Page 49 of Euphoria
“Say it!” I yell as I get rougher. I stop playing nice and I can tell by the crackle in the air that my demeanor has changed. Those who have never seen this side of me had better be out of the damn hall. “Call me that name so I can fuck you while everyone is still shuffling out, pretending like they don’t want to see what I’ll do next.” I smile, knowing what I look like to Bambi.
I must look like the devil in disguise finally showing his true self, his horns on full display. She faces a dilemma. Call me by my proper name in front of everyone else or call me Markos and pay for that shit. Either way, she loses. Ever since I first laid my eyes on her, there was this look, this glint in her eyes when she’s about to do something that even she knows is dangerous. It’s so clear that I drip pre-cum. I speed up the assault on her clit and she throws her head back, forgetting about everyone.
“Markos!” She yells out and I chuckle like a fucking crazy person. This is a genuine victory and my balls are heavy wanting me to stick my dick in her and cum so hard, my toes curl in these expensive ass shoes.
I pull my hand out of her pants and lick my fingers. I pop them out of my mouth, sniffing my fingers, and my lashes flutter shut from her scent. “Get on your knees, Bams. You’ve got until I open my eyes.”
“Nix,” she whispers, only for me to hear, which means she’s closer to my body.
I feel like my body temperature has skyrocketed. I open my eyes and grab her pants. I grip the ends of the zipper with both hands and pull them apart. I hear gasps as her pants rip in half, but I know what I’m doing. I would never expose my girl like that so her oversized jacket is covering her, well barely. I let the pants fall to the floor and I sidestep her, turning her around to face the small crowd we seem to still have. The founding family members are a bunch of kinky fucks that don’t know when to leave the room. I know that it’s like watching a car accident, you shouldn’t be looking but you can’t look away. If these people think I can’t perform in front of them, tough luck. Luckily, Bambi’s adoptive parents are flying in later on for the reception or they would’ve fainted.
I unbutton my black suit jacket, contrasting all the white that’s around. The theme with what the guests had to wear makes me stick out like a sore thumb, but fuck it, it’s our wedding. I shrug off the suit jacket, letting it fall wherever as I loosen my tie. I cock my brow when I notice Esme is looking at me like I’m a fucking nut. Oh, you poor, poor girl, consider yourself lucky or this would’ve been you and your parents would’ve murdered us.
I smirk at her and turn my attention back on my baby. I lean in closer and I know Bambi’s eyes are shut. I lean in her ear, “you pay when you disobey me, sugar. You know that, but I think you enjoy it. I think you want me to take you like this.” I groan in her ear as I bite down on her earlobe. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that the DJ setting up in the next room is going to have to blast the music to drown out your pleas. Fuck, you’ll be begging me to let you cum, but baby, you won’t. We, your husbands, control your body, your mind and your soul with how much you love us so get ready for me to fuck your love.”
I unbutton my pants and unzip; I pull out my hardened dick, rubbing the pre-cum right on her blazer. She knows what I’m doing. I lean in grabbing her hips and as if she realizes what’s going to happen, Bambi grasps my wrists fast as I lift her and slide home. “Fuck!” I cry out the same time she whimpers.
I didn’t think about how tight she’d be. How sliding in her warm, wet pussy would shake me to my core? Fuck. I just didn’t think. The world disappears as I lift her up and down off my shaft. Each time, Bambi’s hair—that she straightened and is down the middle of her back—slaps me in the face while the spikes of her heels graze my thighs. No, this isn’t enough.
I drop to my knees with her in my arms. Bambi places her palms flat on the floor along with her knees, arching her back. I groan as my dick twitches at that move alone. She remembers how I like her position. I sit up gripping her wrist as I thrust in her like I’ve wanted to since I first saw her again. I slap her ass hard not losing momentum and she cries out. I slap it again and again, interchangeably making sure each cheek gets the proper attention.
“Nix!” She yells out as the DJ does exactly what I said he would. He drowns out her moans and cries. I’m the only one who hears her call me that name.
By now, everyone has left the hall scarred for sure except for Bowie Hanlon. He doesn’t even care that I’m staring him in the eye as I fuck our girl. One thing about Bowie is that he loves to torture himself with Bambi. He likes to wait it out, tease himself until he can’t take it anymore, and then he’s going to completely destroy her again. His eyes flicker down to Bambi and he watches in fascination as he gets to see what her face looks like when she’s being fucked by me. He unzips and removes his dick from his pants. Dirty motherfucker. The quickie was just an appetizer.
I grab Bambi’s hair and make her look up at him. “Look at your husband, Bambi. Look how much he wants to fuck you. He’s torturing himself just because he thinks he can’t handle being inside of you again.”
“Fuck you,” Bowie grits as I shut my eyes, losing myself in fucking Bambi.
“You’re being a complete pussy right now while I’m drowning in our girl’s pussy. What the fuck are you going to do about that, rockstar piece of shit?”
I hear Bowie curse in French, and I want to laugh. “Fuck you, you big bitch. You’re getting her ready for me, don’t you worry…” He starts. “Oooh little lamb,” he croons, while he stares at her. “I’m going to fuck you so damned hard; you’ll forget how I just took you. That was nothing. This here is going to be what takes over your mind. You remember what it feels like to have us both take you, baby?”
Bambi gushes at Bowie’s words. “Oh, yes, Bowie… Yesss,” I feel as she tightens around me in a vice like grip. Fuck, I love the way she responds to us. I smirk, going back to the task at hand. I pump, hitting her G-spot with the way I maneuver my waist and hips. But in doing so, it drives her closer and closer to completion. But I know she won’t make it. “Please…” She cries out. “I’m sorry.” She pleads with me, but I laugh hard as I continue to torture her.
“You want to cum, baby?” I taunt her.
“Yes!” Bambi sobs.
“Beg me, Bambi, fucking beg me.”
I lean in, hovering over her and bite her shoulder, not breaking our rhythm as she meets every stroke and gives me just as much. We’re so in sync with not only each other but the songs that are playing for cocktail hour.
“Please, Phoenix. Oh, Bowie, let me cum. Please, baby…” she mewls.
I have to give it to her; she knows that this is my favorite term that she calls me and the way she says it. I lean in closer to her ear and clamp my hand over her mouth.
“Welcome to hell, baby Bambi,” I announce as I plant my free palm right over hers and increase the intensity of my thrusts. Bambi bites my hand that’s over her mouth and I almost shoot my load. Fuck. Sexy. “Bite me again, baby. Bite me.” I kiss the side of her head and nip at her jaw.
The fire I feel for her, and what she feels for me, makes us behave like wild animals. I should give my wife a room, a bed and all the above because I love her, but this is how I express the way I feel about her. How I honor my promises. I rut her like she’s a sex doll, a whore, my whore, and she fucks me back like I promised to get her out of the brothel. Her ass connects to my pelvis and hips like she’s going to milk me out of the money that I have because she knows she worked hard for it; like her snatch deserves it. She fucks me like her pussy is golden because it is. If Alexander, the Great started a war for a woman he claimed he loved then I would murder in cold blood for mine. My dark thoughts have my balls in a vice like grip and don’t let go as I get closer and closer.
“Holy fuck, Bambi, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum in this golden snatch of yours. The perfect fucking pussy.” I move my hand from her mouth, reaching under to entice her clit. I’d worship her pussy if she let me. Swear it and with that admission, I release a sound that’s either a groan, a moan or a grunt or maybe a combination of all three. Fuck, I could get shot right now. Take one to the head and it wouldn’t stop me from pumping in and out of her. We both cum hard even though I promised that I wouldn’t let her cum. No, that would be for later, for now… I want my baby to cum as hard as I do.
I hiss as I pull out her tight hold. I want back in again. I frown.
Bambi slowly tries to turn around and winces as she sits on her bare ass. Usually, I’d smile, but I continue frowning.
“Truth?” She asks as she looks at me, basically the equivalence of what’s wrong.
“I want in,” I say stroking my dick with her juices mingled with my cum.
“Want in?” She asks.
“Yes. I want to fuck. Open for me, sugar. I’ve been horny for three weeks and thinking of how many times I’m going to fuck you and how. Let me in.”
Bambi looks down at me stroking my semi-hard dick and looks up at my face. “You’re not fully hard.”
I smirk this time, “I know.” I reach out for her ankle and pull her to me. I lean in and position myself right at the gates of heaven. Or is it hell? Fuck if I know or care. I slip inside and damn; it feels just as good the second time. Holy hell. I thrust and I grow harder inside of her. Bambi appreciates this, and she throws her head back. I grab her jaw, making her look at me. “Don’t, Bambi. Please don’t look away from me,” I beg her this time.
There’s a look in her eyes I know is in mine. The first time we made love to each other, the first time we said we loved each other. I place my palms on both sides of her head and move my body the way she loved that night. Bambi wraps her legs around my waist. We’ve learned to properly fuck, even with our height difference. I hover over her, making sure we look at each other and the tears in her eyes make me realize how long we’ve gone without each other. I break first, “I love you, Bambi,” I say and don’t care if she doesn’t automatically say it back because it’s in her touch, her caresses and in the way she looks at me.
