"I made myself clean and ready for you daddy, she closed the distance between us and murmured every morning and night i have always imagined you doing this to me even while on the phone,
I always clenched it really tight and released it.
As she said the word her pussy performed the actions, until I'm panting into the space between us, shudder wracking my body.
"Fuck," you're going to get it now baby girl
All i can do now is make her loose her mind.
I shoved her legs opened as i have promised her.
"Look at you, with a body made to be fucked by me alone, then he puts one of his finger into her to let her adjust and then followed by another, his fingers tighten inside her,
Air vanished from my lungs in a single, ruthless second. My mouth parted, but all that escaped was a fractured gasp, fragile and helpless in the silence between us.
My fingers clawed into his arm—not to push him away, but to anchor myself, to keep from falling apart under the weight of him.
The pressure at my throat sent violent tremors through my body, each pulse igniting something deeper, tighter, coiling low inside me—sharp, dangerous, and unbearably consuming.
He watched me like I was drowning and he was the storm pulling me under, his eyes wild—hungry, obsessive, completely undone by the sight of me.
"Yeah," he snarled, the word rough and possessive, vibrating between us. "That's it… I can feel it. You're about to break, aren't you?"
I tried to nod, but the movement dissolved into trembling. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks, helpless and unstoppable, my body writhing beneath his gaze as if it alone held me captive.His cock slams into me, harder, deeper, each thrust timed with the purse of his hands on my throat.
"Stars exploded behind my eyes. The lack of air, the weight of him, the claims of his cock, it's too much, my pussy tighten around him, trembling and shaking then I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me violently and raw, my body spasm under him, I cried against his chest as he let go of my throat and place the hands on my big breast, his mouth was on the right while his fingers pinches the left, i could feel the pressure building up again.
He didn't stop he keep fucking me through it, growing in my ears.
"You came from my hand and mouth on your breast didn't you, princess? Say it princess, say what gets you off,"
"Yes fuck, yes!" Still shivering under him.
His jaw locked, his thrust turned brutal and with a rough groan he emptied himself inside me, his teeth on my neck, marking me.
"After he woke up he went to the bathroom,and was back his face doesn't look good.
The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of sheets and the sharp, uneven breaths that still lingered between us. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to gather the pieces of myself that he'd scattered across the night, but he didn't move. He didn't look at me. He didn't say anything.
He was already dressed—or at least partially. His tie was loose, the first button of his shirt done up, the cuff of his sleeve brushing his wrist with a casual precision that made my chest tighten. His hair fell over his forehead in that infuriating, careless way he always did, and my fingers itched to reach out and push it back. But I didn't. I couldn't.
"You're leaving," he said finally, his voice clipped and sharp, as if he'd said nothing intimate or dangerous just minutes ago.
I blinked at him. My lips parted, but the words refused to come. What did he mean, leaving? Wasn't that obvious? I was… I was still reeling. Still raw. Still his.
"I—" My throat went dry. I wanted to speak, to demand something—an explanation, an acknowledgment, anything—but all I could do was stare.
He shrugged, almost imperceptibly, like shrugging off a coat he didn't want to wear. "I have a meeting." The words were ordinary, mundane, casual. And yet, the way he said them, the way his gaze slid over me without lingering.
"Then he brought out his purse and dropped some money on the bed, with a thank you for the night. I couldn't believe he was actually saying that because this could not be the man that have made mad love to me.
My eyes was bleeding with tears and rage, what do you take me for?.
All women want after sex is money so you're getting paid for this.
I opened my mouth again, but he had already started toward the door, his jacket hanging from one arm, his movements smooth and practiced, entirely untouched by what had just happened.
My hands trembled as I pulled the sheets around me. My pulse was still racing, my body humming with a heat I didn't want to admit. And yet, here he was, walking away from me like last night had been nothing—like I had nothing.I knew i had to do something or at least get out of this place.