I come out of the bathroom, and I see Elva naked sitting on the bed and smoking.

"Are you still here?" I say savagely, while I dress.

"As you can see," she tells me in a smug tone.

I don't want much to catch her by the hair and throw her out the window if she keeps provoking me. She knows I'm capable of anything if I go beyond my limits.

"You fucking go, NOW," I yell and look her in the eye.

She gives me an angry look and does what I told her. She gets up clumsy and dresses with nervous movements.

I don't give a fucking shit. She should have disappeared before I told her twice.

I park the car just below Dorian's entrance. I make the move to go out, and I'm stopped by the sight in front of me. I close the car door again and stay in my seat with a spying attitude. I hide as much as I can.

I see Elva coming out of Dorian's apartment building, holding her purse and coat in her hands. Her hair is mixed up, and her expression looks tired. She gets in her car and leaves.

What could Elva have done to Dorian's house?

She was defiantly dressed, the same way she was the first time I saw her at the casino. I immediately remember that night when I walked into Dorian's office and saw her sitting on his lap.

What the fuck is going on? Does he still fuck her?

Just the thought of it, it makes me sick. I'm filled with anger and jealousy. He's showing me that he wants me, that he loves me...

What the hell is going on now?

I desperately rub my forehead in an attempt to put my thoughts in order. My eyes abruptly filled with tears. I snort in anger.

Why don't you ask him to tell you what Elva wanted in his house? He will find a good excuse, and you won't be able to tell him anything, the inner voice says, and I agree with it.

I don't know why I hesitate to ask him directly. Maybe because I don't have enough evidence against him. I mean, I didn't catch them on the bed...

You don't know that, the voice in my head is talking back.

I take a breath and get out of the car. I lock it, fix my dress a little, and approach the entrance to the apartment building.

I reach his apartment, and at the second knock on the door, Dorian opens it for me.

I have a confused expression on my face, but Dorian doesn't notice that at all.

He grabs me by the waist, closes the door behind him, and sticks me against the wall, kissing me repeatedly.

It's enough to make me forget Elva when I saw her come out of his house a moment ago. It's enough that I feel his arms around my body, and make all the pressure from the nerves go away. It's enough to see him and those tears in my eyes to be forgotten very quickly.

He lifts my dress high and takes it off while he sticks his lips to mine again. He drags me up to the couch and falls on me leaving passionate kisses on my neck, chest, abdomen, and thighs.

He pulls down my underwear as if it's something that bothers him a lot and at the first touch of his tongue on my entrance, I tilt back my head forming with my lips an O.

Dorian stops his sweet torture and takes off his white blouse with a gesture. Then he quickly gets rid of his tracksuit and boxer shorts.

His body falls on me again, and I'm dizzy from his wonderful smell.

"I missed you," he whispers in my ear, gently biting my earlobe.

It's exactly what I want to hear.

We both live with a passion that we don't need to say formal words before each meeting. The deeds between us speak.

Besides, this has been happening since the first moment I met him. Dorian made up his mind without many words, and I followed without asking for an explanation.

I lean my palms against his chest and push him slowly from over me. He stands for a while puzzling, but he lets me see what I'm going to do.

I make him lie on the couch comfortably and kneel before him. I look at him with longing, but also with doubt.

Before my inner voice can get me thinking, I put Dorian's erection in my mouth and make slow, sensual movements.

I hear him gnashing his teeth and filling his lungs with air. His toned chest inflates and lowers slowly as he releases the air from inside him. He looks passionate, but not just carnally. He wants what he's doing with me.

I can finally see it in his eyes. I lick his erection on the top, and he abruptly stops me. I smile obliquely. I understand that he came to an end, and he stopped me because he still doesn't want to.

I do him the favor and lean on his knees alternately. I climb over him and gently scratch his chest with my fingernails along.

I want to keep every part of his perfect body in mind. He lets me do it. He rises slightly, and his chest sticks against mine. He sinks his face to my throat, and I feel his hands clasping behind my back.

He deftly unbuttons my bra and takes it off. He sticks his lips to my throat again. I'm rocking slowly on his erection, and I'm already feeling my moisture.

Dorian slightly lifts me by the hips.

"Do you feel?" he asks me softly as if telling me a secret.

"Yes," I answer him in the same voluptuous tone in my voice.

"Put me inside you," he whispers to me.

As soon as I feel her small hand grasping my erection and trying to get me inside of her, I automatically feel the big hard-on. My penis finds her entrance, and I feel like emptying at once, but I'm holding on.

Reva sits on top of me on her knees, and I grab her by them. I end abruptly in her but she doesn't feel any pain.

I see her lips parting from her hottie, and I shut her mouth with kisses. She puts her hands on my shoulders accordingly and goes up and down upon me passionately.

It's one of the few times I let a woman have the fucking control and be satisfied with me the way she likes.

I'm letting Reva do it because I like to see her hottie on fire on me. I love to see her face turn red and close her eyes out of pleasure.

Reva doesn't just fuck. She really likes it, and I'm the guy who gives it to her. I will always love that totty of hers.

Always?!

What the fuck is my head talking about again?

You groove on it, Dorian. You've got the hots for her, the fucking voice says in my head.

Yeah, I got the hots.

I'm still inside her, and with one movement I throw her over the other side of the couch and start pounding her hard.

Her body becomes a bow, and all that sounds is our physical clash from the shag.

I hear her groan, but she likes it.

Fucking damn me! I can't get enough of her. I never get tired of her. I could fuck her for hours, and then I'd want more with her.

I give her some strong thrusts and getting out of her, I empty my horn onto her belly. My fluid has nestled in her navel, and that makes us both smile and more me like an asshole.

A drop of my sperm escapes from her belly, and I get up to grab from the living room table the bath towel I had left before.

Reva wipes my fluids and puts the towel on her feet covering her area low down. She picks up the packet of cigarettes from the coffee table and lights one. She takes a deep puff and gives it to me.