Chapter 506 Another Spot
Michael pressed himself up against my body. His heartbeat was thumping wildly against mine through his scalding hot skin. Before I was able to find my footing, he pounced on me like a rabid wolf.
Due to the spatial restrictions of the bathroom, he was direct in his urgency by taking charge instead of exploring new positions as we would have done in bed.
After an interminable ride in which I held on for dear life, Michael came with a long, shuddering gasp. Though he had managed to catch his breath sufficiently to straighten up after several seconds, I was physically incapable of doing the same. After receiving the urgent thrusting of his hips with the force of a battering ram over and over again, I was left with barely enough energy to even hold my head up.
“We’ve only done it once!” Michael exclaimed in disapproval. “What happened to show me a good time tonight?”
Lifting me in his arms, his eyes glinted with amusement at the sight of my blushing cheeks pressed meekly against his muscled chest.
A sense of foreboding came over me at his words.
“Didn’t you already come?” I groaned, fearing the worst.
“One round isn’t going to do anything to appease me. You know my appetite better than anybody else.”
Michael’s lips twitched in an attempt to contain his smile. We were already on the way out of the bathroom as he spoke.
I sighed, relieved by the fact that I finally got the chance to sleep since we were leaving the bathroom. Seconds later, I realized that I had overestimated him again.
As soon as Michael placed me on the bed, his hands immediately commenced their caresses.
“It’s late, Michael,” I pleaded, concerned about not being able to make it to work if Michael kept up his relentless torment. “We should get some sleep.”
“I am just getting started,” he proclaimed domineeringly as he threw aside the hand I put out to stop him. “Isn’t it a waste to be calling it a night so early?”
At the sight of the cruel smile on his lips becoming more pronounced, I resigned myself to my fate.
Whenever he was in that mood, Michael became insatiable. I kicked myself for making him the promise to help him relax. What I should have done was keep up the pretense of a foul mood and let him simmer for another day or two.
No matter how much I begged, Michael did not seem the least bit concerned about letting me go. I had a feeling that it was going to be a very long night.
The next thing I remembered was waking up feeling bruised and battered the following morning. I did not actually remain awake throughout the entire duration of my torment the night before. The last thing I recalled was allowing the full force of his carnality to consume me whole as I passed out.
In an effort to sit up, I winced from the pain between my thighs. I shuddered to imagine how roughly I had been used.
Despite being no prude, I had to applaud his ability to leave me a crumpled heap. The source of his libido remained a marvel to me.
In contrast to his characteristically respectful and quiet demeanor, he became a tireless stallion as soon as we got in bed or the bathroom.
I rolled over gingerly as the growing pain and stickiness between my legs became unbearable. In my intense discomfort, I cursed Michael and my own idiotic generosity.
I lay in bed for a long time. As the ticking seconds grew to minutes, I realized that I was going to be late to work if I did not get a move on. After an intense internal debate, I forced myself to my feet and took a shower before heading downstairs.
