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His cock stretches and fills me, my hands gripping his shoulder as I rise and fall on him. He kisses the base of my throat, moaning into my skin as the sounds of our fucking fills the room. Nothing on the planet compares to this—nothing.
“That’s right, princess. Be a good girl and fuck your monster. Fuck the man that hurts you and makes you come.” His words unleash something inside of me.
Something foreign and impulsive. Suddenly, I’m riding him hard and fast, bouncing on his cock as my fingernails bite into his shoulders, aggressive grunts leaving my lips. My pussy opens around him, swallowing him deep and pulling at him with each tilt of my hips. When he leans forward to bite at my nipple, I rear back and slap him. I slap him hard across the face with his cock nudged against my cervix, the air around us thick with both violence and passion. He stills for a moment, his hands wrapped hard around my hips as we stay locked together, staring and breathing wildly. One of his hands moves quickly, wrapping tightly around my throat as he growls like a beast below me.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he barks, moving my hip with his other hand, urging me to continue fucking him.
So I do. I rise and fall on him, fucking him at a furious pace as animalistic sounds leave our mouths and fill the air. His thumb presses against my pulse while his other hand moves away from my hip. He brings two fingers to my mouth then, pressing them hard against my lips.
“Spit.” He orders, allowing space for my mouth to open so that I can do what he asks.
When I wet his fingertips, he pulls his hand away and brings it around me, pressing those wet fingertips against the star of my ass as soon as he spreads my cheeks open. My eyes widen and my movements slow, anxiety filling me. He seems to sense this because as soon as I react, he shushes me with a soft kiss, his grip around my throat loosening.
“Easy, Lori. Just relax and let me in,” he whispers, circling my anus with those wet fingers just as I sink back down on his cock.
A rush of air leaves my chest when I rise, my mind ordering my body to relax before I bring my hips back down. When I do, one of his fingers breaches that tight entrance and instead of pain, there’s only a slight pinch of discomfort. After that… it’s nothing but pure, unapologetic bliss.
“Marco!” I cry, my movements frenzied now as I fuck him, my pussy wetter than it’s ever been before.
“I know, baby. I know,” he says against my cheek, his finger pushing and retreating at a gentle pace, contrast to the wild fucking that I’m giving him.
My orgasm more than threatens me now, it overtakes me. It slams against me with all of its force, a scream tearing from my lips as I break apart around him, his cock swelling inside of me now. When he comes, it’s right at the end of it and it’s just as strong, nearly taking the both of us out with its force.
His finger slowly eases out of my ass, his hand falling away from my throat as I collapse against his fully clothed body, a series of giggles shaking my body as I rest my forehead against his chest.
“Is something amusing you, princess?” He asks, his hand tangling in my hair as I laugh against him.
I pull back and look at him, leaning forward to kiss his lips before I speak.
“You’re probably going to need to change,” I say, biting my lip as he growls and yanks me forward, our noses pressed together as we breathe each other in.
“I have half the mind to stay in these pants all day. Thinking of you, smelling you,” he says, biting my lip before sucking it into his mouth, his cock still hard inside of me.
“I need a bath,” I whisper against him, hoping for some reason that he comes with me.
To my surprise, he rises from the chair, my legs wrapped around him as he gets up and walks to the bathroom. He pulls out of me slowly, setting me down on the bathroom sink before he turns to the large, marble tub. He squirts a bottle of something into it, turning on the water and allowing it to fill. The air fills with the scent of vanilla and as he turns to face me, all I can think of is how badly I want to undress him.
My hands reach out, pulling his shirt from his pants and over his head, exposing his solid and warm chest. I lean forward and kiss each of his pectorals, my tongue circling his nipple as he groans. He pushes his pants and underwear down his lean hips, the sound of his belt hitting the floor before he steps out of them and closer to me. Just when his lips reach mine and I think he’s about to kiss me again, he grabs my thighs and wraps them around his waist, carrying me to the tub before he steps in, gently easing us into the warm, soapy water.
He turns me, my legs moving away as he rests my back against his chest, my body molded in between his strong legs. We sit like this for a while, breathing each other inside the warm tub, a peaceful stillness around us. I try not to let myself become overwhelmed with anxiety because this is a very different side of him that I haven’t seen before. Usually, he leaves me pretty abruptly, but right now, leaving seems like the last thing that either of us want to do.
Especially when he gathers suds and brings them to my hair, washing it gently with his strong fingertips, a sigh of contempt leaving me as he works his expert thumbs into my scalp. I hum my approval and he chuckles behind me, his arm reaching over me to turn on the faucet so that he can rinse the soap from my hair with fresh water. When he shuts it back off, he lays me against him, his hands now working into my neck and shoulders, my eyes nearly rolling into the back of my head from the pleasure of his skin against mine.
He grabs more handfuls of suds and brings them around to my breasts, kneading them softly as I moan and press my ass into him, his lips pressing against the side of my face as he massages my chest and licks at my cheek. I’m surrounded by him and even though I should be on high alert, I find it impossible to feel anything other than bliss.
He takes his time and slowly washes the rest of my body, holding and caressing me like the gentlest lover, someone I never thought him to be. And when he’s done and leans back against the tub, he pulls me with him, allowing me to rest against his hard and warm chest.
“I have an important meeting to go to tonight,” he says. After a while, my eyes closed as a hum of acknowledgement leaves me.
“My mother and a few guards will remain here. I’ll have her bring dinner to you later,” he says, my head turning against his chest as I look up at him now.
“Where are you going?” I ask, the words meant to stay in my head.
I don’t think it’s safe to ask him about his personal or business affairs. We’re only fucking and I’m his captive for Christ sake. It’s not like he owes me an answer, anyway.
“I have a meeting with a pretty important family this evening. Don’t worry, it’s not in regards to yours,” he says, reality breaking through this little bubble of bliss I’ve settled inside of.
I move away from him, the ample space in the tub allowing me to sit up and wrap my arms around my bent knees with only his ankles touching me now. I’ve done a great job at ignoring the situation my family has been put through, ignoring them as a whole. It makes me feel like an awful daughter, but thinking of them only makes my time here even worse. Quite frankly, the only thing that makes time here tolerable is fucking the man that brought me here.
