“Ahh, Gideon!” He rocks slowly, riding out my orgasm with his thick dick slipped just inside me and when he feels my body start to relax once more he thrusts deep inside me, pressing his lips firmly to mine. He kisses me forcefully and as I kiss back he slides himself out of me, the tip of his cock once more pressed against my opening.
“Mmm, you feel so good around my cock when you cum,” he slides forward and in one fluid motion his cock is deep inside me again and I can feel every inch inside my aching pussy. “Tell me you want me to cum for you, Melissa. Tell me how bad you want it.” He presses his bare skin against mine as he drives that thick member deeper.
“Ahh, I want you to cum inside me, Gideon. Fill me with your sticky cum, make me cum again.” As I say these words his teeth bear down on his bottom lip and his pace picks up, rocking me quickly, driving his cock home, his head back and his eyes closed. My breasts bounce with every thrust and I feel ripples of pleasure passing through me with each thrust. “Mmm, just like that, Gideon. Cum for me!” His hands grab my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers and with one hard thrust I feel him begin to jerk inside me. He lets out a gasp and a sigh of relief as the final jet of his seed flows inside me and then his body stills, my hard nipples still between his fingers, his throbbing cock still inside me. He opens his eyes, giving me a breathless smile and sliding his still throbbing cock from inside me. Sticky strands of his cum join us together before he rolls on to his side still panting.
“Fuck…” His body is shaking and his breaths are fast and shallow. He rests his hand on my stomach and leans over to kiss me before lying on his back, still panting for air.
Chapter Twenty Four
The silence begins to build as the two of us lie there, sweaty, breathless and naked. I try so hard to think of something to say, but what is there to say? What could there possibly be to say? I’d fallen in to the trap once more, baited in by his thick cock and a gorgeous smile. Once again I’ve gone against my decision to sever all ties and let him seduce me. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t cut this man out of my life. To be honest I don’t even know if I truly want to cut him out of my life.
“Gideon?”
“Hmm?” His breath has begun to slow.
“Why did you pick me?” I hear his head turn to look at me but I can’t bring myself to look back.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why me? I know I look just like your wife, it’s perfectly obvious to me that I’m her understudy but…” I lower my voice, “I just can’t understand why?” Gideon sighs, a long drawn out sigh, the sigh of someone who is about to tell you their biggest secret.
“It’s complicated” I turn my face to his, my brow furrowed.
“I need to know, Gideon. I need to understand.” He turns his face away from me now, his eyes fixing on an imaginary spot on the ceiling.
“You do look just like her, enough to pass as her…”
“But, why? Is she dead?” I want so much to ask if he killed her, if I’ve let myself fall for a murderer, but I restrain myself.
“No, I wish she was.” Gideon sighs again and we lay in silence for a few more minutes. I want more information but I don’t want to push him so hard that he clams up again. “We’d been married five years when she left.” Why had it never dawned on me that his wife had left him? Why had my mind gone straight to murder and not even considered that his wife had simply left?
“Where did she go?” I turn my head back to the ceiling, giving him the anonymity to tell his story.
“Hollywood.” I wait in silence for more information, taking each tidbit he provided me, piecing it together. “She always wanted to be an actress; the life of a corporate wife wasn’t what she wanted. I always told her that she could be anything she wanted…unfortunately for me that ended up being another guy’s girlfriend.” Things start to fall in to place and slowly the picture becomes clearer to me. “Three years ago she walked out, left me for some Hollywood director who promised to make all her dreams come true. The irony of it is that they met at a benefit I threw for his film company. A documentary they wanted funded… well, I ended up funding his film and he ended up taking my wife.” I reach my hand across the sheets slowly, feeling for his fingers and taking them in mine. I give his hand a reassuring squeeze. “There’s a level beyond humiliation when you promote the guy who takes your wife from you. I did everything I could to stop anyone from finding out that she’d left.”