“Oh god,” she moans, “you make me feel so good. No one else has ever made me feel like this.”
I almost feel high from her words, and it spurs me on, grinding into her and sucking on her nipple.
“Tell me what you want, princess,” I ask, desperate to give her anything she needs.
“Fuck me.”
“Here?”
“Right now,” she demands, the look in her eyes almost feral as she says it.
I pull a condom out of my pocket, grateful that I’ve taken to carrying one everywhere with me. While I unzip my fly and roll the condom on, she’s lowering her jeans and facing the wall. I line myself up but before I can move, she looks back over her shoulder at me.
“Don’t be gentle,” she says, her voice needy and desperate as I thrust into her as hard as I can.
It doesn’t take me long to find my rhythm, fucking her relentlessly, all the while listening to her moan my name. With every thrust, my anger from before leaves me, instead I’m left with the knowledge that she’s mine, and that Alejandro will never have her. I grab her hair and pull her head back to me, claiming her neck and sucking. I know I’ll leave a hickey, but I don’t care, I need to mark her so everyone knows she’s mine.
“Fuck, Angel,” she moans, her hand is between her legs, rubbing and matching pace with my thrusts.
“You feeling good, princess?” I ask, and she whimpers in response. “Do you think he could make you feel this good?”
“No,” she pants.
“That’s right, he couldn’t. ‘Cause you’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she cries.
“Such a good girl.”
I’m getting close, and I know she can tell by how erratic my thrusts are getting.
“Are you gonna come on my cock for me, princess?”
“I’m so close.”
“Me too, come for me, Elizabeth.”
We both come together, it always feels incredible, I love the way she pulses around me and grips my cock. We stay there a moment, panting, letting ourselves come down from our highs.
I pull away to sort out the condom and when I look back, she’s inspecting her t-shirt.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I say, “I’ll buy you a new one.”
“Don’t worry,” she says, “it was hot, and now every time I wear it, I’ll think of you, fucking me like no one else can.”
I press her back into the wall to kiss her again, but she pushes me away playfully.
“Now the hickey on the other hand,” she says, pointing to her neck, “how am I supposed to hide this while working at the diner? What are you, a fucking teenager?”
We both laugh, grappling with each other as I try to hug her, but she keeps pushing me away.
“I couldn’t help myself, princess, I’m sorry.”
I use my body weight to pin her against the wall and place some kisses over the mark I made. Honestly, I’m not that sorry, seeing her marked as mine just feels right.
“Hmm,” she says, “I can’t be too mad, I suppose I’m partly to blame, telling you not to be gentle.”
“And it was so fucking sexy when you did.”
