I did. Ready to take her deeper, I shoved my cock back in as far it could go. A long sigh replaced the wince.
“How do you feel?” I asked, still worried about her well-being as I slid it back down again.
“So good. Please do it again, my king.”
A relieved smile curled up my lips. “Princess, I’m going to fuck your sweet ass now. We’re going to start out slowly and then I’m going to take you to the moon. If it gets too much for you, let me know.”
“Okay.”
“Now hold on. We’re ready to rock ’n roll.”
Within a few moments, I was pumping her backdoor at a steady, even keel. Sexy little whimpers clogged her throat as she began to buck her hips to meet my thrusts, her soft cheeks meeting the slap of my balls. Holy Jesus. She was a natural at this. It was time to pick up the pace. Going at it fast and furiously, I didn’t think my cock was going to last very long. But I wanted us to come together so I moved one hand to her clit and began to vigorously rub it like I was whipping up a batter. She was dripping wet with desperation, her arousal equal to mine. Ragged pants filled the room.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she began to shriek.
My favorite little word that was leading to something so big. And so beautiful. On my next deep thrust, I grunted and we both imploded, my release so plentiful it spilled down her inner thighs. Clutching her, I collapsed onto her back with a groan.
The sound of my own groan brought me out of my fantasy and I realized I’d made myself come while fantasizing fucking Olive in the ass. Relief gave way to alarm as a loud wail filled my ears. My heart pounded with dread. Had something happened to my beloved Olive? Turning off the water, I hopped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around my torso as I did. The wail grew louder. Panic gripped me by the balls.
Please, God. No!!!!
“Princess, what’s the matter? Are you okay?” Olive was standing in the hallway, tears storming down her face. The lovely multi-color flowers she had picked were strewn all over the floor.
“How could you?” she sobbed out.
I blinked my eyes several times, trying to comprehend what she was talking about. Was she upset I took a shower without her and secretly jerked off?
“Do what?” I asked, adjusting the towel around my hips.
“You lied to me!”
“What are you talking about, Olive?”
I tried to take her into my arms, but she resisted, pushing me away.
“Don’t touch me, you two timing creep. I should have never trusted you.”
Confusion and desperation ate away at me. “Please, Olive. I don’t understand. I love you. You’re the only one.”
“Really?” she flung the word at me through her tears.
I couldn’t take her crying like this; it was killing me. And what was worse, I didn’t know how to stop the tears because I didn’t know why she was so upset.
“Olive, talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”
“You live with someone.”
“What!?”
On the next blink of my eyes, she stepped back and swung open the door she was standing next to.
Oh, Jesus. A walk-in closet full of magnificent women’s dresses, handbags, shoes, and silk lingerie turned my eyes into saucers. I slapped my palm to my forehead and sucked in a deep breath.
“Ol—” She didn’t give me a chance to say her name.
“I’m leaving and I don’t want to be your assistant. I quit.”
Before she could stalk off, I captured her wrist and clutched it firmly.
“Let go of me!” she cried out, futilely trying to break free of my grip. She was no match for my strength.
“Olive, please,” I pleaded. “I can explain.”
Her misty eyes met mine. Her lips quivered. A series of endless sniffles accompanied her heaves. She didn’t realize that what I was about to tell her was going to crack my heart in half. But I was glad she was open to hearing what I had to say. Giving me a chance. That made it a little easier. It had been a very long time since this closet door had been opened. I sucked in another deep breath.
“Olive, these are my mother’s clothes and accessories.”
“Your mother’s?” she said softly, her voice laced with surprise.
“Yes. After she died, I gave away most of her possessions, but I couldn’t bring myself to dispose of her treasured collection of vintage dresses, accessories, and shoes.”
“They’re