Chapter 21 #3
Even my thoughts.
She’d seen through the very layers I’d warned her about, toying with them as I regularly did with my enemies. As if she knew she wielded power over me.
My hunger erupted into something entirely undistinguishable from passion.
I couldn’t wait to take her any longer. Even toying with her mind had been turned into an intense aphrodisiac that had its limitations.
Within seconds we were on the floor. I pushed her onto all fours, doing what I’d craved from day one.
I wrapped my hand around every strand of hair, using it as a leash to control and satisfy the sadistic side of me.
There was no possible way of holding back.
With my other hand stroking the base of my cock, I pressed the tip against her swollen pussy lips.
As her scent filtered into my nostrils, I cinched my eyes shut and drove every inch of my dick inside. The gothic music coaxed the beast from his lair and soon I was rocking her forcefully.
Yet she took my brutal actions, keeping her back arched as I thrust in wildly. I smacked her bottom several times, but the appeal was in keeping her wet and making her come.
Which was exactly what I intended on doing. I forced away my own desire for satisfaction, enjoying the way her pussy muscles clamped around my cock. I also craved hearing her moans and soft mews, which I was rewarded with almost instantly.
She quivered in my hold, bucking hard against me as my actions became faster. Harder.
The sheer joy brought angst as well, my balls tightening in a way that suggested losing control. I gritted my teeth, developing a rhythm that she matched, one stroke after another. Soon we were in sync, moving together in a fluid dance.
Passion roared off the charts and I sensed she was closer. Her breathing skipped beats until soon she was panting while clawing the floor. I rocked her hard, never letting go. Another way of reinforcing that she was mine.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” Every muscle in her body tensed, a beautiful shimmer dancing across her skin. And as her muscles clamped around my thick cock, she allowed herself to release.
I’d never seen anyone so beautiful when they climaxed. I could watch her for hours. The thought brought another dark chuckle. I’d already enjoyed doing just that. I pounded into her for another thirty seconds, realizing that I wanted more.
More from her and more from myself.
I needed every single inch of her to belong to me. She was right about the demons, only they’d resurfaced and were threatening to stay. I ran my fingers down her spine, closing my eyes when I reached the crack of her ass.
While she stiffened, I could hear her excited breathing, even more so when I speared her dark hole with my thumb.
She shuddered, but her cries were ones of pleasure. I pushed the thick digit in even further and it was impossible to keep from smiling in experiencing her reaction. But soon, my aching cock reminded me I was in need of my own satisfaction.
As much as I wanted to be gentler with her, I found it difficult. She had a way of making me crazy, almost as if I could lose all sense of myself or whatever level of conscience she believed I still had in me.
I thought she was crazy for thinking so, but around her, I craved to be a better man. What did that say about the promises I’d made to myself years before?
Women had never meant anything.
Until this one.
I slipped the tip of my soaking cock against her asshole. Her subtle moan wasn’t one of nervousness, but of coercion. She was quite the cunning woman. It made me desire to see her act in business.
At least I was able to practice control, tenderly pushing in an inch at a time. Her breathing remained labored, but her moans continued to increase with excitement. Soon, I couldn’t hold back any longer, finishing the sinful act with one brutal thrust.
My body was the one shaking from a heavy dose of adrenaline, pushing forward with only release on my mind.
She matched my strokes, the savagery existing in my blood obviously driven into her as well. We were well suited, more so than with anyone else I’d been with. As if the woman completed me.
No, painting wasn’t my weakness.
She was.
And in realizing how much so, I knew at some point our relationship would be exposed and used for profit and gain.
If that happened, I’d be prepared.
They wouldn’t, learning the hard way that crossing me or daring to defy the joy she was finally experiencing was a death sentence.
My jaw was clenched and I was grinding my teeth as I held back from climaxing. I’d be damned if it wasn’t one of the most difficult things I’d done. I finally let go of her hair, gripping both hips and I knew my hold had to be painful.
Penelope tossed her head from side to side, her moans escalating until I couldn’t take it any longer.
When I finally allowed myself to release, filling her with my seed, I felt a completely different need to possess and protect.
At all costs.
Including my business.
In fact, I was getting to the point I’d do anything to make her happy.