A slap. Not a hard one. But one that made me actually cum again. I was surprised myself, especially considering he still didn’t stop.
“Marlon…”
“You done?”
“Y-Yes.”
And he stopped immediately. When he pulled out I almost collapsed but he caught me, turning me to face him with the same blank expression.
I was out of breath.
He took my face in his hand and looked me over.
“Did you…cum?” I asked.
“Not yet.”
Damn, I almost felt bad.
“You need water,” he continued. “And you gotta eat something.”
“Okay.”
But he didn’t let me go. He just looked down at me. “Remember back in New York, when I did what I did to you and you left?”
“Yeah.”
“How do you feel about it now? Would you stay?”
“Depends.”
He squeezed my face ‘til my lips puckered. “Straight answers, Rabbit. Depends on what?”
I swallowed. “What you’d do if I said I still want more.”
He smiled again. But this one was more pleased with himself than anything. He let my face go but still kept me close.
“Spread your legs. I got something for you.”
I didn’t even question it.
Instead of cumming inside me like I thought he would, he came in my panties,while keeping eye contact the entire time.
I had to bite my lip as I watched the expressions change in his face from blank to passionate, painting the fabric until it was coated in white.
Then, he quickly pulled them up, sealing it to my dripping core.
“I want you smelling like me for the rest of the day,” he demanded as he tucked his dick away in his briefs. “Just in case you have any desires to act out on that stupid fucking idea of fucking any man here tonight, I hope they don’t mind you dripping in my kids.”
Back in the real world,we went our separate ways. I felt his warm ejaculation running down my legs and his eyes on me as I walked in front of him, into the golf cart shuttle.
He kept his eyes on me as we drove off and then stalked back into his office in silence.
When I got back to the group with the newly acquired bottle, I was dazed.
It got hard to focus after that.
Every time I blinked, I was in the dark with him pushing into me again. It was torture to be without him in me.
