Sully's Fantasy - Pepper Winters Page 0,34

remained inside her. “Sully...please.”

“Please what?”

“Please have me. All of me.”

I swallowed the possession racing in my blood. “I already have. Every moment of our life together, I have you.”

“You know what I mean.”

I forced a smile through foggy lust. “What do you mean, dirty wife?”

“I mean fuck me. Hard. I want—”

I drove deep and quick, shutting her up, giving her what she asked for.

I did it again and again.

Using the vines and my own power, I ensured her body would feel every inch of mine for days to come.

“Yes.” She bowed in the creepers, submitting to everything I gave her.

She looked fucking amazing.

So trusting and loving. So sure in my affection and commitment to her.

It was that part that undid me the most.

I had her utterly at my mercy, but I didn’t need to because her trust gave me every power over her. Just like my trust in her was the most sacred and precious thing I’d ever done.

She’d taught me the meaning of the word.

She’d set me free.

I fucked her harder.

I couldn’t help it.

My love overflowed into violence.

Eleanor would always consume my thoughts.

From her regal bearing with her invisible crown to her debased and spread-eagled on my cock, I loved every facet of her.

She shivered as I suddenly shoved her forward and let her go, allowing gravity to pierce her onto me, sliding us together in a fierce impale.

“Oh, my God—” She gulped as her entire body fissured with longing.

The suddenness.

The tightness.

I struggled to stay standing. I buckled and clung to her, bending over her prone body to capture her mouth.

She moaned into my kiss, her tongue as eager as mine, her lips sweet and soft while mine attacked hers with rapidly dwindling control.

While I kissed her, my hips began to rock, fucking her the old-fashioned way, cursing the vines as they kept her weightless and swinging away from my thrusts.

I growled into her mouth and grabbed her breasts, holding her in place while I picked a punishing pace to rut into her.

Our kiss turned into nips and gasps.

Our flesh smacking.

Our lust evolving into a fierce, ferocious master.

I’d meant to prolong this. I’d wanted her in tears and begging for a release, but I couldn’t wait. I needed to spurt inside this woman. I needed that sweet connection of afterward.

Kissing her harder, I wrapped my arms around her and drove short, sharp, and punishingly into her.

She lost the ability to kiss me back. Her breasts bounced against my chest. The vines shuddered with my every rock. Her entire attention turned inward as I set off the chain reaction of her release.

Her every muscle clenched as I fucked her.

Her mouth opened wide and her legs snapped straight as she tumbled from coherent queen into a clenching, orgasming animal.

And I followed her.

I pulled away and used the swing of the vines to add depth to my thrusts. Pushing and pulling, thrusting and fucking, driving every inch deep within her to come.

My head fell back on the first splash.

My belly convulsed and my balls squeezed in pleasure that threatened to snap my legs in half.

Blackness descended over my vision, blocking out the fantasy as I focused entirely on Eleanor and the incredible link we shared.

It wiped me clean.

It deleted who I’d been before her.

I jerked as aftershocks kept ricocheting up my legs, blinking back stars as I glanced down at my wife.

Her grey gaze smoked with sated satisfaction. Her lips tilted into a lazy smile. “Welcome back.” Her body hung comfy and loose in the vines.

I winced as she wriggled, sending another few shards of bliss down my cock. “You broke me.”

She laughed gently, her inner muscles once again fisting me in delicious ways. “I think you broke both of us.”

“I wanted that to last longer.”

“No reason it can’t.” Her legs struggled to close, fighting against the vines’ entrapment. “Cinta isn’t done with us yet.”

I grinned, looking at where we stayed joined, drinking in the perfection of everything that I’d gained by earning her love. “You’re right. We have plenty of time to play.”

“We’re on holiday, after all.” She smiled.

“When you put it that way...” Gathering her close, I tugged her out of the vines’ embrace. “I know the perfect place for another playground.”

Tumbling into my arms, Eleanor didn’t object as I scooped her from the deck and marched toward the small bamboo walkway leading deeper into the trees.

This was an illusion. Well fabricated and carefully coded.

A place of absolute freedom.

A wonderland where reality wasn’t welcome, sex was unbelievable, and every moment