The added friction sends me over the edge, harder than the first, my vision blurring as I scream his name. My pussy spasms wildly, clamping down on him like a vise, and I collapse forward, shaking.
Only then does he let go, his hands bruising my hips as he thrusts up savagely a few more times.
"Fuck, yes. Take my cum. I’m gonna fill you up, mark you inside."
“Please,” I moan. I didn’t think I could still feel anything, not with how thoroughly he’s used me this morning, but fuck me, I might come again just from this.
He roars, burying deep, and finally erupts, hot spurts painting my walls. His body shudders beneath me, cock pulsing with each release.
I come again. I don’t know how, but I do. I’m not moaning anymore—I’m screaming. As he chases his release inside me and his cock keeps spilling into me, hot and thick, marking me as his.
Then we're both spent, panting in unison.
I slump against his chest, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close as we catch our breath. His cock softens inside me, but he doesn't pull out, content to stay connected.
"You're perfect," he whispers, kissing my temple. "So fucking perfect."
We lie there, tangled and sated, the morning stretching lazily before us.
For the first time in forever, I feel truly safe.
14
MATTEO
The week blurs into a haze of unrelenting hunger.
Rose and I fuck like animals in heat, claiming every corner of the mansion as our playground. I can't get enough of her—her soft curves, her gasps, the way she yields to me. By day three, it's a frenzy, my cock buried in her at every opportunity.
Monday morning, I drag her back to the library where it all began. She's bent over the desk, skirt hiked up, no panties as per my rule now. I spank her ass cheeks red, watching them jiggle, then spread her legs and slam into her pussy from behind.
"Take it, little flower," I growl, pounding hard, books rattling on the shelves.
She claws at the wood, moaning my name as I reach around to rub her clit.
She comes with a sob, walls gripping me tight, and I pull out to paint her thighs with my load, marking her skin.
That afternoon, in the sun-drenched gardens, I pin her against the stone fountain. The water splashes cool on our heated bodies as I lift her leg over my hip and thrust into herstanding. Birds chirp obliviously while I fuck her slow and deep, her back arching against the rough stone.
"Feel that? You're dripping for me out here, where anyone could see," I whisper filthily in her ear.
She bites her lip to stifle cries, but when I pinch her nipples through her blouse, she shatters, soaking my cock. I follow, grinding deep, filling her with hot spurts that leak down her legs as we catch our breath amid the roses.
Tuesday evening, the dining hall becomes our feast. I seat her on the long oak table, pushing plates aside, and bury my face between her thighs. She tastes like sin, her pussy slick and swollen from the day's teasing texts I sent. I lick her folds relentlessly, sucking her clit until her hips buck wildly.
"Come on my tongue, baby. Flood my mouth," I demand, fingers plunging inside her.
She screams, thighs clamping my head, and I lap up every drop before flipping her over. I take her ass cheeks in my hands, spreading them, and drive my cock into her pussy again, the table creaking under us. Her orgasm milks me dry, cum dripping onto the polished wood.
By Wednesday, we're insatiable. In the kitchen mid-morning, I hoist her onto the marble counter, her legs wrapped around my waist. I fuck her fast and rough, the slap of skin echoing off the tiles.
"Such a greedy little cunt, always ready for my dick," I grunt, biting her shoulder.
She comes twice, nails raking my back, before I explode inside her, our mingled fluids slicking the counter.
Thursday night, the east wing hallway sees me pressing her against the wall, hiking her nightgown up. I drop to my knees, eating her out right there, her hands fisting my hair as she grinds on my face. Juices coat my chin when she peaks, and I stand, freeing my cock to plunge into her still-quivering pussy. I holdher up by the ass, bouncing her on me until I shoot ropes of cum deep, her walls fluttering around me.
Friday, we fuck in the greenhouse, surrounded by her beloved plants.
