roughly biting him through his shirt. My hands are tightly clasping his neck and I'm scratching my nails down his back from the intense feeling of his cock filling me to the hilt. He's stretching me, filling me, urging me closer with each thick penetration.

"Better than I could have ever imagined. Being inside of you, feeling you scratch your nails down my back and tremble in my arms is the best fucking thing I've ever experienced," Trent groans into my neck before using his teeth to pull down my shirt past my bra then doing that same sexy move to slide my bra down past my breast, exposing my pebbled nipple to his lustful eyes. He slides the flat part of his tongue across my nipple, swirling the tip. Around and around… My full breast fills his mouth, his tongue working me over.

My hips jerk involuntarily, and I'm whimpering into his neck as Trent sucks me hard into his mouth and proceeds to drive himself in and out of me at a feverish pace.

A devastating pace
.

A pace that has me screaming his name. He quiets me by bringing his lips back to mine and nipping my lip with his teeth. I roughly suck his tongue into my mouth at the same rhythm that his shaft is moving in and out of my sex. I'm so wet, so pleasurably wet. My arousal is dripping down his balls as he continues to slam into me, his sac smacking against my ass.

The sound of skin against skin fills the small space. The scents of Trent and me, sex, and sweat fill my nose as I try to breathe in deeply. I'm trying like hell to hold back my impending orgasm, to prolong this intoxicating moment. My climax is so close; I'm nearly falling over that bliss-filled abyss toward that beautiful moment when your orgasm takes control. The moment when you're shuddering and trembling and you can't form coherent thought. When your eyes roll back and your lips part as screams of desire escape your throat.

I can feel the delightful tingles starting from deep within and working upwards toward my spine. I clench tightly around Trent and he brings his eyes to mine, looking deep, so deep, like he's claiming my soul with just one look.

He owns me. He fucking owns me
.

"You fucking own me. God, I'm so close, Trent. I don't want to come yet," I rasp with desire.

"You're mine. Don't hold back, Ellie. Come for me. Let me feel that sweet pussy clench around my cock and your cum dripping down my thighs. Let me hear you, baby," Trent says into my lips.

My eyes involuntarily close as my head falls back against the elevator wall.

"
Open
. Keep them open. Let me see you. Let me see how beautiful you look when I'm making you come."

I open my eyes and stare into Trent's as my orgasm washes over me. My lips are parted, breasts heaving up and down, as I pant through each euphoric wave of passion that rolls through me. Trent's eyes are locked on mine as he fills me deeper and deeper, pushing my orgasm past the brink of control, urging my mouth to scream out his name.

"Trent! Yes!" I'm yelling out incomprehensible things as Trent slides his thumb down my stomach and starts to rub smooth circles around my clit. He crashes his lips to mine as he prolongs my climax with each thrust, each soft circle on my clit, and each lick of his tongue inside my mouth.

Whatever I imagined sex with Trent would be like for the first time is not even close to the kind of un-fucking-believable type of experience he is giving me right now. I have never been ravaged and fucked so perfectly by any man before, and yet, somehow, Trent manages to do this while still making love to me. Because that is what Trent Hamilton is doing to me right now. He is fucking and making love to me.

Fucking making love to me.
Making fucking love to me
.

You get the idea.

Trent stills inside of me and he is still hard as steel. He has yet to come and slowly sets me down on my feet and adjusts my skirt before tucking his still-hard cock into his pants. I'm looking at him curiously as he gets the elevator to start moving again and we reach his floor.

"Don't look at me like that, sweetheart. We've got a long night ahead of us. A
long
night that includes us naked and my cock, buried deep inside of you for
hours.”
Trent looks at me seductively before wrapping his arm around my waist, leading me out of the elevator and toward his apartment.

I can't help but giggle a little at the giant tent he has on display. I could use his cock for a coat rack right now.

"You think this is funny?" He glances down at his crotch before opening his apartment door with his keys.

"I'm finding your situation extremely funny. I think I could hang my purse from that thing."

And with that, I attempt to dangle my purse from Trent's ever-apparent erection. He laughs a little as he steps back from me before swiftly spanking my ass.

"Hey!" I yelp. The sting of his hand on my ass has my vagina already dripping with need. My snatch is nearly creaming herself at the thought of Trent's hard cock thrusting vigorously. My inner sex-goddess does a little happy dance of excitement because she knows that tonight…
It's fucking on.

"Get that sexy ass naked and lying spread-eagle on my bed. I'm starving and I know just what's on the menu." He winks at me before spanking my ass again, and I pick up the pace to his room. I'm good at following orders, especially when my pussy is on the to-be-eaten menu.

And tonight, my pussy is the appetizer, entree, and dessert.

 

 

 

Chapter Twenty

 

“When you say 'Let's christen the kitchen,' my only response will be, 'Where shall we start? Appliances?Counter tops? The kitchen table?'”

 

My eyelids flutter at the feel of warm sunlight across my face. I feel someone let out a sigh of contentment next to me as he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my back against his chest. I inwardly beam as memories of last night flash through my mind. Trent and I spent hours getting acquainted with each other. He turned me inside out with the most incredible sex I've ever experienced. His mouth and tongue found their way to every single part of my lust-filled body, and he showed me that he is not only skilled in the OR. Trent Hamilton's mouth has the ability to bring me to several orgasms in record time. I'm not sure how he acquired his mad oral skills, but I should probably send a thank-you card to someone, because seriously, Trent Hamilton is incredible. And as far as the sex goes, he deserves a lifetime supply of blow jobs for the dicking he gave me last night.

“Are you awake, Ellie girl?” Trent whispers sleepily in my ear and then kisses my neck tenderly with his full, soft lips.

“Mmmmmm,” I moan quietly. The feel of his lips on one of my most sensitive erogenous zones has me craving more of his touch.

“Is that a '
Yes I'm awake, Trent, so please keep kissing on me'
?” He leans up and puts his chin on my shoulder, gently rubbing his lips against my bare skin.

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