Page 22 of Seven Days
He kneads my ass cheeks, spreading me apart in the most embarrassingly sexy way. Everything is on display for him right now as he lets his eyes feast on my body.
He runs a finger through my folds softly, teasingly.“You’re already soaked, Siren, and I’ve barely touched you.”
He slides a finger inside me, gently stroking my front wall. I arch my back, wanting more, but he quickly removes his hands.
“I’m in charge. You lay there like a good girl and don’t move.” He circles my clit, his finger wet from my juices. “I’ll reward you with all the orgasms your body can handle before crumbling into an exhausted mess at my feet.”
“Yes,” my voice comes out as a breathy whisper.
“Good girl.”
He slides two fingers back inside me, pumping them in and out torturously slow, and I whimper every time his fingers slide over my g-spot. Then his thumb runs over the sensitive skin between the entrance of my ass.
I hear him drop to his knees behind me and as his hands move from inside me to squeeze my hips and open me even further, it takes all my willpower not to arch my back and beg for his tongue.
Luckily, it never comes to that because I feel his breath on my parted folds as he licks up one side and down the other. He moans against me as his tongue glides back and forth over my clit and I grip hands around the edge of the table to keep from grinding back against his face.
“Fuck, my siren tastes so sweet.” He pulls my bundle of nerves between his lips and sucks, making me cry out in pleasure.
“Oh, Thomas.” I cry out as his tongue moves to my pussy. “Fuck. Please.” I moan, my knuckles turning white as I hold myself still.
“Please what?” he taunts.
“Please make me come.”
I feel him smile against me as he keeps licking and sucking and rubbing every sensitive part of me. Then I feel his fingers slide past my g-spot, all the way deep inside me. He starts the same back and forth motion as I feel my release building again. Pressure and pleasure build as he keeps his mouth on my clit and his fingers inside me.
“Do you know what this is?” He pulls back for a second. “It’s called your a-spot.”
I don’t give a fuck what it’s called as long as he keeps making me cum like this. My toes curl as I orgasm with a silent scream. My walls clamp tight around his fingers as I flood him with my arousal. I collapse from the inside out, trembling through wave after wave of powerful release and I can feel myself dripping down my thighs. My nipples ache against the cold marble.
Thomas stands and smacks my ass. “Roll over and sit on the edge of the table.”
I eagerly comply.
He grabs my feet and places them on each corner, so my legs are bent and spread completely open. I lean back on my hands watching him as he lowers his zipper and takes his cock out. He steps between my legs and drags the head of his cock through my folds while staring into my eyes.
“I want you to watch me enter you, Bri.” He positions himself at my entrance. “I want you to feel and see every inch of me own every inch you.”
I watch as he slowly disappears inside me, feeling the stretch of my walls around his thick length. His cock twitches as he pushes fully inside. He pauses and then slowly slides back out. Then moves in again with the same achingly slow pace. It feels like he wants to stake his claim on every single part of me.
He slams into me ruthlessly hard with a growl. “Mine.”
My face jerks up to his, my brown eyes meeting his green as something snaps inside him. I can feel the primal pull of our connection stretch taut between us. His control is gone with the last of the dying sunlight and I nod at him as he thrusts into me again with another growled ‘mine’.
His abs ripple with power as he moves in and out of me and he reaches down to pinch my clit as he holds off his own release. Grabbing me by the back of the neck, he pulls me to him for another kiss and I moan his name against his lips as my pleasure peaks once more. He greedily gulps down my panted moans as he fills me with his release, his cock jerking inside me as he marks me with his cum.
Resting his forehead against mine, we both catch our breath. When he pulls out of me after a brief kiss, he commands me to stay where I’m at. He disappears into the kitchen and comes back a moment later with a damp cloth that he uses to clean me up with. I slide off the table when he finishes and retie the straps on my dress before excusing myself to the bathroom.
My breaths are erratic as I look at my reflection in the mirror. I look well and truly freshly fucked. My hair is a mess. My nipples are still hard and poking through my dress. A bite mark mars the skin of my neck. All of that pales in comparison to how fucked I truly am on the inside.
He claimed me with each thrust, each growled ‘mine’.This is insanity. Five days ago, I was engaged to another man. Now I’m here, in Mexico, fucking my dad’s best friend. I should run. I should sneak out in the night.
I sure as fuck should not feel like this is right. Every time he said ‘mine’, I nodded at him in agreement. As if my body was calling the shots. Just because the guy is a good fuck does not mean I’m his. I’ve never had a guy claim me like that while fucking me. I shouldn’t even want it. It’s wrong.
The rules.
We’re breaking the rules.