Stella, on the other hand, has always been different. From our first kiss, or maybe even when her father offered her virginity, I could see that she wasn’t trying to outmaneuver me.She didn’t want to overthrow me and steal what I’d sacrificed a childhood to create.
She only wanted out.
I’ve been letting her hurt me ever since.
“You didn’t pay for me,” she mutters, turning her face away from mine. “Technically, this is a free fuck.”
“Oh, it’ll cost. That I’m sure of.”
Clasping my hands on her hips, I use them for leverage, pulling her up as I drive into her. She buries her face into the bedding, each moan and grunt expelling from her lungs as if forced directly from them.
I smooth my palm down her spine, counting each groove, then wrap her soft hair around my fist and tug. If I could wrench my cock from her for a moment, I’d put the strands around my shaft, but right now I’m content to just touch them. “That’s it, baby. Give me all your noises. Let me know how good it feels to finally have me in you.”
“God, Leo?—”
“Which is it?” I ask, gritting my teeth in a pathetic attempt to hold off a little longer. Pressure rushes up my back, spiraling out of control as it heads for my dick. “GodorLeo? I’ll bet Mass never made you scream like this.”
She’s soaked in a heavy sheen of sweat, her pretty cunt coated in several layers of my spend—it’s too much for me to handle.
Stella squeals, and her body starts to arch away from the mattress as her orgasm approaches. I shift my weight, pinning her hips as I thrust in once, twice, and a third rough time. My own release chases the milking of her inner muscles; my groan is long and low, and I rock back, pulling out.
Keeping the crown of my dick against her, I watch as thick ropes of cum leak from her succulent hole, spurting still from mytip. Then I shove right back in, collapsing on top of her when the aftershocks have subsided.
We stay like that for a while. My heart thrashes inside my chest, against her shoulder blade, and I wait to see if she’ll try to buck me off and get away. She’s deflated, flattened out like a pancake on the bed, and still doesn’t move even when I roll off.
Gathering what strength I have left, I get up on shaky legs and trudge into the small connecting bathroom. It consists of just a porcelain sink, a broken mirror, a toilet, and a tiny shower stall, but I don’t need all that right now.
I turn on the faucet and fetch a washcloth from a little basket beside the sink, then let it warm in the spray. When I reenter the bedroom, Stella still hasn’t moved an inch. If not for the steady rise and fall of her back, I’d think I killed her.
She gasps when I press the washcloth to her swollen cunt, swatting half-heartedly as I clean her up.
“Thank you,” she says, rolling her head to the side. “I didn’t realize how sticky I’d be after.”
“Yes, I did make quite a mess of you.”And would like to continue doing that for the rest of our lives.I don’t say that part out loud, though, unwilling to break the quiet calm in the air around us.
Outside, the moon is high in the sky, illuminating parts of the room that the candles don’t reach. The property seems to be mostly empty now, as patrons have likely retreated to their rooms for the night.
She gets up to use the bathroom before quickly returning to the exact same position on the bed.
I toss the cloth to the floor and run my fingers over the curve of her ass, the dimples above it, and the ridges of her spine. There’s something magical about having her in this bed, surrounded by candlelight and flower petals, her skin red and swollen all over from my hands, mouth, and cock.
The way her hair spills in dark waves, like the endless ocean—and just as dangerously enticing.
I’m committing everything to memory this time. Just in case.
She peeks up at me. “Although this was my first time, I just want you to know that Rampion Core requires physicals every six months because of the hazardous work conditions. So…”
When she trails off, I nod my concurrence. “I would not have taken you bare if there were any cause for concern on my end either. Because of my father’s history of poor health, I get exams routinely. If you like, I can have the most recent one emailed over.”
She scans my face, silently contemplating. “Earlier, you said you’d been waiting seven years for this. Did you really mean that?”
My brows lift. “I scarcely even touched myself,stellina.There certainly wasn’t anyone else warming my bed.”
No one else would have ever measured up, just with the one taste I had of her. They’d never be able to reach the depths of my soul like she had in such a short time, even if I begged them to try.
She’s the only one I’d beg for anything.
“Okay,” she concedes, bending her arm and propping her head on her wrist. “I’m on the pill, by the way.”
