“Trust me, Daph, that was all for me,” I said. I loved making her cheeks red, making her eyes shine with satisfaction, and making her shudder with release. It was the greatest pleasure of my life these days.
My cock nudged against her entrance, hot, throbbing, so damn eager to sink into her warm, sweet core. But my mind wasn’t quite there.
I kissed her, relishing in the emotions swelling inside me, gleefully drowning in the deep connection pulsing between us.
Daphne was everything I’d ever wanted.
Not my casino. Not my money. Financial wealth wasn’t what I’d been searching for all that time. I’d just been confused and misguided.
What I’d always wanted was this.
A strong, vibrant connection with this beautiful woman who’d opened something inside me that I never knew I had. Daphne made me feel like I could take on the world and win.
With her by my side, I realized I’d already won.
Anything that mattered was mine now.
Daphne was mine.
My tongue swirled around hers, our kiss deepening as I shifted my hips and let my cock sink into her. I moaned into her mouth, the velvety slide of her pussy against my shaft sending fireworks of pleasure shooting off inside my brain, threatening to send me crashing over the edge way before I was ready to.
I took my time.
I pushed forward until I was completely inside her, her heat enveloping me deliciously. Her thighs widened, then wrapped around my hips, pulling me in even closer. I lingered for a moment, needing to feel surrounded by her, craving this closeness, the closest we could possibly get.
“I need this, beauty,” I rasped, my cock buried to the hilt in her soaked, pulsing heat. I didn't want a performance. I wanted her soul.
I grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the furs, and drove into her with a rhythmic, brutal intensity that made the world outside the safe house vanish.
“Fuck, Daphne ... you’re milking me dry,” I hissed, my jaw tight as her internal walls clamped around me. I looked down at her—flushed, beautiful, and utterly mine. “Tell me whose brand you’re wearing. Tell me who you’re choosing.”
Her eyes snapped open, gold clashing with my dark gaze. “Yours,” she gasped, the word a broken prayer. “I choose you, Thal. Always you.”
Her words spurred me on, my cock twitching inside her. I raised my hips, my cock pulling out inch by inch, until I slid back inside. Tiny golden threads of lust wound their way through mybody, leaving me breathless and throwing all intentions of going slow out of my mind completely.
I pulled out again, then slid back in, the gasp coming from her mouth encouraging me more.
“Yes, Thal, harder!” she cried out, her eyes wide with excitement. “Fuck me, beauty. Please? I want everything you’ve got.”
She had no idea what she was asking for.
Passion rolled over me like a wave crashing against the shore, my body on fire for her now that she was on the tip of my cock. I thrust in and out of her, each stroke harder, each slam faster, until she was crying out with each blow.
She opened her thighs so I could have better access, and I growled at her movement, my cock slamming harder and deeper with every thrust. Delicious waves of pleasure overwhelmed me, my cock swelling with every passing moment.
Her hands found my ass, squeezing before traveling over my skin, her fingernails scraping against me and sending shivers straight to my cock. Her gaze crashed into mine as I slammed into her, our electric connection flowing between us, unbreakable, unending.
“Fuck, Daphne, I’m going to come, baby. You’re driving me crazy,” I hissed, trying to hold back.
I wanted to fuck her forever, feel the walls of her hot cunt sliding against my hard shaft. But I knew I’d never be able to do that.
She was too beautiful.
Too sexy.
Too sensual.
I loved her way too much to last forever.
