Page 2 of On the Rocks
Starved without the feel of her surrounding me, I glide her down onto my hungry cock. Eager as I am to own her again after ten long minutes without her. Unable to accept all of me, she leans forward. Her slender fingers and magnificent tits splay across my chest. Cloaking us in the sweeping curtain of her untamed hair. A Cheshire grin playing on her plump lips.
"Although, I still have my suspicions you lost on purpose..."
God, I fucking love this side of her. When the spunk breaks through her shyness. Which is one of the fucking sexiest things about her. Even more so when I’m the one to coax the playfulness out of her. I pretend to mull over her accusation while I help her ride me. The silky skin of her narrow hips tingles under my palms. Long, slow strokes that elicit a breathless gasp from her pink lips, driving a hard shudder through her arching torso. “Well, between partying with my brother and his groomsmen, or being alone with you, I will always choose you.”
Love burns in her eyes from my confirmation, and she tips even closer, kissing me with a fervor I feel all the way to my tightening balls. Well aware what she needs to hear to trust in me. To believe this whirlwind I’ve sucked her into is real. To understand how fucking deadly serious I am about loving her.
Especially after I came on too damn strong. But fuck me, I knew she was the one, and I had to make her mine. She thought I was drunk, but I’d never been more fucking stone cold sober. So wired from her presence, the adrenaline racing through my veins making my body almost ache to be with her. Especially my ravenous dick. Flying so fucking high from discovering this selfless angel, radiating from her friend’s happiness. Knowing anyone who could be that generous, that elated for some else would bring me the same ecstasy. In my life and in my bed.
Keeping her in my suite that night, I fucked her for hours with only my fingers and my tongue. Until the next day I flew her to Vegas, married her, and made love to her for the first time as my wife. Just like she deserves.
I rise up to engulf her glorious body. Missing the way she curls around me like she won’t ever let me go. Instantly molding her fragile softness to my hardness. Her grip as tight as her delicate arms can manage. She almost swallows my tongue, kissing me so frantically. While I glide her sweet pussy up and down every inch of my pulsing length with her heavy tits smashed against my chest.
As much as I hate it, I break away from her luscious mouth and brush her tiny ear lobe with my lips. Cupping my hand around the graceful curve of her head, I hold her immobile in my merciless grasp. Needing to remind her of my intentions for her. For us. “Your place will always be by my side. I rule this empire for you and the babies you’re going to give me.”
Only a slight nod with my grip on her so tight. But she hears me. Her breathing erratic as I make her come with my words and my dick. Her rock hard nipples grinding into my pecs. Almost making me lose control when I’m barely hanging on. “This is where you belong. With me. In this house. As my wife and the mother of my children. My every thought and action will be spent keeping you safe and making you happy.”
So fucking quiet, she doesn’t say a word as she explodes around me. Flooding my balls and thighs with her silent release. That’s why I almost always fuck her face to face. Not only because she’s fucking beautiful. God damn is she beautiful. Fucking luminous from the light shining within her innocent depths. Forever smiling her stunning smile. Unwavering and absolute. Like it's actually possible I can really create such joy in her.
But her silence means I have to see her expression. To ensure I’m only pleasuring her. Because I would put a bullet in my own fucking head if I ever hurt her. If I ever did anything to steal the smile from her sweet lips.
My pulse races, pounding in my ears harder than her heart thundering against my skin. With her pussy milking me, I can't hold back any longer, knowing her confidence remains unbroken. That she trusts in my promises. In me.
I palm her cute ass, impaling her down onto my cock, holding her in place while I come. Violent and unrestrained. Buried as deep in her as I can. Needing to get her pregnant as soon as possible.
Although she must be uncomfortable, she doesn’t complain. Allowing me to command her body to use however I want. Which I love. And loathe.
She has all the makings of the best fucking submissive I’ve ever seen. So pliant and docile. But, I’ve had that subservience in the past. Plenty of women more than willing to be handcuffed spread eagle to my bed or on their knees desperate to submit to me. Eager to obey my orders no matter how filthy or depraved they may be.
With Trinity, I want more than bedroom games. More than blind obedience for sexual fantasies. What I desire transcends domination. Or mastery. I require an unconditional possession. Of her body. Of her mind. Of her pure angelic soul.
Faith, that I've never earned - ever cared enough to earn - from any other woman, glows in her serene gaze. Locked with mine as she straddles me, cuddling on my lap despite my softening cock. A sated smile greeting me when I bend down to kiss her.
"I love you."
Fuck me for being a pussy, but my heart soars from her genuine sentiment. No hesitation or duplicity. Just honest. Simple. Heartfelt. I cup her raised cheeks, resting my forehead on hers. "I'm fucking obsessed with you."
She giggles. Sweet, easy, and untroubled. Thinks I'm kidding, and doesn't argue with my fanatical proclamation. Only snuggles in closer, sparking an inferno in me again with her lips pressing against my shoulder. I caress down her back, reveling in her shiver from my fingertips gliding over the velvet skin, and entwine her dainty hand with mine. Kissing the jeweled bands scratching across my sweaty fingers.
No need for her to be branded or collared. No proof required to reflect my devotion or commitment to her. It just is. Just exists. Complete and never-ending. I worship her. I live for her. I will continue to kill for her.
I stroke over the huge rock again. Although I do fucking get off on drenching her in diamonds. Highlighting her own natural beauty. Brilliant and luminescent.
Yet, she seems impervious to the luxury. To the money and cars and gifts I lavish upon her. Seeming to really only crave me. Desiring my attention and affection. Which I give her absolute and wholeheartedly. With just a single, solitary demand from her in return.
That she always remembers she's mine. “Infinity.”
Gentle fingers trace the fresh ink on my chest as she tucks her head into my neck. My last tattoo until she gives me our first child.
“Infinity.”
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Chapter Two
Inod to Butcher. Dismissing the bodyguard after his update so I can find Trinity again. As much as I would love to stay in bed and fuck her all day, I’ve got to get to work. Finish these fucking contracts so I don’t jeopardize my four million in kickbacks. Senator said by ten am, and he's a pussy ass bitch to listen to if I keep him waiting. Besides, I hate fucking losing anything. Especially money. But she wants to make me breakfast before I leave, and who the fuck am I to tell my girl no.
My jog out of my office halts instantly when I near the kitchen. Rich music, wafting through the first floor like I’ve got a full orchestra in my house, muffles my approach. Which is perfect because I love watching her when she thinks she’s by herself. Even Midnight, her three legged Lab, remains quiet. Only his fluffy tail swishes across the tile in response to my presence. At least I know he trusts me. Hopefully the same confidence flows through her.
