Beck continues to push into me, milking every last second of the orgasm from me. I can feel my muscles clench around him, wrapping around him tightly as he chases his own release.
“You’re so god damn sexy when you come on my cock,” he growls, his lips still right next to my nipple. He bites the fleshy part of my breast. “I’m going to become fucking obsessed with feeling that pretty pussy of yours hold me tight.”
My body should be spent. He’s already managed three orgasms from me, something I’ve only done once thanks to a special little purple friend. I can already feel a dull ache between my legs, but I don’t want to stop.
The look on Beck’s face proves to me that he isn’t done either. He smirks, the sight of him hovering between my breasts as he slowly pushes in and out of me something I’ll commit to memory forever.
“I’ve only just begun making good on my promises.”
I knew finally fucking Margo would change things for me, but I hadn’t thought it’d feel so catastrophic. The way she wraps around me perfectly fools my brain into thinking she was made for me. That we’re perfect together. It’s a shame she’s only promised me a year. I’ll do everything in my power to keep our charade—if you can even call it that—going for as long as possible. I’m fairly confident I’d spend forever fighting with her to just to fuck her after if she’d let me.
Once I feel her body relax underneath mine, I flip her over until her front presses into the comforter. Lifting her hips up, I line myself up with her soaking wet pussy once again. There are little red marks on the backs of her thighs from where my hips have slapped against her. I like the idea of the physical reminders of what’s happening between us. I feel it, she better fucking feel it, but there’s nothing wrong with leaving harmless little marks on her. To leave it as proof to anyone who’d dare to look at her that she’s mine.
“You were sexy as hell crawling on your knees to me. Even sexier on your knees as you gagged on my cock.” My palm rubs over the curve of her ass. “But fuck, baby, you on your knees with your ass in the air, your cunt dripping in anticipation to take me again, might be my favorite view of you on your knees.”
Even with her face pushing into the pillows, her moan ricochets off the walls. I fucking love how much my words get her off.
My fingertip runs over the seam between her asscheeks. She flinches, making me wonder if I’ve found a spot she’s never been touched. Not wanting to be outside of her for another moment, I plunge into her once again, reveling in the loud gasp that leaves her body.
She’s so reactive to my words, my touch, my cock; I’m addicted to it. I press one hand into her back, pushing her into the mattress as I fuck her from behind. Her moans get louder and louder, sending me close to my own release.
One arm snakes underneath her, pulling her body flush against mine. The new position somehow seats me even deeper inside her. Margo wraps her arms around the back of my neck, her tits bouncing as I continue to plunge in and out of her. The bed squeaks underneath us, the creaking a threat that the bed could break at any moment from the punishing rhythm I’ve set.
Her knees overlap mine as I take her from behind, her back against my front. I reach around her, my finger finding her clit. I can feel myself push in and out of her as I rub the sensitive bud. Needing as much of her as possible, my free hand reaches up to pinch her perfect pink nipples. I’m so fucking close at this point, and I know by her muscles clenching around me and the mewls and moans falling from her lips that she’s chasing yet another orgasm.
I want this to be her best yet. I want to hear her scream my name as my cum coats her naked skin. It’s my duty to stimulate every inch of her possible, to prove to her how perfect we are together.
My lips kiss the side of her neck as her head falls back to rest against my chest.
“Scream my name again,” I say against her tender skin. “Scream it so every damn person in this place knows who you belong to.”
“No.”
My teeth scrape against her neck in disapproval of her answer. I pick up the pace, bracing her body against mine to keep her upright. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. As her spine arches, her pussy wraps even tighter around my cock. The feeling of her clinging to me so perfectly has me reaching the brink of my release. My spine tingles as I pump into her faster and faster, desperate to be sent over the edge.
“One more, baby,” I growl next to her ear. “One more to prove just how fucking wrecked you are for me like I am you.”
“Beck!” she screams. Her nails bite into the back of my neck as she comes all over my cock. This time, I can feel the proof of her arousal drip down my shaft. That feeling coupled with her screaming my name is what does me in.
Now knowing she’s come again, I pull out of her. She falls into the comforter, moans still ricocheting from her chest as she comes down from her orgasm. Grabbing onto her ankle, I flip her body over until I can see that perfect face of hers.
My hand falls to my cock, pumping up and down until hot liquid spills out. I watch as it coats her body, her eyes wide and lustful as she watches the proof of my desperation for her. I continue to work my shaft as I come back down. The entire time, Margo watches me with lust in her eyes.
I look down at my cum all over her. “You look good marked with the signs of how crazy you drive me.” I run my fingertip through drops of cum that sit between her thighs. I trail the wet finger up her inner thigh, stopping when I softly circle her swollen clit.
Margo jerks. “Beck, I can hardly move,” she whines. “As mind-blowing as those felt, I need like two seconds to recover.”
I smirk, pulling her body off the comforter and wrapping my arms around her. She shrieks with the sudden movement. “I’m going to get you all dirty,” she says against my chest.
My fingers move her tangled hair out of her face. I brush my thumb over her flushed cheek. “I don’t give a damn about that,” I mutter, taking in her utter beauty. I’ve always thought she was breathtakingly stunning, but I hadn’t imagined how much she’d take my breath away after she’d been thoroughly fucked.
I’m lost in my mind thinking how it’s a view I could get way too used to when she pulls away from me. Her knees sit on either side of my hips as she straddles me. My still erect cock pushes up against her wetness, but I know she needs a break, so I don’t press anything.
It doesn’t stop me from still leaning in and sealing her lips to mine. The kiss is slow and drawn out, the both of us tired from the tension between us finally snapping. Her tongue brushes against mine, her fingers finding the nape of my neck.
Somehow the kiss now feels more intimate than anything we just did. I’ve never kissed a woman after sex. Most of the time I preferred not to even look at a woman after we’d slept together. I didn’t find it necessary. I wasn’t interested in small talk after. I didn’t want them to take me speaking, or looking at them, as interest in ever doing it again. Women in my circle were great at misinterpreting things. They spun and twisted reality into a warped truth of their own.
I’d thought I’d been doing the right thing by never sleeping with the same woman twice. I’d thought it was the gentleman thing to do to make it seem like I was never making them false promises, but it’d been the fact that I’d been seen with numerous different women—some I’d never ever slept with—that got me in the situation with Margo in the first place. Not that I’m going to complain about it. In fact, I might send the author of the article that was supposed to expose me as some terrible playboy billionaire some flowers as a thank you.