She gasps, “He’ll hear.”
“Then you best be quiet, princess, because I am going to fuck you now.”
Before she has a chance to answer, I release her hands, grasp her hips and spin her around.
“No other man gets to touch you, princess,” I flip the back of her dress up, my hand instantly falling to the firm globes of her ass, “Tell me who you belong to.”
“Y-you,” She stutters out, pushing back on my hand when I move it between her legs, forcing them to widen.
“That’s fucking right,” I growl, slipping my fingers beneath her panties, finding her soaked for me. “So damn wet, Marly.”
She moans as I tease a finger at her entrance, pushing back even further to penetrate herself on it.
“Hush baby,” I warn her, “We don’t want your brother catching on.”
“Please, River,” She moans.
“For you?” I release her only to shove at my own pants, freeing my aching cock as I push her panties to the side, bend my knees, line myself up with her and slam forward. “Always.”
I’m quick to get my hand across her mouth, stifling her cry.
“Shh,” I soothe, thrusting hard, jerking her hips with each rough slide of my cock. I watch myself as I fuck her, sinking in deep, her skin turning red from where my hand holds her tight. Shewhimpers behind my palm, her knees shaking. Fuck, she takes me so damn well, all of me.
“You’re made for me, Marly,” I tell her, slowing my hips, wanting to drag this out for as long as I can.
I slide my hand away from her mouth, moving it down to her throat where I squeeze and bring her back to me, forcing her spine to my chest and bend my knees to keep the pace. Her head thumps on my shoulder, her breathy whimpers at my ear.
I cannot get enough of her.
Keeping her against me, one hand on her throat, I use the other to press against her swollen clit, teasing it in tight circles.
“Do you want to come?” I nip her neck with my teeth.
“Please,” She whispers.
I move my fingers faster, keeping the rhythm to build her up until I can feel her start to spasm against me, clenching my cock.
“Don’t scream, Marly,” I warn her, “Be quiet.”
“God,” She whispers as she detonates, and her teeth sink into her lower lip to stifle her cry. She comes apart so prettily, her pleasure is an artist’s dream.
My orgasm chases hers, the pleasure zapping down my spine and I have to sink my own teeth into her shoulder to stop myself as I empty into her, the pleasure ready to bring me to my knees.
I rest my brow against her shoulder as I catch my breath, slipping from her body only to realize I didn’t wear a fucking condom!
“Shit,” I hiss, “I didn’t – I’m sorry, I forgot to put a condom on.”
She lets out a deep breath, straightening until her dress falls back in place and then leans on the wall, “It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”
“I didn’t ask,” I cringe, “Fuck, Marly, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She repeats softly and takes a minute to catch her breath before she pushes off the wall and heads toward her ensuite. “I need to take a shower.”
I nod even though she can’t see me.
“Will you stay?” She asks.
“Yes, princess.”
