Dirty Owner

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Fucking come all over my hands you dirty girl.”

The grip she has on my hair tightens. The pain of it is inconsequential compared to what it feels like when Aurora comes. Her juices slide down her leg and all over my face and hand. I stand up sliding my finger inside of her mouth.

“Taste yourself, baby.” I tell her. She sucks on my digit and moans.

I take my finger out of her mouth, then pull her toward me. I wrap one arm around her and growl, “Mine,” against her lips. “Tell me you’re mine, Aurora.”

“I’m yours, Ford. All yours. Fuck me now, please.”

“Does your pussy miss my cock already?”

“Yes. Yes, Ford. I want it so badly. Please.”

“Alright, sweet girl” I say.

I bring her inside, lay her on the bed and kiss down to her stomach. When I get to her pussy she’s soaked and ready for me.

“Fuck, princess.” I lick her wet fold as I look up to see Aurora bow her back while letting out a moan.

I suck on her clit one more time, then move up her body until I’m looking into her eyes. She mewls and I chuckle.

“I’m right here, baby. So eager. What have I done to you?”

“You’ve corrupted me, Mr. Devlin. I used to be so innocent to the ways of men,” she says, grinning.

“I have, haven’t I?” I’m getting a lot of satisfaction knowing my cock is the only one who’s ever going to fuck her.

“Well,” I say, “I think I like you corrupted. And mine.”

I settle myself between Aurora’s thighs and position my cock at her entrance.

“How do you want it, Aurora?” I ask while rubbing my cock against her. “You want it nice and sweet? Slow and easy—?”

“I want you to fuck me. Hard.” Aurora interrupts me with lust filled determination in her eyes and fuck me, it’s fucking hot.

“Alright,” I slam into her hard and start pumping in and out of her at a break-neck pace.

With my hands on her hips, every time I pull back I pull her to me and bottom out inside her.

It’s hot and not sweet at all. It’s ruthless and commanding. It’s the kind of sex that’ll leave bruises on her hips and feeling me between her legs tomorrow.

“You like that, baby? Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes! Yes! Ford!” she cries out and grabs onto the sheets, holding on for dear life.

“Marry me,” I say.

“What?”

“Marry me, baby. Be mine.” I can’t believe I’ve said it, but now that it’s out there, it feels perfect. “I won’t let you come until you answer.”

“That’s not nice!”

“I never said I was nice, baby. I’m a dirty man. A good match for a dirty girl like you.”

Aurora doesn’t take time to think about it. Her words will echo in my mind forever.

“Yes, Ford. I will marry you.”