Chapter 5 Touching Myself

• Emily's POV
• I sighed blissfully as warm water trickled out of the showerhead, onto my body, relaxing my taut nerves.
• Running my fingers through my hair, I fluttered my eyes shut, and for an inexplicable reason, Donovan 's face wafted into my mind, causing me to blink my eyes open immediately.
• The salacious memories of yesterday was stil fresh in my head especially how I'd all but told him off for making such a lewd utterance—I was so horny that I could have asked him to really fuck me.
• Pushing the thoughts down, I closed my eyes again and this time around, my subconscious conjured up a scenario where Donovan was fucking me in the shower.
• Strangely enough, I didn't feel the need to shake the lascivious imagination off as my pussy had already begun pulsating with arousal.
• At that moment, I badly wished I could make my imagination come true.
• I had never wanted something as much as I wanted the Donovan in my subconscious, to become real.
• Damn, last week's events had broken me so bad, I'd now become a nymphomaniac.
• But then again, being aroused was way better than feeling heartbroken about Joe and Abigail.
• Now that I thought of it, I hadn't even thought about them today, which was a first.
• Although I hid behind a tough facade, sometimes my thoughts couldn't help but slip to them, but strangely enough, I didn't even care about them as much as I used to.
• Hell, I felt indifference in place of deadly anger, which although strange, was far better.
• And now, I wanted to feel Donovan 's big, veiny cock inside my tight cunt. The fact that I was having such lustful thoughts about my ex's brother was utterly insane, but I couldn't be bothered to care.
• In that moment, all I wanted was for him to bend me over the shower and plow me hard from behind.
• As my pussy puckered with sexual hunger, I ran my hands down my body while moaning loudly, without a care in the world.
• I had never been so thankful that I had my own place up until that moment, as I was free to do whatever I wanted, without anyone catching me in the act.
• Sliding a finger down my slit, I fondled my boobs and flickered my nipples like it was a light switch, an overpowering wave of erotic arousal striking me.
• I had never had something in my pussy—not even my finger, as I'd always anticipated Joe would take care of everything on our wedding night.
• As I slotted my finger into my tight core, I realized just how badly I'd been depriving myself of one of the best feelings ever.
• My core burned but it was in a pleasurable type of way, as arousal juice trickled down my thighs. Then, I added another finger into my slit, with Donovan 's name on my tongue like a prayer.
• I could see him wrapping his arm around my neck from behind, while he scissored me open with his thick fingers.
• He would litter ferocious, open-mouthed kisses down my back while I jutted my ass against his rock-solid cock.
• “Oh, Donovan ,” I whimpered, as I came to the painful realization that although I could pleasure myself with my fingers, they were not enough.
• I needed something meatier, veinier and bigger.
• Specifically, Donovan 's monster cock.
• Although I failed to get a glimpse of his crotch, I could tell he was packing down there, because he exuded such dignifying big dick energy.
• Huge dick energy even.
• Inhaling sharply, I fastened the pace at which I fingered myself as I imagined Donovan taking his hand off my neck to stroke the beady flesh of my clitoris with sensual vigor.
• Blood mixed with desire throbbed in my veins, my pulse quickening with forbidden longing as I inserted a third finger into my pussy.
• A delicious shudder shot through me as the Donovan in my imagination licked my helix, causing me to arch my back deeper while holding onto the shower glass for dear life.
• Convulsive waves of erotic gratification gripped me at that moment, causing my pleasure to escalate to the highest peak.
• It was then I realized that this was the orgasm that I'd read about in romance novels.
• “Oh my goodness,” I gritted out, as my belly fluttered with a sort of delicious warmth.
• Having an orgasm was far more gratifying than reading about it.
• My orgasm hit me with full force, rendering me incapable of moving or even speaking for a moment as I gradually climbed down my high.
• It was then it occured to me that I had really masturbated to the thought of my ex's brother who also happened to be my boss, fucking me hard.
• Perhaps I needed a therapist, because there was no way this was normal.
• Having such salacious thoughts about Donovan , that is.
• Had he not asked me that wanton question yesterday, I wouldn't be having such illegal thoughts about him. It was as if his question had awoken something inside me that I never knew existed in the first place.
• Exhaling shakily, I pulled my fingers out of my core and finished my shower, silently hoping the water had washed my forbidden attraction toward Donovan away.
• Moments later as I walked out of the apartment complex, I was stunned to see Abigail standing in the parking lot, her eyes empty and sunken.
• Regardless, I couldn't even be bothered to feel an iota of pity for her.
• I didn't bother paying her any attention even when I noticed that she'd seen me, however, I was forced to halt in my path when she ran up to me, hindering me from taking another step.
• “Get out of my way, Abigail,” I hurled, and she shook her head in negation as she brought her hands together in apology.
• “I'm sorry for everything, Emily,” Abigail said. “Please give me a second chance to atone for my mistakes.”
• “So you expect me to forgive you just like that, isn't it?” I huffed in disbelief. “You got married to my ex-boyfriend, Abigail. You both cheated on me and made me look like a fucking fool. Let me just ask you one question, why did you do something so awful to me?”
• “I-” Abigail sighed heavily, as she fiddled with her hands. “I'm sorry.”
• “Wrong answer,” I replied. “You know what, just go and live your life with your new husband and quit bothering me, am I clear?”
• “Emily, please.”
• “I don't even understand why you're begging me, Abigail,” I snapped. “I'm gonna ask you another question. How many years did you date Joe for?”
• Sighing heavily, Abigail responded, “We dated for two years and trust me, I didn't mean for it to happen. I don't know what I was even thinking when I agreed to date him, Emily. Maybe he cast a spell on me.”
• Her last statement made me roar with incredulous laughter.
• So Joe and Abigail had dated for two good years, without arousing my suspicions.
• I had to hand it to them, they both did a good job of playing me.
• “You know what, I don't have time for this. Just get out of my way,” I said. “I'm almost late for work. Let this be the last time you ever show yourself before me, Abigail.”
• And with that, I brushed past her to the bus stop, my heart scudding with anger.
• I decided against letting Abigail's foolish self ruin my day, so I willed my fury away.
• On getting to work, I found out Pamela wasn't coming to work today, and had assigned me to attend a meeting with the other heads of department, on her behalf.
• With the way she always made me do her work, one would think she'd at least have the decency to thank me, but she never did.
• I was stupefied when I entered the conference room and saw Donovan sitting at the head of the table, with the other heads of department.
• Thankfully, the meeting was yet to begin.
• “Good day,” I greeted all of them, before taking my seat beside a middle-aged man.
• “Good day,” All of them greeted back while Donovan darted me a smirk, which caused heat to stir in my guts, before looking away.
• The meeting lasted for about an hour, and I was able to jot down some important information for Pamela.
• “You are not a head of department,” Donovan 's baritone wafted into my ears, as I stepped out of the conference room.
• I didn't even realize he was behind me.
• “Yes, sir. I'm here on my HOD's behalf,” I replied, to which he hummed.
• I wondered what he'd think if he knew that I had fingered myself while thinking about him earlier.
• “Alright then. We will be seeing more of each other in the future,” He smirked, his low voice causing desire to pool in my core.
• Before I could process the double meaning of his statement, Donovan swaggered off.