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“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 you 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 pe
eled 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.
