Chapter 50 Precious Cargo
Chapter fifty
Precious Cargo
Sophia
Keeping my eyes on him, I obey, positioning myself so my upper body takes up most of the length of the bench, my knees bent over the end, feet flat on the floor.
He stands between my legs, the move inadvertently causing me to part wider so my pussy is on full display for him.
I’m so wet already, but the sight of his rock-hard cock throbbing behind the soft fabric of his training shorts is doing things to me.
I am at his mercy, and I don’t care if he ruins me.
“Already so fucking soaked for me,” he croaks.
Leaning over, he takes my left nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking as he wraps a hand around both of my wrists, setting them in a comfortable position.
He repeats the same ministrations on my opposite nipple, and I arch my back, seeking more friction.
Our breaths are heavy and choppy, in perfect tempo with the throb of my clit.
He winds the hand wrap around my wrists, so they’re secured above my head.
I whimper as he kisses his way down my body, his hands roaming my dips and valleys, taking a final swipe through my dripping center before standing between my spread thighs.
He shucks off his shorts and boxers and kicks them to the side. He pumps his stiff, veiny length a few times before he speaks.
“Now you’re going to listen to me. I love that you’re an independent woman who can make her own decisions. But from now on, when you’re not with me, I need to know where you are, who you’re with, and when plans change.”
He swirls pre-cum around his engorged head before taking the same two fingers and swirling his arousal on my clit, then swiping them through my soaking wet folds.
I moan his name, arching my body and trying to inch closer to his cock.
“Uh, uh, uh. You can’t have this cock until I know you understand what I’m asking.”
He tugs each of my nipples to punctuate his point. I buck my hips, giving him the perfect opening to grab them and pull me closer, lifting them in the air and wrapping my legs around his waist.
I’m mesmerized by the sweat trickling down his bare chest and torso, making the art there glow and the gold chain now stuck to his chest shine like a beacon.
I want nothing more than to grab it and rope him into me, to kiss him senseless.
But with my hands bound above my head, legs wound around his waist, and his hands a vice grip on my ass, I am powerless.
All I can do is take everything he’s willing to give me.
He positions himself just millimeters from my entrance, rocking and rolling into me ever so slightly so I can feel the cum leaking from his tip onto my clit. I whimper, alternating between moaning his name and begging him to fuck me.
“Do you understand?” Rock. “Do you promise me?” Roll. “Use your words, baby.”
“I promise!” I moan.
“That’s my good girl,” he says on a thrust, moving his hands and filling them with my ass while he fills my pussy to the hilt with his cock.
Pounding harder and faster. He looks majestic like this.
In control but also fighting to stay in control.
Like the dance between the bull and the bullfighter.
Beast versus man. I don’t want to miss a thing, so I fight the need to close my eyes in ecstasy and simply watch as he takes what he needs from me.
Noting the way his normally sea green eyes morph into a stormy dark green.
The grit of his teeth and jump of his jaw.
“You like being tied up like a good little whore ready to be filled up with my cum,” he taunts as he thrusts.
Deep. Deep. Deeper. The veins in his strong, powerful forearms pump and jump as he grips me hard and drives his rock-hard, thick cock into me with all he’s got.
“I own this pussy. No one will ever touch or fuck what’s mine again. ”
The gym echoes with a symphony of moans, whimpers, and the sounds of our bodies slapping as Marco fucks into me so hard he hits that spot that sends pleasure tingling through my belly, around my back, and right down to my toes.
“Yes!” I cry out at the same time Marco lets out a guttural “Fuck,” climaxing right along with me.
A million tiny sparks spread through my body and white light bursts behind my eyes.
I revel in my power to make the beast within this man unravel.
I don’t know what happened to turn him into the ticking time bomb I discovered when I walked in here, but witnessing him detonate is truly the most explosive way to start the new chapter that awaits on the other side of this moment.
Marco’s eyes drink in every inch of my flushed face as he releases my hands and gathers me to his chest. I’m wrapped around him like a koala bear.
I feel weightless, blissed out from the orgasm and dizzy from ferocity of his lust. Words feel pointless, so I just melt into him, nuzzling into his neck.
“I’ll keep you safe. I promise,” he whispers voice raw with emotion.
As magical as this moment is, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, I can’t stop the nagging sixth sense warning that the days to come will be as tumultuous as the emotion behind the whispered promises in my ear.