Fiona was standing gloriously naked in front of me and since I was only wearing the pair of lounge pants, I had them shoved down and her legs wrapped around my waist before I even had her back pressed up against the wall.
I knew she was sore and swollen, but that didn’t stop me. Maybe that made me a complete asshole, but I could always justify my actions towards her by reminding myself that she just simply made me crazy.
My cock was so hard that when I went to ram myself inside of her, it forced her to open and take me. “Damien!” Fiona threw her head back and, like a man dying of thirst, I latched onto her exposed neck taking her skin in between my teeth and marking the fuck out of her.
She had random bruises, bite marks, and hickeys all over her body from last night, but I had made an effort to leave her neck untouched because I respected her position as a business owner and example to her employees. But the act of Fiona opening her body to me not a minute after she asked me to stop being nice to her had me all fucked up.
She had me all fucked up.
Just her existence has been wreaking havoc on my mental and emotional stability since we were fucking five goddamn years old!
Fiona didn’t pull away or ask me to stop marking her, so I sucked on her neck as I pounded my cock into her swollen tightness. I could vaguely hear her body slam repeatedly against the wall every time I pushed into her, but again, she wasn’t asking me to stop or protesting about any pain she may be feeling, so I kept attacking her body with mine.
“Damien, don’t stop. I’m close. Please, don’t stop,” she begged me, and the sound of her breathless pleas had me nearing the edge with her. I dreamed of this.
“Take it, baby. Just keep taking my cock.” I held off long enough to feel her heat start clenching around me, making me feel like I was man enough for her.
I wasn’t ashamed to admit that when we were naked, my masculinity was directly tied to whether or not Fiona climaxed. My obsession demanded that she be so sexually satisfied that it would never occur to her that another man could give her something I couldn’t. I had no problem with her telling anyone that would listen that I was a cold, heartless bastard of a dick. But there’s no way she’d be able to say I didn’t satisfy her in bed and not be lying.
“Oh, God, I’m cumming!” she screeched, and I followed immediately after.
We stayed as we were for a few seconds as we both came down off our highs. I reluctantly pulled out of her and placed her on her feet. I didn’t miss the wince on her face as I did.
I pulled up my pants and then I picked up the offending bag that had fallen at her feet. Grabbing her hand, I walked into the bathroom and, after placing the bag on the counter, I pulled out the bottle of bubble bath I had bought her. I made my way over to the oversized tub and ran the water as hot as I thought would be bearable and then poured some of the bubble bath in.
When I turned around to place the bottle on the counter, I noticed Fiona looking at me with that constant stunned expression on her face. “What’s the matter, Halloween?”
She shook her head. “Nothing,” came her low whisper. I ran my eyes over her body and I counted it as a small victory that she was comfortable enough to stand before me completely naked.
God, I loved her body. She was everything I wanted my woman to be. She was soft with tits I could get lost in for days. Her stomach wasn’t six abs flat, but it was flat enough that I could watch her tits bounce as I ate her pussy. She had wide hips that could take a pounding, and thick thighs that held on tight when she wrapped them around me. Fuck, I’ve been craving this body of hers since we were thirteen and, now that I had it, I would do everything in my power to keep it.
I grabbed her by her hand again and walked her over to the tub. I removed my pants and got in first. I stared up at her until she