I cried out loudly when he screwed three thick and long fingers upwards inside of my trembling love hole. His fingers stretched and filled me all the way up inside. When he began thrusting his fingers in and out of me, I cried out his name as I felt my climax fast approaching. His fingers stimulated my pussy walls before ramming hard against my pleasure spot. The faster he thrusted his fingers, the louder I moaned and cried out his name. “Do you want me to make you cum, Dahlia?” Bradon asked knowingly. The pleasure became so overwhelming that it felt like I was about to lose my mind. It was a miracle that I could still stay standing as my pussy clenched hard around the fingers that he had embedded inside of me. “Please. Please make me cum,” I begged him shamelessly as desire fogged up my mind and clouded my judgment. “Good girl. You should have just begged for it right from the beginning,” he said while sounding extremely satisfied. Bradon did not waste time in pounding his finge
Instead of fulfilling my wishes right away, Bradon took great pleasure in teasing me with his slow and deliberate strokes. I stood up on my tiptoe as he held my other leg upwards as I began losing myself in the pleasure of our union. “Your pussy is squeezing my cock so tightly, do you want more?” He asked in a seductive whisper. I felt so desperate for more of his loving that all I could do was nod my head in response. Bradon chuckled softly in my ear as he reached his hand under my ass to better support my body and position my opening where he wanted it. That was a sure sign that he was about to get serious in pounding me and I couldn't wish for it to be any other way between us. I brace myself for the impact of his wild loving as Bradon slowly reared his hips back until almost the entire length of his cock had exited my body. He groaned my name like an animal in heat as he screwed his thick manhood all the way back into my wet tunnel in a single thrust that made me cry out his nam
Dawn seemed to have just broken when I woke up. Surprisingly, Brandon was still sound asleep next to me on the bed. I had expected that I would wake up alone to find that he had already left. While taking extra care not to wake him, I got out of bed despite not having a clear destination of where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do. I honestly felt very troubled although I didn't want to admit it even to myself. My body felt heavy slightly from the strenuous exercise that Bradon had put me through the night before, but there was also a sense of fatigue in my mind that probably came from excessive worry and stress. I truly wish that I had slept soundly and deeply; however, the truth was that I had quite a disturbing dream last night. Homewrecker! Homewrecker! Homewrecker! I could still hear the sound of their accusing chant even when I was sleeping. What bothered me wasn't their harsh words, but their hostile bloodlust that seemed to threaten to tear me into a hundred pieces or unt
“What's wrong?” I asked as I cocked my head slightly to the side while I kept my eyes on his face.“I'm the one who should be asking you that and not the other way around. What's wrong, Dahlia?” He asked with true concern in his voice. Perhaps it was because I wasn't used to having someone worrying about me apart from my sister that I suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotions as if a floodgate that had been locked up inside of me had started to slowly open up. “I'm fine…” I replied, although I had to say that I didn't sound so convincing or sure of myself. “Don't let their words bother you…” Bradon advised as if he could see through me. That was what I had always been telling myself all along. I told myself that if I let people's words bother me and get to me, I would always be the victim and it would end up breaking me and driving me crazy. Despite that, I had to say that sometimes it became difficult especially when I came face to face with those people and when I heard those accu
I tried to tell myself that that added to the excitement, although I knew that it was just me trying to be too optimistic about everything to stay sane. “I know exactly how you can help me. What about deciding that Diana has to go off on holiday or something for a couple of months?” I asked before I grinned at him. Honestly, I didn't think that he would agree to my outrageous idea, but it didn't seem like it would hurt to give it a try.“If I allowed that, then what are you going to do? Are you going to move in with the king at the palace?” He asked coldly.Of course, that wasn’t what I had in mind. All I wanted was to stop acting as Diana for a while so that I could focus on being myself and helping out Desmond with his plan when it counted the most. However, I could already tell that my suggestion must have sounded very ridiculous to Bradon and that it must be impossible for him to agree to. “What do you want me to do?” I asked as I stared directly into his eyes.Braddon stared b
I stared at the calm and accepting expression on his face before I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you really okay with this?” I asked suspiciously. “I guess we have to do what we have to do. What I think doesn't matter,” he replied too casually. I pursed my lips together before rolling my eyes upwards towards the ceiling. “You do realize that if we get this busy, then I won't have time to do any work with the King,” I reminded him pointedly. He's not doing this intentionally to keep me from spending time with Desmond, is he? “You were the one who said that you would somehow manage both of your roles without letting your plan with Desmond impact our arrangement,” Bradon reminded me all too quickly. I bit down on my lower lip as I hated to admit that he was right. However, when I made that promise, I had never imagined that my workload as Diana would literally take up all of my waking hours for every single day of the week. “You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?” I said accus
It would also be a matter of time until Desmond summoned me to help him out. Everyone was itching to know about my relationship with the new king and I was sure that Desmond was silent for now all for the sake of building up the anticipation. When everyone is curious and everyone goes crazy about gossip related to us, we would appear in public to debut our rekindled romantic relationship.“I'm exhausted…” I complained as I threw my handbag down onto the sofa before collapsing on it. Bradon shrugged off his suit and loosened his tie before sitting down next to me. He turned to offer me a smile before he began patting my back as if to console me. “If next week's schedule looks anything like this, it's going to end up killing me,” I complained bitterly. I hoped that Bradon would take my warning seriously and work out our schedule with Anthony's team. There was no way that we could be that busy with events, given that Anthony had work to do at the company as well and I also knew that B
Although most of the events dragged on into the night, fortunately there was a day when the event ended early in the evening. Based on our agreement, that meant that there should be no issue if I were to take off right after the end of that event. When I told Desmond about my free schedule, he had no issues in finding an evening celebration event for the two of us to make our public appearance together.“I thought that this was supposed to be some sort of event that we needed to attend together?” I asked as I felt slightly upset and betrayed. “This is a special dinner date. I don't think that it's wrong to call this an event or unusual for this to appear in our calendars,” Bradon replied casually.The event that was supposed to end early in the evening that was placed in our calendars turned out to be a private dinner between Bradon and myself and nothing more.“Listen, we've been spending all our waking hours together already attending all those planned events. Don't you think that