Page 49 of Fool's Gold

She shakes her head, and her beautiful blonde hair spreads out across the bed. “I don’t fucking care.”

Holding her in place, her pussy open for me, I angle the head of my cock against her opening and spare one last look at her. Then I force my way inside.

She’s tight enough for those stars to dance again. I swallow over a gasp, and her muffled cry forces me to pry my eyes open just to hold her gaze. This position is deep enough for her, and I go slow, her hot cunt swallowing my cock inch by inch until I’m fully seated inside the cradle of her body.

“Holy fuck.” I drop my forehead to hers and kiss her lips, giving her a second to adjust to my girth.

Her pussy clamps down around me, and it takes everything in me not to move, to give her this time she needs.

“I’m fine,” she gasps.

Then she better hold on. One of her hands grips my shoulders and the other tangles in the sheets as I pull out, only to thrust back inside—hard.

The force of my thrusts lifts her off the bed, and I use my weight to press her back hard, dominating, punishing her for how badly I want her.

I own her. No one else is going to pound this fucking pussy the way I will.

And she’s so wet, so damn tight, it’s hard to breathe.

“God, Marcus, yes. Yes!”

My balls tighten, and I bite down on my molars. I can’t come yet. Not when I’m just getting started with her.

I draw a pillow underneath her ass to prop her up and keep my hands on her hips as I thrust until our flesh slaps together, sweat slicking our bodies.

“Who do you belong to, Empire?” I say as I pull out.

“You.” Her answer is as soft as a forbidden prayer. “Only you.”

Blood pounds in my ears along with her screams of pleasure. I glance between us to watch my cock slide in and out of her body, going deep, and I grip her skin hard enough to bruise.

She wraps her arm around my shoulder and pulls me down until our chests are pressed tightly together.

“You are so fucking tight for me.” I shove my hips forward, and her eyes widen. “I love how tight you are.”

I reach between us and thumb her clit, slamming into her until her body tenses around me.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me, Em?” I slow my rhythm only long enough for her to catch her breath, then resume, her mouth widening in surprise. “Come for me.”

A few more flicks against her swollen clit and she comes, biting down on her lip to stifle her cry. She’s still panting, her body shaking from the aftershock of her orgasm. My own orgasm is right there—I’m so close.

The bed pounds against the wall, and I try to hold myself back, but it’s been too long and she’s so hot. I shove into her, tensing, and we both yell as I come inside her. My cock pulses, her cunt clenching around me. Once done, I drop my mouth to hers, kissing her and consuming her sigh.

Her eyes are tired, but she’s glowing when I look down at her. I kiss the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, everywhere. Kissing her to let her know how I feel when the words fail me. Her cheeks are red, but she’s smiling, and my heart turns over in my chest.

Afterward, she’s curled against my front, the small spoon to my big one.

Sleep is too far away, and it needs to stay that way.

Hating myself is natural after what I did to her. After the claims I made, when I know better than to promise to back them up. I’ve felt like garbage before, so I’m no stranger to the sensation. But still.

I fucked her bloody. A spot dots her pretty pink sheets, a blushed rose color—like innocence. And I deflowered her in her own fucking bed. The sheets smell like us, and she’s tattooed on my skin, on my heart, in a way I know I’ll never be able to erase.

What the hell did I do?

I’m a piece of shit, and I have to make sure she’s okay.

Empire snorts in her sleep and snuggles closer, our fingers linked. I’ll never be able to make up for this.

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