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“Mmmm, that’s my good fucking girl.”
She doesn’t resist when I grab the back of her head and slam my lips to hers, opening up her mouth and delving inside. Instead she invites me in, twirling her tongue around mine, sucking on it, making my cock jump in excitement for what I imagine that mouth can do. I’d love to shove it down her throat, but right now, she needs me more than I need that.
She lets me grab her arms, wrap them around my neck, and lift her up. Her thighs immediately wrap around my waist, and she doesn’t lose a beat in kissing me when I slam her back against the travertine tile and enter her tight pussy in one strong thrust. She groans into my mouth and grabs at my back, holding on as I start a punishing rhythm.
I’m sucking her soul from her mouth as I pound into her over and over again. Her ass smacks against the wall, and her feet lock behind my back. She’s my bunny, my prey, trapped between my muscled body and the stone tile, but she doesn’t respond like prey; she responds like a predator, like me, matching my energy and my desire, and it’s fucking surprisingly hot as shit.
“You like that bunny? My cock in your tight little cunt.”
“Yes, Sir.” She answers, pulling away from the kisses to take a deep breath.
Her lips are bright red, and her face is flushed a deep pink from the heat of the shower and the blood rushing through her. She’s absolutely stunning, all flushed and hot, bouncing up and down on my dick.
“There’s nothing more beautiful than you, right here and right now.” I say, running my hand up her front, between her perfect tits and to the base of her throat. “Relax baby, trust me.”
The sharp intake of breath she takes right before I encircle her neck with my hand makes my dick jerk violently inside of her. She tilts her head back, and her mouth falls open and silent as I squeeze the sides under her ears and above her collarbones, pressing on the arteries, reducing the blood flow to her head.
I can see the effect almost immediately, the way her eyes open wide, and her focus turns blank, her stare going from my face to the space around me. I know the flashers she’s seeing and how they will fade to black if I keep up the pressure.
Silently she grabs ahold of my forearm, holding onto it with both hands, yet not trying to remove my grip. Instead she runs her fingers up to my hand and presses on the space between my index finger and thumb. The spicy little thing wants reduced airflow too.
“You sure?” I lean in and ask her. She nods yes with a devilish smile on those pretty red lips. “You wont be able to speak. If you need, use two fingers to tap my arm bunny. You got it?”
Her lips move and she nods, but no sound comes out for her answer when I press forward, pinning her neck to the wall behind her, putting force on the front of her throat, blocking all breath from her. Her chest ceases to move, and her hands drop down to her sides, her head lolling to the side, but she doesn’t fight it, because she knows what’s coming.
“Such a good fucking girl, my little bunny.” I say, licking up her cheek, then putting my mouth back on hers, feeling the coolness to her lips that are changing from abused red to cyanotic blue.
My thrusts into her pussy become almost violent as I fuck her harder, smashing her between my hips and the wall, and when she goes limp in my grasp, I release her neck, blow a deep breath into her mouth, and advance into her so hard her feet come off the floor.
She comes back to me on an earth-shattering scream, her face turning bright red, her body convulsing as if she were seizing. She’s lost to the climax that overtakes her, roaring through her small body, and wrecking her for any other man than me.
The sight of her breaking apart on my dick, the sounds of her screams, and the feel of her cunt milking everything out of me is too much to contain myself, and I cum hard into her, burying it deep inside of her quivering hole on a barked yell.
Chapter Fourteen
My private airliner jet taxis on the runway as I fasten my seatbelt and look over at the beautiful woman settling in next to me. She looks absolutely stunning in a pair of my grey sweatpants that are a couple of sizes too big, and one of my gym t-shirts. I don’t think there’s anything that wouldn’t look good on her, and I’m excited to arrive in Miami and take her shopping.
She has nothing with her, and the only thing that came with us when I took her was that horrid chain, which has been discarded with the trash. I made sure it was long gone before she even woke, so she’ll never have to see it again.
After filling her in the shower, I cleaned her up, got her dressed, dressed myself after, and finished prepping the house for me to be gone for five days. Mabel protested a little when I scooped her up and put her in her carrier for the ride to the airfield, but now that she has free run of the cabin of the plane, she’s happy again. And I’m a happy man. I have all my girls with me, and we’re all headed to warmer weather, and the racetrack.
I am one lucky man indeed.
“Come here girl.” I say, putting my hand down and rubbing my fingers together, calling my cat over to me.
With a silly mew she trots across the aisle of the jet, weaves between the overstuffed leather chairs, and hops up onto my lap, putting her fluffy tail right in my face as she spins around finding the perfect place to lay.
“She’s beautiful.” Millie says, reaching over and giving Mabel a little scratch under the chin which makes her motor run even louder than normal.
“Thank you. I think she likes you.”
As the plane rises into the sky, I close my eyes, a little sleepy from the past couple of days, and all the stress and changes. But it was all worth it. I’m a billionaire now, and I’m on the way to my happy place with the most beautiful woman in the world. I’m almost out when I feel a small, soft hand grab my bigger rougher one.
“Mmmm, thank you.” I say, peeking out from one eyelid, and wrapping my fingers around her hand, holding it snugly and bringing it to my lips, kissing across her knuckles. “You gonna nap?”
“Maybe.” She says with a shrug. “Or maybe I’ll just snuggle with the kitty. Come here girl.”
Like the traitor most cats are, with a meow and a smug look at me, my little girl hops off my lap and leaps over to Millie’s, flopping down like a spoiled princess.
