Pampered After Divorce - Chapter 159: Chapter 159
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Nora’s POV
There was nothing creepier than watching Hank take down Carter. I had thought Carter would put up a fight, but it turns out he's only good at harming fragile women like me.
Even after it was all over, I found it hard to accept that I had almost died.
What if Hank hadn't received my message and tried to call me? I had resisted when he first asked me to move in with him or find another apartment, but not anymore.
Clearly, experiences like this were why Molly had toughened up so much. One can't always rely on a savior, so I need to toughen up if I want to be with a man like Hank.
No matter what, there would always be dangers surrounding him. When I reached his house, I showered again out of anxiety, hoping the water would wash away my fears.
It helped, but seeing Hank in just shorts, his chest exposed and his damp hair, as if he had just showered, a different kind of anxiety took hold of me.
Men often walked around shirtless, and it was clear that Hank was the type to sleep in only his boxers or even naked.
During our time on the island, he had dressed casually, perhaps to not scare me away. But now that we were dating, I felt it was time to take things to the next level. He quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me.
“I don’t want you to have any regrets,” he said seriously as I looked up at him.
“Regret would be if I were drunk. I'm completely sober and ready,” I replied.
“You mentioned wanting to take things slow, and it's only been a month,” he pointed out, though his desire was evident in his eyes.
My fingers ventured into his shorts, but he caught my hand before I could reach further. “Careful, Nora.”
Our longing gazes met, and I spoke honestly. “I want you, Hank, and I mean it. You're my boyfriend, so why can't we do this?”
A smile spread across his face, and his next words took me by surprise. “Then marry me.”
“I…” I struggled to find my words, but he walked into the closet and returned, kneeling before me with a large diamond ring.
“I bought this a few days after you kissed me. Even when you were ignoring me, I couldn't help but fall for you. I knew you were the one I wanted to spend my life with.”
Wasn't it too soon to be taking things to this level? “Please say something, Nora. If you want me, then show it. Be my wife,” he urged, a tear escaping my eye which I quickly wiped away, but his expression turned sorrowful.
“Why? Am I moving too fast for you?” I shook my head as I stared at him. He was still on his knees. "No, I wasn't expecting it, but yes, I want to marry you," I found myself agreeing. A sigh of relief escaped him as he slipped the ring onto my finger.
Rising to his feet, our lips met in a passionate kiss. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, gently pressing me onto the bed.
My fingers trailed his hard body, something I had always wanted to do. As his lips moved away from mine, he tossed the towel aside and his lips covered my nipples. I moaned from the desire it sent through me.
"Hank," I moaned, spreading my legs as he filled in, his bulge grinding against my eager pussy. But he wasn't done teasing my body. Sucking me deeply, I allowed myself to enjoy the pleasure it gave.
"I love you, Nora. I don't know how, but I always have," he whispered in my ear, his fingers digging into my core as he sucked my neck. I cried out from the pleasure.
“You're so tight," he said breathlessly. I smiled. "Is that a good thing?"
"Yeah, but I'm worried it might be painful for you," he said with concern. I shook my head. "No, it's not my first time."
His lips moved to my pussy and he kissed it, eliciting a whimper of desire from me. "How long have you been celibate, sweetie?" he asked, catching me off guard.
"I don't know, Hank. It's been years. Over five years, to be precise." He paused, giving me an unreadable look. "Are you sure about that?"
I nodded, but he smiled and before I knew it, his tongue was exploring my walls, sending shivers of pleasure through me. My moans grew louder as a new sensation washed over me.
My body quivered with a desire I had never experienced before, and I realized I had just reached my first climax. It was true what they say – not every man is patient enough to bring a woman pleasure.
With my breath coming in ragged gasps, I flipped him over, taking control. He looked surprised as I pulled down his shorts and saw the size of his dick. I hesitated, wondering if I could handle it.
This was so huge, much bigger than my ex's. "Scared now?" he teased. I composed myself, wrapped my lips around the tip, eliciting a groan from him. I smiled as I pleasured him, but as he grew larger in my mouth, I coated his length with the juices of my mouth and then sat on it. It penetrated my walls with a force that brought me to another climax.
Hank was so hard, moving his waist in up and down and circular motions, making it easy for me to ride him. As his breathing became labored, he flipped me around and thrust harder into me, his lips on mine.
His thrusts were filled with indescribable emotions, and I climaxed again before his release pushed him over the edge, causing him to shudder and collapse on top of me before rolling to the side and pulling me into his arms.
It was the best sex I had ever experienced, and I craved more. "You're mine now, Sweetie. I hope you know that," he said between heavy breaths. I teased him back,
"You're mine too, honey. I hope you know that." He chuckled, but we soon fell asleep after another round.
The ringing of Hank’s phone jolted me awake, and my eyes caught the name of the caller, Octavia.
Leaning in for a closer look, Hank’s hand reached it, and he answered the phone without checking the caller ID.
However, his facial expression changed. “Stay there, I’m coming.”
As soon as he ended the call, he got off the bed and began putting on his clothes. “Sweetie, I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?” I asked, having seen the name of the caller. He kissed me on the lips hastily and said again, “Be good, I’m coming.”
He rushed through the door before I could stop him, my heart tightened, recalling Octavia had been the woman he loved. Could he still be in love with her?
The house felt so huge and empty; I felt like I would lose my mind if I stayed here alone, so I called Molly on the phone.
“Molly, I’m done with Hank. He proposed last night, and we made out, but as soon as Octavia called, he left me.” A tear slid down my cheek.
There was nothing creepier than watching Hank take down Carter. I had thought Carter would put up a fight, but it turns out he's only good at harming fragile women like me.
Even after it was all over, I found it hard to accept that I had almost died.
What if Hank hadn't received my message and tried to call me? I had resisted when he first asked me to move in with him or find another apartment, but not anymore.
Clearly, experiences like this were why Molly had toughened up so much. One can't always rely on a savior, so I need to toughen up if I want to be with a man like Hank.
No matter what, there would always be dangers surrounding him. When I reached his house, I showered again out of anxiety, hoping the water would wash away my fears.
It helped, but seeing Hank in just shorts, his chest exposed and his damp hair, as if he had just showered, a different kind of anxiety took hold of me.
Men often walked around shirtless, and it was clear that Hank was the type to sleep in only his boxers or even naked.
During our time on the island, he had dressed casually, perhaps to not scare me away. But now that we were dating, I felt it was time to take things to the next level. He quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me.
“I don’t want you to have any regrets,” he said seriously as I looked up at him.
“Regret would be if I were drunk. I'm completely sober and ready,” I replied.
“You mentioned wanting to take things slow, and it's only been a month,” he pointed out, though his desire was evident in his eyes.
My fingers ventured into his shorts, but he caught my hand before I could reach further. “Careful, Nora.”
Our longing gazes met, and I spoke honestly. “I want you, Hank, and I mean it. You're my boyfriend, so why can't we do this?”
A smile spread across his face, and his next words took me by surprise. “Then marry me.”
“I…” I struggled to find my words, but he walked into the closet and returned, kneeling before me with a large diamond ring.
“I bought this a few days after you kissed me. Even when you were ignoring me, I couldn't help but fall for you. I knew you were the one I wanted to spend my life with.”
Wasn't it too soon to be taking things to this level? “Please say something, Nora. If you want me, then show it. Be my wife,” he urged, a tear escaping my eye which I quickly wiped away, but his expression turned sorrowful.
“Why? Am I moving too fast for you?” I shook my head as I stared at him. He was still on his knees. "No, I wasn't expecting it, but yes, I want to marry you," I found myself agreeing. A sigh of relief escaped him as he slipped the ring onto my finger.
Rising to his feet, our lips met in a passionate kiss. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, gently pressing me onto the bed.
My fingers trailed his hard body, something I had always wanted to do. As his lips moved away from mine, he tossed the towel aside and his lips covered my nipples. I moaned from the desire it sent through me.
"Hank," I moaned, spreading my legs as he filled in, his bulge grinding against my eager pussy. But he wasn't done teasing my body. Sucking me deeply, I allowed myself to enjoy the pleasure it gave.
"I love you, Nora. I don't know how, but I always have," he whispered in my ear, his fingers digging into my core as he sucked my neck. I cried out from the pleasure.
“You're so tight," he said breathlessly. I smiled. "Is that a good thing?"
"Yeah, but I'm worried it might be painful for you," he said with concern. I shook my head. "No, it's not my first time."
His lips moved to my pussy and he kissed it, eliciting a whimper of desire from me. "How long have you been celibate, sweetie?" he asked, catching me off guard.
"I don't know, Hank. It's been years. Over five years, to be precise." He paused, giving me an unreadable look. "Are you sure about that?"
I nodded, but he smiled and before I knew it, his tongue was exploring my walls, sending shivers of pleasure through me. My moans grew louder as a new sensation washed over me.
My body quivered with a desire I had never experienced before, and I realized I had just reached my first climax. It was true what they say – not every man is patient enough to bring a woman pleasure.
With my breath coming in ragged gasps, I flipped him over, taking control. He looked surprised as I pulled down his shorts and saw the size of his dick. I hesitated, wondering if I could handle it.
This was so huge, much bigger than my ex's. "Scared now?" he teased. I composed myself, wrapped my lips around the tip, eliciting a groan from him. I smiled as I pleasured him, but as he grew larger in my mouth, I coated his length with the juices of my mouth and then sat on it. It penetrated my walls with a force that brought me to another climax.
Hank was so hard, moving his waist in up and down and circular motions, making it easy for me to ride him. As his breathing became labored, he flipped me around and thrust harder into me, his lips on mine.
His thrusts were filled with indescribable emotions, and I climaxed again before his release pushed him over the edge, causing him to shudder and collapse on top of me before rolling to the side and pulling me into his arms.
It was the best sex I had ever experienced, and I craved more. "You're mine now, Sweetie. I hope you know that," he said between heavy breaths. I teased him back,
"You're mine too, honey. I hope you know that." He chuckled, but we soon fell asleep after another round.
The ringing of Hank’s phone jolted me awake, and my eyes caught the name of the caller, Octavia.
Leaning in for a closer look, Hank’s hand reached it, and he answered the phone without checking the caller ID.
However, his facial expression changed. “Stay there, I’m coming.”
As soon as he ended the call, he got off the bed and began putting on his clothes. “Sweetie, I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?” I asked, having seen the name of the caller. He kissed me on the lips hastily and said again, “Be good, I’m coming.”
He rushed through the door before I could stop him, my heart tightened, recalling Octavia had been the woman he loved. Could he still be in love with her?
The house felt so huge and empty; I felt like I would lose my mind if I stayed here alone, so I called Molly on the phone.
“Molly, I’m done with Hank. He proposed last night, and we made out, but as soon as Octavia called, he left me.” A tear slid down my cheek.
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