I belonged to him completely.
“Take me,” I whispered. The words were a jumble from my gag but I knew deep down that Steele could hear exactly what I was saying.
I twitched as he dragged his tongue over my aching clit in slow strokes. Soft, muffled moans escaped from my gag as the pleasure tore through me.
Sweat was dripping all over my body as he tongue fucked me into ecstasy.
Bringing two fingers into my pussy, Steele shoved them deep inside as he sucked on my throbbing clit. With every lap of his tongue, I could feel myself inching closer and closer to the brink of a powerful orgasm.
My legs were shaking profusely and before I knew it, I came hard. I was gasping for air as Steele pulled my thighs around his neck.
He kept lapping at me for another moment, then stopped and planted a kiss on the inside of my thigh. I could feel his jagged breath crawling up my stomach, past my tits and then finally making it to my neck.
He kissed me passionately, sliding his lips to my collarbone and caressing my skin.
I exhaled deeply, anxious to feel him inside me.
“Fuck me, please,” I whimpered through the gag in muffled agony. My body couldn’t control itself.
My legs felt limp and my arms were weak from being held up.
I wanted him so badly.
Steele moved in, grabbing my hips and pushed my legs open.
“I’m going to fuck you harder than ever.”
I shivered with anticipation.
“Thank you.” My mouth felt dry and hoarse from the gag, but it didn’t matter. My pussy was wetter than ever.
Steele ran his hands down my body and gripped my hips. When I felt the tip of his hard cock poking me in the lower belly, I shivered and moaned.
Without warning, Steele plunged his cock deep inside of me and buried himself to the hilt. It felt so good that I screamed. Tears of pleasure leaked from my eyes and I shuddered and whimpered with joy as Steele’s manhood filled me.
I cried out in delight as Steele began to fuck me in long, passionate thrusts.
His cock felt incredible inside me, and I begged for him to go even deeper.
I wanted to feel him in my stomach.
Steele’s grunts turned into uncontrollable moans as he pounded harder and harder in my pussy.
I let go of all inhibitions and let him take over. I was his to control.
Every bone, every nerve, every cell in my body was his. As he fucked me, my entire body came alive with passion.
“You...feel...so...good.” Steele’s voice was almost a cry. I craved his skin.
“Don’t stop!” I cried out. I needed him.
I loved him.
Steele’s groans echoed throughout the cabin as he shoved his cock inside me. He slid in and out, his balls slapping against my skin with the passion of the rhythm.
After a few more pumps, he slid his cock out, and then slid into my asshole with no warning. I was tight, but the juices from my pussy ensured Steele a smooth entry as his cock plunged into my ass.
I screamed with passion.
He pushed his cock in completely, filling my tight hole.
I could feel my pussy throb as he took his cock in and out of my ass.
My hands were sweating, and a long trail of perspiration trickled down my spine.
God, he was sensational.
Steele reached up and tangled his fingers through my hair. Then his fingers pushed the blindfold up to my forehead and I saw his bright blue eyes staring right into mine.
He brought his face close to mine and stared me in the eyes for a few brief moments.
“Do you want me?” He breathed. His black hair was drenched in sweat and clinging to his face. Those gorgeous eyes were wide and full of desire.
I bit my lip and nodded, too paralyzed with lust to even speak.
Steele cupped my chin in his hands, and lingered for another moment before tearing his gaze away from me.
He licked his lips and slid the blindfold down my face until I was in the dark once again.
I sighed as I as felt him slide his cock back in my pussy.
His thrusts were hard and quick, stroking me intensely with each hard push of his hips.
Muffled cries ripped through me as Steele fucked me stupid.
His strong hands gripped tightly around my waist.
My legs clung around his muscled body, intent on not letting go.
It didn’t matter that I was gagged and blinded. My heart could see him.
Steele grunted and paused, then rammed deep inside of me with one last powerful thrust. His cock throbbed as spurts of his hot load squirted inside me.
I cried out as my body shook from a powerful orgasm.
Steele was breathing loudly, exasperated from our hot fuck.
“I love you,” I whispered through the gag. But I knew he didn’t hear me.
He reached up and ripped off the blindfold and gag, then uncuffed me.
I fell to the floor in an undignified heap, my legs too wobbly to walk properly.
For a moment, I stayed frozen. I couldn’t look at Steele, not now. Not after the incredibly passionate encounter we’d just shared.
“As always, your pussy is incredible,” Steele said. His voice was a low growl.
I nodded my head, not speaking again. I had no words.
I was afraid all my emotions would rush out, and turn him off.
Sweat was covering every inch of me and I trembled as I got to my feet.
What would happen next? Would Steele take me into his arms? Would we snuggle? Would he hold me all night?
Steele grunted and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
I exhaled deeply as I walked into the kitchen and poured an ice cold glass of water.
Walking back to the bedroom, I knocked on the bathroom door.
“I have fresh water,” I piped, hoping he’d invite me in for a shower to fuck me again.
But Steele simply cracked open the door, grabbed the glass of water, then shut it again.
My heart sank.
“I love you,” I whispered once more, knowing he couldn’t hear me.
I stepped back and laid out on the bed, my nipples still erect and pussy still throbbing.
I hoped he’d come out from the bathroom, and cuddle me to sleep. But the door remained closed.
I reluctantly closed my eyes and tried to drift off to sleep.
At least he fucked me good. For one last time.
Chapter 15
Steele
Sleep wasn’t even an option.
My head was clouded with so many thoughts.
The transaction was turning out to be anything but a transaction. Rosy was more than a good fuck and comfort.
She was special. And I’d come to this realization far too late.
I had come into the whole thing rather cocky. I was positive I was going to turn her out and make her my special little sex kitten.
But when we fucked, I slipped up. I started caring. Caring was the number one offense in my book. You can’t care. Because once you care, you’re stuck.
Rosy was sleeping soundlessly on my chest, her small, chubby hands latched onto my arm.
She had a tiny smile on her lips. She looked so peaceful and beautiful.
The moonlight was streaming in from the window by the bed, and it fell on her skin so sensually. As sexy as she was during the day, she was a goddess at night.
Probably because she was light itself. She had brought so much joy to me in such a small amount of time that I forgot for a brief moment why I preferred being on my own.
Until now.
It was obvious that Rosy was too good for me. She was light and I was darkness.
She was an innocent angel with a tight pussy and perky tits. I was a devil. My looks may have been good, but my heart wasn’t.
I could never pinpoint what it was exactly that caused me to be this way, but I always knew my limit.
Whores and dimwit
ted women were always my go-to. I’d date them, cheat on them, then hurt them by disappearing. It was my specialty.
I lived for those moments. It was a thrill. Because I knew no matter how much I hurt them, I could always get them back if I wanted to.
It was wrong, though.
I was wrong. I’d spent years hurting women without even thinking twice about it.
Rosy was everything to me. And worse, I was everything to her. I could see in her eyes how much she wanted me, and everything she’d do for me.
My only option was to leave. I couldn’t bear to look into those beautiful brown eyes and see hurt in them. I couldn’t stand to see her hurting because of me.
It was almost two in the morning, but I was wide awake. I shifted slightly away from Rosy, letting her hands fall onto the bed. I gently placed her head on the pillow, trying not to wake her.
She was naked and curled into a little ball. There was one pillow under her stomach and it cupped her breasts perfectly.
Her tight ass was propped in the air, and her thighs squeezed together. My cock started to get hard just looking at her.
But she wasn’t mine to admire. At least, not anymore. Our month was rapidly coming to an end.
I walked into the bathroom and quietly shut the door. All I could do was pace back and forth as I tried to think of what to do.
I knew my only option was to leave. There was no getting out of it.
I still wanted her, and my heart knew that was selfish.
If I hurt Rosy any more than I already had, I’d hate myself.
Rosy wanted to be with me, and she loved me. I was positive she did. I could tell by the way she looked at me. When we fucked, she had a gleam in her eyes unlike anything I’d seen before. And afterwards, in the glow of sex, Rosy was content and happy.
She always wanted to be close to me. She always wanted to hold me.
I was forty-five years old, and I had an empire to run. She was young girl. She needed to have more experiences and live of life full of purpose and discovery. She couldn’t waste her time on me – she deserved to be with someone young and special.
It was tempting to think of a life with Rosy. I let myself envision a perfect future where Rosy and I loved each other forever.
Eventually though, I would hurt her. I’m not a normal man.
I’m like a beast. An animal.
No woman was ever safe loving me, so why would Rosy be any different?
Exhaling loudly, I slowly opened the bathroom door.
I walked over to the sleeping Rosy and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
It had to end here.
I quietly went to the closet and started pulling out my clothes. I had to pack quickly but quietly.
Rosy had already packed her things, but I wanted to give her a going away present. Especially since I wouldn’t be there to say goodbye.
The night was shockingly quiet, and it made me anxious.
I was so afraid she would hear my heart beating in my chest. Sweat was crawling down my body, reminding me how soft I had grown.
The Grand had been my only love for the longest time, and I needed to get back to her – that was the only way I could push through my confusing feelings for Rosy.
Maybe leaving the country would help?
Nothing sounded right. I wanted to badly to rush back into bed and hold Rosy. I wanted to kiss her face, to push her away from her forehead and cradle her until the sun rose.
I let myself stare at Rosy’s perfect form for another second. Then I forced mysef to look away.
After everything was packed, I quietly dragged the suitcase out of the bedroom and into the living room.
With my heart in my throat, I instructed my driver to arrive at the cabin by five-thirty in the morning. After all, Rosy would need to be taken home.
And I wouldn’t be here to take her.
I sat down briefly trying to catch my breath. I didn’t even want to think of how devastated Rosy would be.
I shook my head in the darkness of my office. I felt so desperate and alone. I was used to this feeling, but I didn’t like it.
The truth of the matter was that I was empty inside. I was so hollow and dark, with nothing to bring me clarity. Using and hurting women was a part of my drug.
I needed to fuck. Having my cock balls deep in some woman gave me purpose. And while it only lasted a moment, that was good enough.
Afterwards, I’d do what I do best: run. I’d get out of there as soon as she’d fall fast asleep, and in some rare cases, hopelessly in love.
I knew it was wrong, but I had to see her again. With my heart in my throat, I crept back to the bedroom and watched Rosy sleep.
Rosy suddenly moaned in her sleep. I jumped, afraid she’d wake up and see me leaving.
She tossed and turned, laying on her stomach with her ass in the air. My mouth felt dry as I looked at her plump thighs.
When I looked at Rosy, I saw something special. Something truly remarkable.
Back when I was younger I had no control over my life. Everyone else called the shots and told me how to think, feel, and be. I hated that.
Having The Grand had first given me that freedom. And having beautiful women whenver I wanted had given me power.
But Rosy was the only one who had ever made me weak.
It took me the entire month of our stay in the cabin to realize that.
Her beauty wasn’t just on the outside. It beamed through her. I’d never met anyone before with Rosy’s special kind of inner beauty.
There were so many things about the world she didn’t understand, but she chose to see the good in it all.
She loved her father beyond all measure, even though he was a useless lout and a drunk. I’d never met another person who was capable of such unconditional love.
Compared to me, Rosy was a goddamned saint.
I admired her mental strength.
She was so strong. Stronger than I could ever be. My past and sadness ate me alive and turned me into something unrecognizable.
I moved closer to the bed and laid down next to Rosy, careful not to touch her.
It felt like such a sin to have corrupted beautiful Rosy. She was like a present. But I didn’t deserve her.
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