Denise was pushed up against the cold, humid wall by Mike, who lifted her by her thighs as he kissed her passionately before thrusting into her. "Ahhhh, ahhhhhh," her moans were muffled by his mouth.
As he took his time with her, the water slipped on both of them.
"Look at me, love always looked at me how I'm going to f*ck you so hard and deeper," he ordered as he whispered at her, and she fluttered her eyes open slowly her chest heaving. She really love what he was doing to her body. She loves the sensation the electrified through her body.
"Ahhh, M-Mike... ahhh keep doing that ahhh," she moaned as she bit her lower lip because of the pleasure washed over her. Denise then squeezed around him, causing him to grab her neck and deepen the kiss.
"F*ck, you're so beautiful," he whispered to her. She sank her teeth into his shoulder as she felt him lift her, lining up his hips so she could feel him even more deeply than before.
He pounded her back against the shower wall, looking into her eyes as she arched her back.
He was panting lightly, but that didn't slow him down. When he arrived, he pressed Denise against him, not bothering to remove himself from her, and turned off the shower.
She lightly bounced on top of him with each step he took, causing her to let out soft moans that had her toes curling.
"You feel so good right now, love," he grinned at her as she blushed in his presence before settling them both on the bed. "Keep riding me, love," he said.
She gripped his neck before pressing her hips against his. She met every one of his thrusts while doing all of the work.
Denise relished the opportunity to please him. It made her proud to know she could make a man like Mike feel that way.
"F*ck, Denise, don't stop," he grumbled, thrusting his fingers into her thighs.
Before he managed to push her off of him, she could feel him spasm inside of her.
Denise appeared perplexed, but he laid back, and as the realization dawned on her, she made an 'aaaaa' form with her mouth.
She managed to climb over him, snatching him in her hands and lightly pumping him. He'd already gotten his hand twisted up in her hair and tried to push her head down onto him.
She sucked the tip, teasing him slightly, but Mike was impatient and pushed her down, forcing her to take in all of him.
He f*cked her mouth slightly before slamming his hands down on the bed beside him, causing her to screech.
She felt him pour his seed into her mouth, so the vibration must have been too strong.
She yanked him out of her mouth, kissing the tip of his nose before climbing up to him and pecking his lips.
"You need to get ready now, love, but wait for me to leave, or we will never leave this room and we'll going the f*ck her until tomorrow," he said as Denise flushed before Mike calmly walked into the bathroom. He dressed and walked out with his suit in his bag, kissing her goodbye before she stepped into the shower.
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Samantha was in her room ten hours later, assisting Denise with her hair and makeup because she wanted to ensure that everything was perfect.
"You look stunning, Denise; it's just a dinner date, but it looks like a wedding day; Mike is going to fall madly in love with you," Samantha joked as Denise blushed.
Denise smiled as she picked up the small gift she had prepared in a wrapped box. She also got him a small card. She intended to give it to Samantha until she could give it to Mike.
Denise turned down the corridor when she felt a blinding pain in the back of her head.
She stumbled to the floor, the gift slipping from her grasp as she noticed Samantha already unconscious.
Her vision blurred, but she managed to turn around and look behind her to see what had happened.
She noticed a blurry reflection moving closer to her. Bumpy hands grabbed her and lifted her over the shoulder of someone.
"Wait wh... where are you trying to take me?" she mumbled, her head thumping in pain.
The man brushed aside her inquiry and threw her over their shoulder. She didn't want to get into a fight. Not any longer; she had to put her baby ahead of herself; they were her top priority now.
Her eyes welled up with tears as she noticed herself walking away from the doors she was supposed to enter for their special dinner date.
"Whoever you are, please let me go," she pleaded, but the man didn't even bother to listen to her.
"Mike... please come out and help me," she pleaded. However, no one ever did. As she felt the cool air from outside hit her body, she let a tear fall down her cheek.
The man has yet to speak to her. She was perplexed as to how they had gotten so easily into Mike's island.
He threw her into the back of what she mistook for a private helicopter.
"Who are you, and show me your face, you scumbag," she yelled as he started closing the doors.
"Please, someone help me!!" she screamed, hoping Mike would hear her before the man in front of her gave her a cynical smile and motioned to someone.
She heard heavy footsteps approaching and braced herself for what was about to happen.
The footsteps ceased. Denise was the first to notice her heels. Her gaze hesitantly trailed up her body con gown to her perfect frame.
She climbed even higher to see a curled up into a sadistic smirk.
Her heart sank to her stomach. She resisted the urge to vomit as she saw her in front of her.
"How are you b*tch?" a woman's voice said as she looked up at her. Denise's eyes widened when she recognized her.
"Claire??"