4. Chapter Four #2
“I know you wanna fuck my throat,” she whispered, gripping me around my base. “I can feel how bad you want to do it.” She winked. “So do it.”
My other hand grabbed a fistful of her hair. Maria let out a whimper like I’d just bottomed out inside of her—like she was the one getting off on this, instead of the woman on her knees letting a man use her like a sex toy.
Honestly, she kind of was getting off on this. I’d seen the way she could get when it was me, her and Tasha. If only her bestie weren’t stuck on Jessamyn Fawkes security duty…
I made a mental note to make it up to Tash later.
Then I thrust my hips forward and fucked Maria’s face.
There was a time in my life when I wouldn’t have dared. When even a woman directly telling me to knock her off her pedestal and treat her like a dirty little slut wouldn’t have penetrated my thick, naive skull. Wouldn’t have gotten me to stop respecting her and start fucking her brains out.
Someone once told me that while I was a brilliant engineer, I could be remarkably dim where relationships were concerned. They were right. It took a whole sorority house to convince me of the truth.
To make me realize that the key to driving these women wild both in and out of bed was letting them knowing that I would never, ever hurt them—but thrilling them with the reminder of how easily I could.
Maria’s eyes rolled back in her head as my cock disappeared between her lips.
Moans that I’m pretty sure were choked-off swear words in Spanish spilled from her as I thrust hard, all of my pent-up frustration coming to the fore.
Jessamyn Fawkes intruding on our peace. Victoria Ruocchio trying to destroy our lives.
Courtroom battles and Marcie’s worries about falling behind the other wives and whatever was going on with Daniel.
All it of dissolved as my cock jerked against the back of Maria’s throat, turned into the fuel that kicked me into Beast Mode.
Maria must have felt it, because suddenly she wanted more.
She pulled off of me with a gasp and put her hands on the sink, lifting one knee onto to the counter and spreading herself wide for me.
She was an absolute mess between her legs, already so turned on and wet she couldn’t think straight. God, I loved that.
She didn’t even have to tell me what to do. She just got in position and gave herself to me.
One hard thrust and I was buried all the way in from behind. Maria didn’t hold back—one hand slapped the mirror, leaving a handprint in what was left of the steam, while a moan broke from her loud enough that I didn’t have to wonder whether or not Yukiko and the other girls heard it.
“Que rico, Papi!” Maria grabbed my free hand and pulled two fingers into her mouth, sucking them the way she’d been sucking my cock. “Fuck, fuck, oh my god…!”
She’d told me not to be sweet to her. I didn’t start now. After all, we were almost out of time.
I set a hard, brutal pace, burying myself deeper and deeper with each thrust. The rest of the world kind of fell away as I locked in, concentrating not on Maria’s pleasure but just on fucking as hard and fast as I possibly could while not losing my load.
The sound of my thighs slapping against hers filled the bathroom, so hard that the sink shook beneath us.
It didn’t matter that I was just using Maria.
No woman could get fucked like that for long and not unravel.
A few more hard thrusts and I felt her cunt grip me like a fist, a flood of juice dripping down my prick as she hit the peak and crashed right through.
I didn’t even stop—just kept hammering that spot deep inside of her over and over again with the same maddening focus I would’ve used to tighten a bolt or set a casing string on one of the oil wells I’d helped build in Athabasca.
Both were tasks where the only feedback you got was feel. And there was nothing like the feeling of Maria’s tight, still-cumming pussy spasming around my cock.
I was still in orbit when Maria tilted her head back and kissed me.
“Pump me full, querido,” she whimpered, her voice both crackling with lust and tight with the knowledge that we were almost out of time.
“Please, baby, I know you need to cum. Give me all of it, put all of it in my pussy. Put it where it belongs…!”
I snapped back to reality. One hand tugged down the strap of her athletic top and grabbed a handful of her heavy breasts, squeezing and manhandling her as I hit the peak. The pleasure went white-hot, then blinding, exceeding all of my personal tolerances. I was there.
One more thrust and I let go, roaring like the engine on my McLaren as I came.
Fireworks went off behind my eyes as I erupted inside of Maria.
My grip on her tits went bruise-tight, then slowly slackened as the pressure released inside of me.
Thick, hot ropes of spunk sprayed against Maria’s inner walls, filling her tight pussy to the brim and then some.
She kept her big, round ass pressed tight against me, using my dick like a cork to make sure every drop of my seed went exactly where it belonged.
When I came back to myself, Maria had her cheek against the mirror and was watching me, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip like she couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. “Jesus, querido,” she whispered, brushing a lock of sweaty hair out of her face. “How bad did you need that?”
I looked down at her freshly-fucked body. My cock was still buried inside of her, the base covered in froth. “More than I realized,” I said, my voice so much more relaxed than before.
Maria grinned. “Hell of a workout,” she said.
I finished shaving as Maria got dressed. “Breakfast is ready,” she told me, planting a kiss on my cheek as she watched the two of us in the mirror. “Come down as soon as you’re dressed, querido. Those cheerleader girls are gonna be staring daggers at me the whole time. They’re so jealous.”
I chuckled at that. Then something occurred to me.
“Why you?” I asked, a note of suspicion entering my voice.
Maria pretended to be offended. “What, you didn’t like it?”
“You know the sex was fantastic,” I chided. “With us, it always is.”
“Why I wanted you to be my fuckbuddy in the first place,” Maria said, an arm around me as she watched the mirror. She looked like she was imagining herself as the next Mrs. Jackson Avery—and she liked what she saw. “And then you made me catch feelings for you, you bad boy.”
I didn’t rise to the bait. “If Kiki wanted me to have a quickie, why not send Heather and Eva?”
The look on Maria’s face was naughtiness itself. “Because neither of them are ovulating right now.”
I gasped. “Maria—”
With a giggle, Maria gave me another kiss. “Hurry up, Papi! Big day today!”
Then she was gone, leaving nothing but her laughter behind.
As it faded, I swore I could hear some coming from the master bathroom, too.
Three sets.
Christ, you’re crazy, Kiki, I thought, cleaning myself off with the towel and grabbing my clothes. We’re in the middle of a fight for our lives and you’re still keeping track of the harem’s ovulation schedules. Still trying to get me to breed all the girls…
It was insane. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And now I really did need to get some breakfast.