Uncontrollable Tempration

Truth was, I can’t cook to save my life!

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Sophia Parker

I lay on the massive bed grinning like an idiot while he prepared some food.

I had never felt sheets as comfortable and soft as the ones I laid on right now, plus they smell exactly like him. This was probably his bedroom where he slept every night, and I was currently in it! I don’t know why but that made me so excited.

I hadn’t even had the time to look around the place properly. Everything was white and black, very simple and minimalistic. It was only the roof that had an exaggerated design at the corners. The whole place was scanty, lacking some furniture and decorations but it still looked expensive.

I wrapped the sheets around me and stood up, wanting to see more of the place. I found a huge walk-in closet where thousands of suits lined up in all black. Wow! What was the point of having so many of the same thing?!

I discovered where the bathroom was and did a quick routine. There was a grand shower and a luxurious jacuzzi in it. Everything about the place was just fancy.

I walked back into the room and spotted a huge shelf at the corner with many drawers. One by one I opened each from the bottom to the top. I felt like it was a bit too nosy of me but I could help myself. I wasn’t particularly looking for anything either. I just wanted to see every detail of his room. Most of them were just files and important things anyway but there was something that caught my eye.

It was a picture, of a group of people. I recognized one to be Mr Wilson himself, but he looked a lot younger. He stood between two elderly people which he resembled so much… his parents. There was also a little girl on the side, he was holding her close to him. This was his family.

I knew he definitely had one but I had never met them. What I didn’t know was that he had a sister. I was shocked at the very least. Asides from work, how much did I actually know about this man? A man I had just slept with, whom I wasn’t even in a relationship with!

Oh God!

I tried to stay positive and not think about the implications of us sleeping together. Mr Wilson was no stranger. I just need to find out more about him. But how would I do that when I’ve quit and I’m leaving tomorrow? He doesn’t even know that I’m leaving and I don’t know whether or not I should tell him.

Sophia you idiot! You were just supposed to come here and get your documents signed, not sleep with him and complicate matters!

I should have resisted his charms but how could I after he pleaded like that? It was the most persuasive thing ever. And a part of me had been wanting him terribly for so long that I couldn’t just resist. Now the whole thing is a mess. Where would this whole thing go from here after I leave?

I shook my head as I put the picture back in the drawer and closed it. I wouldn’t worry about tomorrow and just enjoy myself for now. I had already given him my v-card so I might as well just go all-in and take all the pleasures he was willing to offer.

Speaking of which, he was amazing. What we just did… was probably one of the greatest pleasures I’ve ever had in my lifetime. It was my first time of feeling that way and I was glad that it was with him.

It hurt just a bit at first, but just like he said, I was addicted… already looking forward to an encore.

The door opened and Mr Wilson walked in with a large white tray, filled with different kinds of… FRUIT! I almost laughed.

“I thought you said you could cook?” I tried to hold myself together, a laugh threatening to erupt.

“Well, I can’t. This was the best thing I could do.” He said defeatedly.

I honestly didn’t mind. It was cute enough that he made an effort. Anything was good right now.

“It’s fine.” I said. I walked to the bed and sat down. He sat next to me, placing the tray between us. “This looks artsy.” He had tried to arrange them in a fancy way.

The tray contained two bowls of different fruits cut up into little cubes. There were pineapples, watermelons, apples, strawberries and some banana slices.

“Let me feed you.” He said.

“No way!” I protested.

“Any why not? You’ve fed me twice before.”

“Yes, that’s because you were not capable of doing so yourself. I can eat very much by myself thank you.”

“No, it’s my turn now.” He forked a pineapple and brought it to my lips. There was no other cutlery so it was either I ate from him or with my hands. “Open up!”

I glared at him before I finally opened and allowed the little cube in my mouth.

“Do I get to feed you too?”

“You can do whatever you want with me my love.”

We both fed the pieces to each other until it was finished and all gone.

“Come here.” He grabbed me by my waist after he set the tray down on the nightstand. He lay back on the bed with me on top of him. “Kiss me.”

I kissed him with everything I had. My hands rumpled his hair as I hungrily devoured him. He let out a painful grunt as his hands cupped my butt. I ground against him and I could feel him, the only thing separating us was the covers around me and the shorts he now wore.

I peeled of the covers, wanting him to feel more of me. Now naked, I mounted him and kissed him till I had no air left in me. I’ve never been so wanton before but now that I’ve been with him, there was no more resistance.

“Oh god Sophia, give me a second.” He said roughly before he pulled away to sit at the side of the bed. I caressed his broad shoulders with my hands, rubbing them up and down his delicious body as he removed his shorts and put on protection.

In a matter of seconds, he pulled me over him and I yelped in surprise as I wasn’t expecting that. I was now straddling him as he sat on the bed, his crotch in contact with mine. The feeling making me unable to think straight. The only thing on my mind was him being inside of me as soon as possible.

“Hold on to me love.” He said and I put my arms around his neck.

Slowly he lifted my hips up and brought me down on his-

“Ohhh god!” I cried out in sweet bliss.

He was inside of me for only a split second before he withdrew and plunged into me again, this time with more strength and precision. He repeated this move and I could feel myself tearing up from the insane amount of ecstasy I was feeling.

I rolled my hips to meet his and soon I got the hang of everything and started riding him.

“Uhhh… Adam… Yes…” I moaned each time he drove into me.

His eyes were fixed on my chest as my breasts bounced from each movement. He watched in fascination as they moved up and down before he made a low groan and captured one in his lips.

“Uhhh… that feels… so good…” I urged him on. He sucked them deep into his mouth making me tremble. His teeth grazed my nipple, the feeling was agonizing and sweet at the same time, I only wanted more.

“Oh Mr Wilson please!” I begged him to take me to that same pleasure point I had been with him earlier.

He guided my hips towards his ferociously and the pressure inside of me started to build, my whole body twitching helplessly from every stroke. Before I knew it, I began to see stars. I was panting and whimpering and moaning and crying and chanting “Yes yes yes” over and over.

“C*m for me Sophia.” I faintly heard him say.

I don’t know what he meant by that but for a split second I couldn’t breathe- or see- then suddenly something inside me caught fire, shooting sparks all through my body before it exploded. I screamed as the feeling washed over me.

“Yes, that’s it my love.” He said as his own body shook too.

When everything had subsided, he rested his forehead against mine as we both recovered. I was so weak that I had to clutch his shoulders for support.

He laid us down on the bed and tucked our bodies under the covers. This time I was so tired that I just clung to him.

“Sophia.” He said.

I looked up to see him deeply staring into my eyes.

“Please don’t ever leave me.” He pleaded. “I won’t be able to live with myself.” He kissed me before hugging me close to him.

My heart pounded in my chest. All I could feel was guilt because I was doing the exact thing to him tomorrow. If I tell him, I don’t know what his reaction would be like. He may probably convince me to stay or he will go with me. And I can’t have any of that. But if I leave without telling him, that would definitely hurt him.

I was torn between two decisions. Anytime I’m faced with a situation like this, I always follow my mind because the heart can be misleading sometimes.

I would tell him, but that would be when I was already long gone…