"I can't!"
"Yes, you can. God, I love this pussy, so pink and succulent. It's like a beautiful flower opening to me." His words and his tongue are working me as no one ever has.
He moves back up to my clit and swirls his tongue around it but doesn’t touch it. I feel like I'm having an out-of-body experience. He growls against me and I grab his head to pull him to my clit. When he latches on, he sucks on it so hard I think I see stars. I start screaming his name repeatedly, and I hear myself change languages. The next sound that reaches my ears is the chair scraping against the floor and falling as he stands. He enters me in one long thrust. I cry out again and he groans.
"Look at us, baby. See that cock so far in you and you opening for it. That cock owns you. That cock owns this pussy. You hear me." He leans down to lick and suck on my breasts. I know he's marking me, I feel his teeth against my skin. There will never be another for me after this.
I can't believe how easy it was for him to breach my walls. He rises up and starts thrusting into me harder. The table scrapes along the wood flooring. I look down at where he's in me and come again from the erotic sight. I'm still screaming his name at the top of my lungs when he comes with a roar. He actually roared. Holy hell, I'm so turned on. He falls onto my chest, his breathing is labored.
"Baby, did I hurt you?" His gentle but breathy words have me looking into his eyes and smiling.
"No, not at all. We do need to talk about this possessive streak of yours though." I laugh at him.
"Baby, don't make fun of me when my cock's in you." For emphasis, he flexes his hips, making me groan.
"Okay, you win. This time." He pulls out and both of us whimper at the loss.
We spend the rest of the afternoon making love on many more surfaces. I don't know if I can stop my heart from falling now. His bout of jealousy has him marking me everywhere. He leaves love bites and hickeys on my breasts and thighs. As we get ready for dinner, I'm laughing at him and his caveman ways.
"Honey, it’s good you only marked me where people can't see."
"Sorry, baby, just the thought of those two wankers has me all wonky."
"I told you, don't worry. It’s just you." I lean up to kiss him. He bends down and claims my lips. My cell phone buzzes from the other room. I walk over to grab it and gasp at the picture.
I then notice the unknown number.
"What's up, baby?" he asks from behind me. "Holy shit! Is that your flat?"
"Yes. Just a moment, I need to call Derek." I dial the number.
"Hey, sexy girl, how is London? I didn't expect to hear from you already. Did Dad meet up with you yet? I told him you wouldn't like the surprise?—"
"Where are you?" I don't have time to play, someone has been in my space.
"At work. Why?"
"Get a team and head to my condo. Someone broke in and left me a present. I'm calling your dad now."
"Son of a bitch! I'll take care of it and change all the codes. I'll also file the reports. You know this will come out now."
"I know, but I can't have my space invaded like this again. Thank you, Derek." I hang up and drop my head. I need to get this asshole. I dial Greg's number next.
"It just escalated. Someone broke into my condo again and left me a buttload of roses. Derek is on his way with a team. It's going to come out. I'm sorry."
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asks.
"No, Duncan’s here. He saw the picture. I'll call you back later." I hang up.
"Want to tell me what's going on? And what this is?" Duncan asks. I know he heard most of the conversation.
"I'd like to say no, but I need to go to a hotel now. I won’t put you in danger. I've had a stalker for a while now."
"A what? How long?"
"About six months, but honestly I've had one since my parents were killed."
"Bloody hell, Maya, why didn't you tell me?"
