Page 49 of Cherished Lands
Another woman who could never hope to understand the monumental pressure I was under every fucking day.
As quickly as the thoughts raced through my head, they evaporated. Because, again, it was Tessa. She knew me; hell, in a way, shewasme. She understood the burden of carrying on a legacy, of building something you could be proud of. It was the reason we were here in the first place.
Her giving me her trust, giving me control... that would come with time.I hope.
"Elliot, move. Please."
"Hold on tight, Princess."
I fucked her hard and fast until the water ran cold. It did nothing to extinguish the fire raging in my veins. I was burning up from the inside out. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I thrust into her again, harder this time, making her gasp my name.
"Fuck, you feel amazing." I nuzzled at her neck, nipping at the sensitive spot I'd discovered earlier.
"Harder," she urged, tightening her legs around my waist. "I won't break."
I blinked, hardly daring to believe my ears. God, how nice would it be not to have to hold back, to be able to unleash all this pent-up tension in my body and pour it into her hot, wet cunt.
I pulled back to look at her face—cheeks pink, eyes hungry, that insolent smile still playing at her lips. Challenging me.Daringme.
All mine. My wife.
Something possessive surged through me.
Bracing one hand against the tile beside her head, I gave her exactly what she wanted. Each thrust drove deeper, harder, until she was crying out with every movement.
"Is this what you've been thinking about?" I asked roughly, remembering all those mornings spent listening to her while I was in the shower. "All those times you touched yourself?"
Her eyes widened, but she gasped out a "yes" as her head fell back and exposed the slender column of her throat. "God, yes. Just like that."
The admission nearly undid me. I gritted my teeth and held back, wanting her to come first. Her breathing became more erratic as she started to tighten around me.
Islid my hands down to cup her ass and fucked her into the shower wall. Throwing caution to the wind, I slid one finger between her cheeks, probing gently. "One day, I'm going to fuck you here, Princess. But right now, I want to feel you come on my cock."
Her whole body shuddered in response, and she shattered, crying out my name as her orgasm ripped through her. The sight of her coming apart, combined with the way she clenched around me, pushed me over the edge right after her.
We stayed there for a long time, both trying to catch our breath as the cold water continued to rain down on us.
Eventually, Tessa lifted her head, that mischievous glint back in her eyes.
"So," she said, "about that bed..."
After I finally lowered herto her feet in the shower, I used my fingers to shove my cum back up into her tight little pussy, coaxing another orgasm from her limp, trembling body. Then I carefully washed her from head to toe before wrapping her in a fluffy white towel and carrying her to bed.
She flopped, boneless and exhausted, on the bed. But I wasn't done yet. I feasted on the slick between her legs until her thighs gripped my head so tight I thought I might suffocate. Somehow, I was hard again already. As Tessa frantically humped my face, I rubbed my cock against the bed sheets like a desperate, horny teenager. When she came on my tongue, I nearly blew my load right there.
I couldn't get enough.
I crawled up her body, kissing along her taut stomach, her perky tits, and up to her lips. She caught me off-guard and flipped us until she was straddling me. I watched, hypnotized, as she gripped my cock in her small, delicate hand and lowered herself onto me.
I barely lasted a minute.
We'd finally collapsed onto the bed, sated—for now.
"I hate it when you call me that," Tessa whispered. She was lying on my chest, the hair at the crown of her head tickling my nose.
"Call you what?"
"Princess. I know what everyone thinks. Rich little daddy's girl."
