He stands, and I feel dizzy from breathing so hard. My body tingles everywhere and I feel like I’m going to combust into a million pieces if he doesn’t fuck me already.
Fisting my wet hair, he grabs me by the hip to position my body right where he wants it. The tip of his dick slipping across the opening of my ass, I tense but he keeps going until his cock pushes inside of me. It’s like he just needed me to know that part of my body is his too.
“Whatever just crossed your mind, you’re right,” he whispers, his cock teasing the opening of my ass. “Every inch of this body will be explored by me, because I want all of you.” Not saying a word as I want him to consume not just my body but my every breath, he slips his cock past my ass and barely touches the opening of my pussy.
My eyes roll, my neck careening back as he fills me to the hilt.
“God, yes,” I moan, needing him to make me feel good. Slowly he drives just the tip of himself in and out of my wet pussy, and my toes curl from the tantalizing torture.
He grunts, and slides all the way inside of me this time, and my knees begin to shake. Fast and faster he thrusts, and second by second I come closer to coming.
He thumbs the bud of my ass and I stiffen once again. But really I want to spread myself wide and let him do whatever he wants to me. His touch, smell, and taste, it’s all so breathtaking.
“Do you want me to take you here, to take you everywhere, Leona?” His voice is raspy.
“Yes. Yes!” I whimper, my body opening up to him in any way he wants, just please don’t stop fucking me.
He reaches around the front of me, his arm in between my breast as he cups my neck, fucking me like a madman.
“Yes, I love you, Leona.” He growls into the back of my ear, and I fall from a cliff of ecstasy into a vast of satisfaction.
He pumps his hips a few more times until the warm feeling of cum fills me.
Standing under the showerhead, we still, both of us panting. My legs shake and I need to sit down, I can barely stand from the pleasure or exertion. I’m not sure. Wiping the hair from my face, and to the side of my neck he turns the water off, and picks me up. Leaving a trail of water behind us, he takes us out of the bathroom and into the main area. He sits me on the bed and goes back into the bathroom. I stretch my fingers, and legs, trying to gain my strength as he comes back out with a gray towel. He presses my hair of its excess wetness and pats my body dry. The care he has behind each touch has me sitting at the end of the bed like a little girl. I can’t move, I just watch as he takes care of me like I’m his world.
He swipes the same towel over his head messily and wipes at his dick before throwing the towel on the floor and crawling over top of me.
“Come up here.” He gives my hip a slap and I follow him to the top of the bed until my head is on a pillow. He tosses the blankets over us, and lies on his side, staring at me like he can’t get enough of looking at my face. Our hot breaths warm the air under the thick blanket quickly, and he smiles. Jesus, that fucking smile.
“It’s our invisible fort. Nobody can touch us,” he whispers before kissing me into another dimension.
The way I feel right now, I think I’m falling in love with him too.KieranIt’s in the middle of the day and the yacht only has Matteo on it for guarding purposes. He’s in a suit today, not Armani, but it still looks good on him. Whistling as I make my way across the dock, I meet him. His bushy brows narrowing in as I stand before him.
“A war is starting and you’re going to have to pick sides I’m afraid,” I tell him, because I’ve always favored him and I want him in my crew. He looks at me with bewilderment.
“I knew this was coming,” he sighs, running his hands through his slick hair. I give him an awkward look, not sure what he means by he saw it coming. Then again, he’s seen our family standing on the outside for a while now, he’s seen my father and I go at it many times and even broken us up.
Inside, the smell of cigar smoke is stale in the air, empty cups of the finest whiskey sitting on the coffee table. Macallan, Johnnie Walker, you name it, he has it. A cleaning lady hums as she vacuums, and I pull the plug from the wall.