Her back arches off the table, eyes rolling back as she shatters around me. “Beckham, fuck, I'm coming!”
Her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock as she comes, and I can’t hold back.
“Fuck, I'm going to fill this tight little cunt up,” I growl, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust. “Going to mark you from the inside. Make you remember who you belong to every time you feel my cum dripping down your thighs.”
Her eyes widen at my filthy words, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' as another wave hits her. I feel her fluttering around me, squeezing me, begging for what only I can give her.
I roar as I empty myself inside her, my release so intense my vision blurs at the edges. My hips jerk uncontrollably, pinning her to the table as I flood her with my cum. I collapse forward, pushing her down with my weight, my chest heaving against hers.
“Dios mío,” she mumbles, her voice barely audible. “Tan bueno...por favor...no pares nunca...”
Gripping her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I force her to look at me. Her eyes are hazywith pleasure, lips parted and swollen from my kisses. For all the filth and possession of the last few minutes, something else stirs in my chest.
I press my lips against hers in a surprisingly gentle kiss, so very different from the bruising way I've claimed the rest of her body. Her mouth yields beneath mine, soft and pliant, and I swear I can taste her surrender on my tongue.
When I finally pull back, removing my weight from her body, she whimpers at the loss of contact. I stand between her spread thighs, watching as I slowly withdraw from her body. My cock slides out inch by inch, glistening with the evidence of both our pleasure. Her cunt spasms around my shaft, pink and swollen, desperately trying to keep me inside. When I finally slip free, a trickle of my cum follows, leaking from her onto the polished conference table.
“Look at that,” I murmur, running my thumb through the mess between her legs, gathering some of my release before pressing it back inside her. “Marked. Claimed. Mine.”
She shivers at the covetous gesture, her eyes never leaving my own.
“Don't move,” I command, stepping back just enough to loosen my silk tie.
She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, still sprawled open on the conference table, her chest rising and falling with each breath. My gaze never leaves the sight of my release trickling from her swollen center as I pull the tie from around my neck with a soft hiss of fabric.
“What are you—” she starts, but her words die in her throat as I run the smooth silk between my fingers.
“Spread your legs wider,” I growl, moving back between her thighs. “I'm not done with you yet.”
She complies immediately, her thighs trembling as sheopens herself further to me. I can see everything—her pink, puffy lips glistening with our combined arousal, my cum still seeping from her entrance.
“Perfect,” I mutter, folding the tie lengthwise before pressing one end against her opening. “You're going to keep my cum inside you. All of it. Where it belongs.”
Her eyes widen as she realizes what I'm doing, but instead of protest, I see her pupils dilate with fresh desire.
“Beckham,” she whispers, her voice cracking as I begin to work the silk into her pussy, inch by careful inch.
“Shhh,” I soothe, watching in fascination as her body accepts the makeshift plug. “Take it. Just like you took my cock. Just like you took my cum.”
The dark blue silk disappears inside her, leaving just enough hanging out for it to be retrieved later. I press my palm flat against her mound, feeling the slight bulge where the fabric fills her.
“Now you're really mine,” I tell her, my voice rough with possession. “Walking around with my cum plugged inside you, feeling it with every step. A constant reminder of who you belong to.”
She moans, her hips lifting slightly against my hand. “That's so dirty,” she whispers, but I can see how much it turns her on.
“You love it,” I say, leaning down to brush my lips against hers. “Knowing you're carrying a part of me inside you. Knowing that later tonight, when you pull this tie out of your tight little cunt, it's going to be soaked with both of us.”
I press two fingers against the end of the tie, pushing it slightly deeper, watching her gasp as it shifts inside her.
“Stand up,” I order, stepping back to give her room. “I want to see you try to walk.”
She slides off the table on shaky legs; her dress falling back down to cover her.
But we both know what's hidden underneath.
My tie, my cum, the pussy that’s mine.
I don’t care if the whole damn world hates me for touching her. I’ll still ruin anyone who even thinks about taking her from me, even if I only ever have tonight.
