Page 114 of The Secret

“Is this what you had in mind?” I clenched my jaw, trying to halt the adrenaline powering through me at a punishing speed. My body was not in sync with what my mind was trying to accomplish – a little savoring of this incredible sensation. Neither was hers; the soft clenching of her pussy already trying to milk me for every drop of cum I had to give her.

She nodded, unable to speak.

I slapped her ass, leaving a pink hand print which swelled my already very swollen dick. “What have I told you about fucking waiting?”

Her pussy squeezed me again, and I held back the groan I wanted to let out. Instead, I fisted a thick handful of her silky curls, tugging her back until I could breathe in every moan that escaped her luscious lips.

“You’re coming when I say you are.”

Keeping hold of her hair, I moved back, my fingers trailing along the ridges of her concave spine until they reached the tip of her crack. I palmed her ass cheeks, holding her as I watched my dick disappear inside her hot, tight walls, stretching her out with slow, measured thrusts which had her mewling loudly. Her juices soaked us both, slicking through her ass to her dusky pink asshole lubing her up perfectly, my thumb pressing firmly against it until it broke the barrier of puckered skin.

“All I wanted was a leisurely morning fuck...” I thrust into her, “to make love to my girlfriend…” thrust, “worship her body in my own time…” thrust, “and she thinks she can take control.”

I slammed into her so hard it forced her forward, her scream muffled by the pillow. “But I own this pussy. I own your orgasms, and you’re going to be coming so fucking hard you won’t be able to see straight, let alone walk, but it’ll be when I say you can.”

Her legs trembled under my touch, her walls fluttering before an iron tight grip on my cock kicked up the pace. My balls strained to stay whole from the electricity zapping along my spine, and I began driving into her with purpose, my only goal to deliver on the promise that it wouldn’t be stars she’d be seeing. I’d create fucking meteors.

“Murray!” she cried, trying to lift herself up, but I was driving her so hard she could only grip the sheets around her.

My thumb pulsed into her ass with every thrust of my cock, tightening her already exquisitely snug pussy. Her hips pushed back onto me, still needing more than I was giving her, until I let loose, frenzied, pummeling, wanting her to feel every single cell in my body, like I could feel hers pumping through my veins and jamming in my heart.

“Now, baby. Fucking now. Come on me.” I couldn’t hold on any longer, roaring through my orgasm as she ripped it from me with violent convulsions, renting the air as she cried my name.

We lay there, panting, as if we’d just run the New York City marathon in record breaking time, and I found myself tuning into the heavy beating of her heart as our breathlessness steadied. Her heart, part owner of mine.

“Holy shit!” Peals of her throaty laughter broke the silence. “That was some wake up call.”

I eased myself out of her, my semi hard dick objecting to the sudden rush of cool air. “Are you saying I’m better than an alarm clock?”

She turned, her flushed cheeks glowing with a sheen which stuck tendrils of hair to her smooth forehead. I swept them away as she grinned at me. “I am, except I’m much sweatier than an alarm clock would have made me.”

My dick took that as a checkered flag for the next round, and I went from semi hard to very hard with the speed of the MacLaren team at the Monaco Grand Prix. “I can clean you up real good. I have an excellent shower.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” I scooped her up and threw her over my shoulder, only dropping to my knees once we were under hot jets of water.

Half an hour and three orgasms later, I scrolled through the emails which had come in overnight, stopping on a Google alert which grabbed my attention. I clicked on it to open.

My heart juddered and I couldn’t hold back my smile if I’d tried. Staring out from my phone was a picture from last night, my arm around Kit’s waist as she chatted to Laurie. Underneath the picture, the caption read:Financier Murray Williams and his fiancée.

I was used to the papers making up stories about me, about my friends, about my family. This one was the first they’d invented I hoped would come true.

I’d make it come true.

I slipped my phone away as she walked into the bathroom, fully dressed.

“Hi, darling, Rafe’s going to come by for the new contracts this morning. My mum’s coming over so she’ll take Bell and we can have a long lunch.” I wrapped my arms around her until my hands rested on the top of her ass.

“Sounds good to me, especially the long lunch.” Her face tipped up toward mine and I kissed her nose.

“Maybe I won’t even go back to the office.”

“Oh yeah? Lucky me.”

“I’m the lucky one.”

My reflection agreed with me.

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