With a well eaten pussy before she starts her day.
Her moans are a frantic, rhythmic demand, urging me on. When I glance up through the eye-sockets of the mask, she’s peering down at me, watching me feast on her with a gaze that could set the room on fire. She twirls her hips against my face, leaning up just enough to pull her bra off.
The red lights dance over the planes of her body, casting long, tempting shadows over her skin, inviting me to explore every inch of the darkness she’s been hiding in.
I scrape my teeth over her clit, a sharp, grounding nip before I suck the bead into my mouth. She drops back onto the cushions with a sharp, high-pitched cry that echoes off the walls. I pull away just enough to breathe, my fingers smacking against her wet skin. I laugh when she arches her back, lifting her hips to meet my hand, practically begging for the sting again.
“This poor little pussy looks hungry, baby,” I say, my fingers tracing the tight, pulsing circle of her entrance.
“Fuck me,” she demands.
“Tell me who the fuck is underneath this mask.”
“A man.”
Fucking wench.With a smirk, I bend her legs back until her knees are touching her chest, pinning her into a position of total vulnerability. I lean up, the head of my cock brushing against her, teasing the heat of her. “Whose man?”
Stubborn, impossible, perfect woman.
I let her feel the tip, a slow, agonizing slide of friction, before I pull back. Over and over again, I tease the edge of her, making her wait, making us both suffer. My cock is screaming to be buried inside her, to finally end the ache, but I’m not giving in. Not yet. Until she claims me, until she says the words out loud, this is as far as we go.
Ineedher to fucking claim me.
She’s fast. Before I can even register the shift, she’s lunging upward, and I lose my leverage. She hitches her legs around my waist, centering herself until I’m notched perfectly at the entrance of her heat. Marigold’s fingers tangle in my hair beneath the edge of the mask, yanking my head up until our lips are a hair’s breadth apart.
“Mine,” she snarls, the word a jagged, beautiful threat. “You’re fucking mine.”
She slams herself down onto my cock, the impact driving a ragged groan out of me as I fall back onto my calves. She sinks her teeth deep into the cord of my neck, marking me with a violence that matches the way she starts to ride. Goddamn, does she ride. She slides up, milking every inch of the friction, before slamming back down with a wicked, grinding twirl of her hips. My head is spinning. Her slick is glistening along the base of my cock, a visual that sends a spike of adrenaline through my gut. Some half-formed thought flickers at the back of my mind, butbefore it can take root, she slams down again and the world goes red.
Having finally had enough of the barrier, she yanks the mask off my face with a growl. “Mine.”
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss, the cool air hitting my sweat-soaked skin. “I’m yours, baby. Every goddamn inch. Just like you’re mine.”
“Yes, yes,” she pants, her breath hot against my mouth. “Yours. All yours.”
Hearing her finally say the words, finally surrendering the lie she kept between us, turns me feral.
I don’t just want her. I need to consume her. I yank her off my dick and haul us both to our feet, my muscles screaming. I wrap a hand around her throat, not to hurt, but to anchor her as I crash my mouth against hers.
And then we fight. Lips, teeth, and four years of accumulated wanting, neither of us willing to lose, neither of us trying to end it.
I pull back just enough to trail my mouth over the curve of her jaw, down to that vulnerable dip between her neck and collarbone. I bite down, sucking the skin into my mouth until she’s moaning, her body rubbing frantically against mine. When I let her go, a dark, blossoming bruise is already forming with my mark.
A wicked grin curls my lips. “No denying it now, baby.”
I see the flicker of a fight starting in her eyes, so I don’t give her the chance. I spin her around, facing her toward the velvet couch, and bend her over until her face is pressed to the cushions and her ass is offered up to the light.
The sound of my palm connecting with that bouncy, perfect cheek echoes through the room like a gunshot. She wiggles, her body begging for the sting, so I line up with her entrance and crack my palm against the other side at the exact moment I slam back into her. My fingers dig into the bone of her hips,anchoring myself as I power into her. Our skin slapping together is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. I want to record it, to loop it and listen to it every night I’m away from her. My thrusts are brutal, a physical exorcism of four years of pent-up sexual frustration, four years of wanting to do exactly this.
“You’re fucking mine,” I snarl, my hips snapping with every word.
She lifts her head, her knees finding the cushion as she raises her torso. She reaches back, her arm hooking around my neck to pull me closer. Her breasts are heavy and heaving, her back set in a delicious, agonizing arch that keeps her snug against me.
“Yes.”
“Say it,” I demand, my pace becoming a blur.
“I’m yours.”