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"Good. Because I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck you hard and deep and make you scream."
He starts to move, his cock sliding in and out of me, his pace increasing with each thrust. I know, deep in my bones, that this is more than sex. It’s more than fucking or even making love. This is a claiming, pure and simple. I know, with startling clarity, that I'll never be the same after this.
The sound of our bodies joining and the scent of our sex fill the air, and it's intoxicating. He's so deep inside me, and I can feel him throbbing, his cock growing even harder as he gets closer to his release.
“I can’t wait to feel you come.” He ducks his head down and captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding deep. He breaks the kiss long enough to add, “And I can’t wait to fill you with my come. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “I really want it.”
Brian hitches one of my legs over his shoulder, angling his body so his cock is entering me at a different angle than before. He’s going deeper than ever, and each time he pushes inside, he hits some secret spot inside me that feels so good I’m seeing stars. Everything narrows down to the pistoning of his hips and the way my orgasm is coiling inside of me, ready to snap at any moment.
With my hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, I start to spiral. Brian fucks me hard and deep again and again and again, and before I can take another breath, an orgasm so intense that it makes me scream hits me hard.
Every nerve in my body is firing, every muscle tightening and releasing, my pussy gripping Brian’s cock over and over. It’s ecstasy. It’s heaven.
Then, he groans, his thrusts going unsteady. His cock twitches, and then he's coming, his seed spilling deep inside me. It's a strange sensation but a welcome one, and I whimper as he fills me, dragging my own climax on even further.
We're both panting and sweaty, and he nearly collapses on top of me, his body warm and heavy.
"God, baby. That was amazing." His lips brush against my neck.
I hum in exhausted agreement, still too stunned to speak.
He rolls off me, pulling me close. "Don't worry, baby. There's plenty more where that came from. I'll make sure you're satisfied every single time."
I can only hope he's right. What he just did…it could get addicting. Even as I drift off asleep, I find myself vibrating with anticipation for the next time.
Morning dawns slowly, and while Brian isn’t in bed with me, there’s a bouquet of red roses and a note waiting instead.
It read, Good morning, baby girl. You've got the week off, but if you feel so inclined, you can do some remote working starting tomorrow. Don't forget to send me the email from the stalker.
I'm sending a driver to come and take you back to your apartment to get clothes for a week like I said, and afterwards, to the spa. You can get everything you want, baby. I've already given them my card.
I figured you might be a little sore after last night, but I don't plan on letting you get much rest. So make sure they get you nice and relaxed.
See you tonight for dinner.
Brian
The butterflies are back in my stomach, fluttering fast and furious. No one has ever treated me like this, so sweet and caring. A girly little part of me wants to roll over and kick my feet in the air. A spa day! I've never even been to a spa before. It's not cheap, and being a poor college student, it's not an option.
Though it doesn't take me too long to realize I better get on up. I don't want to keep Brian's driver waiting. As I slip out of bed, I'm completely aware of every move I make because almost all my muscles are sore. Brian worked my entire body over and made me reach a level of ecstasy I didn't think was possible.
I take my time showering. I wash and rinse my hair and body slowly. It feels good to have this kind of luxury. It's so warm and relaxing. For now, I'm going to try to just live in this moment.
Once the water turns cold and I step out of the shower, I dry off and put on a hoodie and yoga pants. That's as good as it's gonna get. I finger-comb my hair and throw it up in a messy bun. When I step out of the bedroom, the scent of fresh coffee and bacon is strong, calling for me to follow. I go into the kitchen to find a nicely dressed woman putting food on the plate.
"Hi," she says as she glances at me. "Where would you like to eat this morning?"
"Just here. Thanks," I tell her, feeling just a little bit awkward. Does Brian really have a cook on staff?
“Very well.” She starts to load a plate with the breakfast food, looking at me out of the corner of her eye. “My name is Mila. I’m Mr. Beckett’s housekeeper and occasional cook. He told me you’ll be staying here for a week or so. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
"Okay." I walk up beside her, grab my plate, and hop up onto the stool there at the breakfast bar.
Wow. Having live-in staff is a new level of wealth I didn’t think I’d ever encounter. I make sure to give her a polite smile, assuming it might be a bad idea to have her think ill of me.
The first bite of eggs is spectacular. They are creamy, cheesy, and perfect. It’s almost a shock to my system. It’s so much richer and more delicious than the basic groceries I’ve been buying for myself. I don’t even consider calories either. I'm eating it all.
