And yet you’re still empty inside. Everything looks pretty damn lonely.
He was going to spend the weekend with her and then make up his mind. Stringing her along wasn’t his intention. When they were forced to spend more time together with no chance of getting away he’d have an idea of how long the affair would last.
Julian liked his plan. Most of the women he’d dated hadn’t lasted long enough after he’d taken them away. Heather had joined him on business trips, but they were a lot different from socially going together as a couple.
He’d booked a place where no press or work associate would find them. All the angles were covered.
Chapter Twelve
Heather gazed out at the setting sun. Work had been hard knowing she’d spend the rest of the weekend uninterrupted with Julian. He’d collected her suitcases, storing them in the boot of his car. For the whole day he refused to give her any clues as to where they were going.
They left the building separately, and he picked her up at a café down the street. From there he’d driven them to the airport only for them to get off and go on a boat. A man had then taken the boat to a deserted island. It was a holiday resort for the extremely wealthy. Only Julian had booked the whole island for the weekend for himself.
“How rich are you?” she asked.
“Rich enough to have you all by myself.” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’ve got you all to myself, Heather. For the whole weekend your ass is mine.”
She knew he’d become fascinated with her ass. A smile tugged at her lips at the promise the weekend would bring.
“Well, Mr. Goff. You’ve got your sex slave here. What are you going to do with her?”
“Take off your clothes.” He nibbled her ear. She spun in his arms, wrapping them around his neck.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to waste a moment of our time together, Heather. While we’re here you’ll do as the boss says, and the boss says take off your clothes.”
She shivered from his authoritative tone. There was something about a man who took charge. Julian oozed everything she loved in a man.
Heather pulled away from him and then began to unbutton her blouse.
“I’m not going to lie to you, baby. I’m going to f**k you hard this weekend. That cunt and ass are mine.”
She’d come to terms with anal sex. When she had time alone she’d read several books and watched clips online. She was intrigued.
“Come and get it,” she said, throwing down the challenge.
Julian grabbed her blouse and tore it in two. Buttons sprayed everywhere. She laughed, pulling at his own shirt. They tore at their clothes. Heather was desperate to feel him against her body. One night away from him had felt like too damn long to her. She needed him closer, their na**d flesh touching.
She cupped his face going on her toes to kiss him. They both moaned as their lips touched. Julian captured her close pulling her back. She knew where he was going. There were no stairs. He was leading her down to his bedroom.
A trail of clothes followed them. She yanked at his belt. He ripped her skirt off her body. Their lips bit and kissed each part of their body. The door to the bedroom was slammed open, and they were naked.
He sank his fingers into her hair while his other hand gripped her ass cheek. She moaned sucking his lip into her mouth.
“I want you so f**king bad. What have you done to me?” he asked. Their breaths were coming in pants.
“I’ve done nothing. I feel it, too.” She sank to her knees in front of him. Heather pumped the flesh of his cock. She covered the head with her mouth, sucking the pr**cum then bobbing her head as she took more of him in her mouth.
“Your mouth is so f**king hot.”
She noticed he liked using the F-word when he was around her. His lack of control was addictive. He grabbed her hair in his fist, forcing her to take more of his c**k inside her mouth. She moaned, loving his control over her.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock. Take it deep.” He pushed deeper inside her.
Heather cupped his bollocks in her hands licking his cock. She wanted him to explode.
He pulled her away, lifting her up. She followed him up. The pressure he’d placed on her hair was nothing compared to the pressure she wanted between her thighs.
They fell to the bed together. He reached for a condom, ripping the foil packet with his teeth, then sliding the latex over his length. In the next instant he was inside her, his length pressing deep against her cervix. She cried out, and the sound vibrated between them.
“Watch me f**k you.” Julian pulled the pillows beneath her hips, propping her up so she would be able to watch.
Heather watched his c**k sink inside her pu**y. The condom covered with her copious amounts of cum. She was so turned on by what she was seeing. He grabbed her hands slamming his c**k inside her. They gripped each other, f**king their bodies together.
“Fuck, look at your juicy pu**y take me in. You want this, don’t you? You love f**king the boss.”
“Yes,” she screamed.
There were no words for her to describe what was happening to her body.
“I’m not going to last.” He gave a growl, letting go of her hands to finger her clit. She felt on the brink of orgasm constantly around him. There was no way for her to stop this feeling. She wanted him that badly.
Julian licked her cum off his finger then went back for more.
“Come for me, baby. Let me hear it. You know how I love to hear you yell my name.” He used two fingers on her delicate clit, his touch relentless against her. “I love f**king you. You’re all mine.” He slammed inside her with each word.
Heather loved it when he talked dirty to her.
“Julian!” She yelled his name as she came apart. He f**ked her harder until his c**k pulsed inside her. The condom filled with his sperm. She didn’t know why he used the condom. He spent most of his time forgetting them with her.
He collapsed on top of her, taking her farther up the bed.
“I could f**k you forever. There is nowhere else I’d rather be,” he said. She rubbed his damp hair off his head.
“I’m here ‘til you’ve had enough.” She stroked his hair. His breath was on her ni**les. He got up on his arms staring down at her.
“Do you love me?” he asked.
She bit her lip. “Don’t make me answer that,” she said after a few silent minutes. Heather stared past his shoulder unable to think about the hurt inside her chest. She didn’t want their time to be ruined by her admission.