Page 30 of Once Upon A Sale

Her enthusiasm only encourages me, and combined with the way her body trembles, it lets me know how much she’s enjoying herself.

We both grunt and moan, gasping out profanities with every thrust until her cries get louder, more intense, and I can barely hold back anymore. But I need her to come one more time first.

“Let it go, baby.” The order comes out as a low growl as she claws at the table beneath her and obeys like the good girl she is.

She screams out her orgasm and I rub it around her pussy just as I pull out of her arse and release all over her cheeks and back, decorating her skin with my cum. She looks so fucking beautiful, freshly fucked and covered in cum. It’s a sight to remember.

Our breaths are heavy, we’re both panting, and I lean down to kiss between her shoulder blades, stroking the sweaty strands of her hair away from her face. Her eyes are closed as she tries to breathe through the aftershocks. The sight makes me smile uncontrollably, but I shake it off.

It looks as though she’d happily fall asleep again, but I want to clean her first, freshen her up and make her feel good. Safe.

“Come on, Kitten.” Encouraging her to stand, I bend and wrap my arm around her thighs, scooping her up over my shoulder and head inside towards the bathroom. She squeals in fake-protest, but it just makes me chuckle.

“What now?” She’s whining, and it’s cute as fuck, but I have an inkling as to why.

This much sex in such a short space of time can be brutal on her pussy, and my aim this weekend isn’t to hurt her. This is all about her as much as it is for me.

“Stop being a brat.” I spank her arse gently, then turn my head and bite her soft flesh when she wriggles in my hold.

Inside the bathroom, I carefully slide her down my front so she’s standing by the floor-length mirror. It gives me the perfect view of every angle of her toned body, making it clearer to me that she works out and knows how to use it as a weapon.

“Did you have to bite my ass so hard?” She frowns and rubs at her arse cheek while I lean into the huge shower with a glass door and twist the nozzle. The wooden slats of the cabin walls surround us, giving the whole place a real homely feel that I could get used to. It’s very different to the clinical surfaces I have decorating my rented home in Miami.

Although, I only moved there once I found Ophelia. My dad has no idea that she lives in Miami. I told him I just needed a change of scenery, while telling myself that being close to her would help me with my job. In reality, even when my cock is nestled inside her warm pussy, I’m still not close enough.

“Yes. And I’ll do it more if you whine again.” I wink, checking the temperature of the flowing water is hot enough before holding out my palm for her to take.

I can see her internally groan, her thoroughly used body wanting to protest, but she hides it well because it’s so brief that if I didn’t know her, I wouldn’t notice.

“Kitten, I’m not gonna have sex with you. Let me take care of you.”

She huffs a little, but takes my outstretched hand, allowing me to pull her against me before stepping us into the shower.

I set her beneath the hot spray and begin soaping up my hands with a lavender body wash I bought for whoever I won at the auction. The fact that it’s Ophelia’s favorite scent has nothing to do with anything…

“Wha—”

“Shh. Just let me look after you.” If she speaks, she’ll ruin my resolve and I’ll have to fuck her into oblivion again, because I have no doubts that her smart mouth will demand a punishment only I can give her.

She frowns a little, but it quickly disappears the moment my hands make contact with her skin and she immediately relaxes. Her whole body seems to deflate as the tension seeps out of her with every stroke, every caress, and a sense of pride fills me knowing that she’s being taken care of properly.

This shower isn’t about sex or orgasms, it’s about making her feel like the queen she is, showing her how much I like to look after my things. How I like to treasure them.

Next, I massage shampoo, then conditioner into her thick blonde hair, and the noises she makes have my dick twitching for attention. Her head falls back when I use the shower head to rinse the suds from her hair, and I enjoy the peace that being with her like this brings.

She’s all sleepy when we’re finished, so I take my time towel drying her before lifting her bridal-style and carrying her to the living room area. I don’t bother to get either of us dressed, but I do grab a couple of the many blankets this place is equipped with and head out to the balcony.

I carefully lay one out over the large comfortable chair out here, because there’s nothing worse than a cold arse, then I sit, with Ophelia still in my arms. She nestles into me like this is the most natural thing she’s ever done, and I open up the other blanket, throwing it over her naked body and tucking her in on my lap.

The sun has fully set, and now it’s like we have a completely different view out onto the lake with the way the moonlight reflects and shines off the water.

“If I fall asleep, it’s not because I like this. I’m just tired,” she grumbles into my chest, but there’s no real malice behind it and I feel her sigh heavily. I chuckle, rubbing a hand gently up and down her arm as I cuddle her into me.

If it weren’t such a big lie, I’d happily let her go.

Actually, that’s a lie too.

There’s no way I can let her go now.

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