her hips and scooted her ass to the edge of the counter. I had to bend my knees a bit to make my cock align with her cunt, but I didn’t mind. As long as I was inside her I didn’t mind whatever I had to do to get there.
“Damie-Oh, God!”
I stopped whatever she was about to say by slamming my cock into her hot heat. She braced her hands on the counter on either side of her and threw her head back so hard I’m surprised the mirror didn’t shatter behind her. I wanted it to shatter. I wanted her home destroyed in the evidence of my possession of her body. I wanted her house to look like a tornado came through it.
The more that image ran through my mind, the harder I fucked her. I placed my hands on the inside of her thighs and pushed them back, so she was spread impossibly wide open for me. My gaze left her face, and I looked down at my cock splitting her pussy open over, and over with each thrust.
I reached one hand behind her neck and forced her towards me, so I could plunder her mouth with my tongue. She opened her mouth despite her reservations a few minutes ago and I drank from her.
Christ, I never wanted to stop kissing this woman.
Ever.
I felt her hands grab a hold of my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin. I could feel the steam from the shower beginning to envelop us as I drove faster and deeper inside her. I grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her head back to open her neck to me. I began kissing her jaw, working my way down. “I will always want you, Fiona. There isn’t anything you can do that will put an end to my craving for you. Your pussy was made for my cock, baby.”
She let out a defenseless whimper as I bit down on her skin. I stopped trying to respect her position as a business owner after the first hickey I bit into her neck. I’ll just buy her a closet full of scarves. Problem solved.
“We’re not getting in that shower until you cum on my cock, baby. So, if you still want there to be some hot water left, I suggest you hurry this along.”
“Oh, God...”
I made my way up to her ear and whispered, “Play with your pussy, Halloween. Dance those delicate little fingers over that hard, hot clit of yours, baby.” I picked up the pace because the image I was painting was sending tingles down my spine.
She jerked back and looked up at me. Her chest was heaving, her body was sweating and her eyes were clouded with everything she wanted to do, but was too embarrassed.
I slammed into her hard and deep and kept myself still inside her. “Fiona, baby, before these six months are done, there isn’t anything that I wouldn’t have done to you or with you. I plan on doing every dirty, filthy, unholy thing I have ever fantasized about doing to you. So, believe me when I say, you playing with your pussy is going to be the least of our offenses.”
I leaned in and kissed her soft, perfect lips and started pumping my steel back into her softness. “I’m going to make you love every deliciously depraved thing I do to you because I’m going to make you love me.”
Fiona threw her had back again and came so hard around my cock I thought the tight grip of her pussy was going to snap my dick off. “Fuuuck!”
“Damien!” I watched in pride and self-male gratification as Fiona’s body twitched and thrashed about on the counter. The vision brought out the insane idea that I could sell my shares of G&C to Will and do nothing but live off the interest of my millions while I spent every waking minute I had inside this fucking woman.
I would never misjudge an addict again for the rest of my life.
I fucked her through her orgasm, not letting up one bit. If I couldn’t get her to love me, I would do my best to make her addicted to me.
I picked her up and held her limp body to mine as I finally made our way to the shower. I pushed her back up against the tile wall and continued my assault on her pussy. She wrapped her arms around my neck and did her best to wrap me in