Chapter 5 #2
The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. Hennessy steps out without looking, and I follow, still caught in the gravity of her anger and my own desire.
“I never said I didn't want you,” I mutter, catching up to her with two quick strides.
She stops abruptly, and I nearly collide with her back. “Then what the fuck do you want from me, Beckham?”
“Everything,” I snarl, grabbing her arm and yanking her toward the nearest door—an employee meeting room with its lights off. I shove it open and pull her inside with me.
Before she can speak, I’m crowding her against the wall of the room.
“You want to know what I want? I want you to stop fucking torturing me,” I say, pressing my body against hers. “I want you to stop making me think about you every goddamn second of every goddamn day.”
“So don’t.”
She says it like it’s that simple, and it’s anything but.
It’s like when you want something so badly for Christmas or your birthday as a child and you know your family will never be able to get it for you.
You covet it because it’s your holy grail.
That’s what Hennessy Vega is to me. My holy fucking grail.
“I want to stop feeling like a fucking animal every time you walk into a room.” My hand finds her throat, not squeezing, just holding her there against the wall as I tower over her, my fingers stroking the soft skin there. “But I can't. I've fucking tried.”
Her eyes darken, pupils blown wide with desire. “Then stop fighting it,” she whispers, her voice husky.
Something in me snaps at her words. The last thread of restraint I've been clinging to for years frays and breaks. I crash my mouth against hers, swallowing her gasp of surprise. This isn't a gentle kiss. It's a claiming, a taking, a fucking declaration of ownership.
She responds instantly, her hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me impossibly closer as her tongue battles mine. I bite her lower lip hard enough to make her whimper, the sound shooting straight to my cock.
I spin her around, shoving her face down onto the table. The movement knocks over a stack of folders, sending papers scattering across the polished wood surface. I don't give a fuck about the mess. All I care about is getting inside her before I lose my goddamn mind.
“This what you wanted?” I growl, hiking her dress up around her waist. “To drive me fucking crazy until I bend you over and take what's mine?”
“Yes,” she gasps, arching her back to press that perfect ass against my cock.
Her black lace panties are a flimsy barrier between us. I hook my fingers into the delicate fabric and rip it clean off her body. I’ll be keeping these as a reminder that for one night, I had the thing I wanted most in this world.
“Look at you,” I mutter, running my fingers through her slick folds. “Already soaked for me. Were you this wet while Connors was whispering in your ear? Or is this just for me?”
“Just for you,” she pants, pushing back against my hand. “Always for you.”
I unbuckle my belt with my free hand; the metal clinks as I yank it open. The sound of my zipper coming down is obscenely loud in the quiet room. I free my cock, already rock hard and leaking, and guide it to her entrance.
My dick is pressed against her entrance, throbbing with need, and I'm seconds away from burying myself inside her. But even in my frenzied state, this thought breaks through.
“If you don't want this raw, don't fucking move,” I growl, my voice rough with restraint. “Not a goddamn inch, Hennessy. Because if you push back onto my dick right now, I'm going to take that as permission to fill you up without anything between us.”
She whines, a desperate sound that makes my cock jump. “I'm on birth control,” she breathes, arching her back slightly.
She pushes back against me, just enough that the head of my cock slips inside her tight heat. The sensation nearly brings me to my knees—hot, wet, and perfect. No barrier, nothing between us. Just Hennessy taking me inside her body like she was made for me.
“Fuck, that's it,” I groan, sinking deeper into her with one hard thrust that makes her cry out. “Taking me so fucking well. So goddamn tight.”
I bottom out inside her, my hips flush against her ass, and we both freeze for a moment, adjusting to the intensity. She's wrapped around me like a vise, pulsing and exquisite, and I know in this moment I'd burn down the whole world just to stay inside her.
“You feel that?” I snarl, grinding deeper. “Feel how perfectly you take me? No one else gets to have this, understand? No one else gets to feel this tight pussy stretching around their cock.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth conference table. “Only you, Beckham. Only you.”
I start to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by her desperate moans and my guttural groans.
“That's right,” I growl, setting a punishing pace. “This pussy is mine now. I'm going to fill it up, mark you from the inside where no one can see, but we'll both know.”
I reach forward, tangling my fingers in her hair and yanking her head back so I can see her face contorted in pleasure. Her lips are parted, eyes glazed with need, cheeks flushed. She's fucking gorgeous like this—wrecked, desperate, and mine.
The table creaks beneath us, more things falling to the floor as I pound into her.
“Every fucking minute,” I growl into her ear, tightening my grip in her hair as I slam into her over and over. “Every minute of this weekend when you're not working, you're with me.”
She moans, pushing back against me, meeting each thrust with desperate need. “Yes, Beckham, God—”
I pull out suddenly, spinning her around to face me. Her eyes are wide, confused by the loss of contact, lips parted and swollen. I lift her onto the table, shoving her thighs apart with my hands.
“On my dick,” I continue, positioning myself at her entrance again before driving back into her slick heat. “In my bed.” Another thrust, deeper this time. “On your knees.” I punctuate each location with a hard, deep stroke that makes her gasp. “Do you fucking understand me?”
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper as she nods frantically. “Yes, yes, I understand.”
I grip her jaw with one hand, forcing her to look at me. “I own you this weekend. You wanted me so badly? Well, you've got me for forty-eight more hours, so make it fucking count.”
“I will,” she promises, her voice breaking as I hit that spot deep inside her that makes her walls clench around me. “I'm yours, Beckham. All yours.”
“Say it again,” I demand, increasing my pace, the table shifting beneath us with each powerful thrust.
“I'm yours,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. “Only yours.”
The possessiveness surging through me is primal, overwhelming. I hook my arms under her knees, pushing them up and apart, opening her even wider for me. The new angle has her crying out, her head falling back as I drive into her relentlessly.
“Look at you taking my cock,” I growl, watching where our bodies join. “So fucking perfect. Made for me. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
I can feel her getting close, her thighs trembling against my arms, her breathing becoming erratic. I slide one hand between us, my thumb finding her clit and circling it.
Her back arches off the table, eyes rolling back as she shatters around me. “Beckham, fuck, I'm coming!”
Her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock as she comes, and I can’t hold back.
“Fuck, I'm going to fill this tight little cunt up,” I growl, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust. “Going to mark you from the inside. Make you remember who you belong to every time you feel my cum dripping down your thighs.”
Her eyes widen at my filthy words, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' as another wave hits her. I feel her fluttering around me, squeezing me, begging for what only I can give her.
I roar as I empty myself inside her, my release so intense my vision blurs at the edges. My hips jerk uncontrollably, pinning her to the table as I flood her with my cum. I collapse forward, pushing her down with my weight, my chest heaving against hers.
“Dios mío,” she mumbles, her voice barely audible. “Tan bueno...por favor...no pares nunca...”
Gripping her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I force her to look at me. Her eyes are hazy with pleasure, lips parted and swollen from my kisses. For all the filth and possession of the last few minutes, something else stirs in my chest.
I press my lips against hers in a surprisingly gentle kiss, so very different from the bruising way I've claimed the rest of her body. Her mouth yields beneath mine, soft and pliant, and I swear I can taste her surrender on my tongue.
When I finally pull back, removing my weight from her body, she whimpers at the loss of contact.
I stand between her spread thighs, watching as I slowly withdraw from her body.
My cock slides out inch by inch, glistening with the evidence of both our pleasure.
Her cunt spasms around my shaft, pink and swollen, desperately trying to keep me inside.
When I finally slip free, a trickle of my cum follows, leaking from her onto the polished conference table.
“Look at that,” I murmur, running my thumb through the mess between her legs, gathering some of my release before pressing it back inside her. “Marked. Claimed. Mine.”
She shivers at the covetous gesture, her eyes never leaving my own.
“Don't move,” I command, stepping back just enough to loosen my silk tie.
She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, still sprawled open on the conference table, her chest rising and falling with each breath. My gaze never leaves the sight of my release trickling from her swollen center as I pull the tie from around my neck with a soft hiss of fabric.
“What are you—” she starts, but her words die in her throat as I run the smooth silk between my fingers.
“Spread your legs wider,” I growl, moving back between her thighs. “I'm not done with you yet.”
She complies immediately, her thighs trembling as she opens herself further to me. I can see everything—her pink, puffy lips glistening with our combined arousal, my cum still seeping from her entrance.
“Perfect,” I mutter, folding the tie lengthwise before pressing one end against her opening. “You're going to keep my cum inside you. All of it. Where it belongs.”
Her eyes widen as she realizes what I'm doing, but instead of protest, I see her pupils dilate with fresh desire.
“Beckham,” she whispers, her voice cracking as I begin to work the silk into her pussy, inch by careful inch.
“Shhh,” I soothe, watching in fascination as her body accepts the makeshift plug. “Take it. Just like you took my cock. Just like you took my cum.”
The dark blue silk disappears inside her, leaving just enough hanging out for it to be retrieved later. I press my palm flat against her mound, feeling the slight bulge where the fabric fills her.
“Now you're really mine,” I tell her, my voice rough with possession. “Walking around with my cum plugged inside you, feeling it with every step. A constant reminder of who you belong to.”
She moans, her hips lifting slightly against my hand. “That's so dirty,” she whispers, but I can see how much it turns her on.
“You love it,” I say, leaning down to brush my lips against hers. “Knowing you're carrying a part of me inside you. Knowing that later tonight, when you pull this tie out of your tight little cunt, it's going to be soaked with both of us.”
I press two fingers against the end of the tie, pushing it slightly deeper, watching her gasp as it shifts inside her.
“Stand up,” I order, stepping back to give her room. “I want to see you try to walk.”
She slides off the table on shaky legs; her dress falling back down to cover her.
But we both know what's hidden underneath.
My tie, my cum, the pussy that’s mine.
I don’t care if the whole damn world hates me for touching her. I’ll still ruin anyone who even thinks about taking her from me, even if I only ever have tonight.