Page 73 of Oblivion
“I’m yours!” she yelled out.
My cock throbbed, snug in her heat, and all I wanted to do was to slam faster, to show her who she belonged to. She needed to understand that no matter what, she would never be free of me.
I didn’t give a fuck if she hated me, if she wanted somebody else… She. Was. Mine.
“And you will never run from me, ever again!” I growled, holding her still, bruising her creamy skin. I wanted my mark on her, I wanted the whole world to know that she belonged to me and only me. I would kill any man who even dared to look at her, let alone to touch her.
I might never have her heart, but her body was made for me. Her pussy was branded with my name, and even though I couldn’t trust her, I couldn’t let go of the past and the way she behaved, this I could do.
I could fuck her, make her scream my name, make her see that only I could make her feel this way.
“This pussy is mine,” I grunted, moving my hips. “This body belongs to me, Ophelia. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“I won’t!” she screamed, her blond hair falling over her face.
Without breaking the pace, I slid my hand over her skin toward her neck, and wrapped it around her silky hair, pulling her head backward. Her legs opened wider, her boobs up in the air, and like a man possessed, I slammed and slammed and slammed inside of her, chasing my release.
My hunger for her pushed me over the brink of insanity, wickedly beckoning me to her, and even though I tried to forget her taste, her smell, the way she looked and screamed when she came, I fucking couldn’t.
“Storm, Storm, Storm… Oh, God!” she screamed, clenching around my length. “I need to… I can’t… Please!”
I pushed her down to the bed, my body covering hers and bit down on her shoulder, my teeth almost breaking the skin. The tingling sensation traveled over my shoulders, to my lower back and all the way to my tightening balls.
“Now,” I grunted, licking the spot I just bit. “Come for me, Ophelia! Scream. Come on, baby.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She moaned, thrashed, and if it wasn’t for me holding her in place, she would’ve ended up on the floor by now. “Stoooooorm!”
“That’s it, baby.” I pistoned my hips, my release chasing after hers. “Fall apart for me. Your pussy feels divine.”
I snuck my right hand between her legs, rubbing against her clit and prolonging her release. She pushed her hips against me, seeking, wanting more, and I gave it to her.
Like a man possessed, I quickened my pace, lost in the heat of the moment.
“Fuuuuuck,” I drawled out, my release coming in like an avalanche, exploding all around me.
With an eruption, my body became weightless, and like an out-of-body experience, I could see us, how perfectly the two of us fit, and it hurt so much more that she refused to see it.
I collapsed on top of her, barely holding myself to not suffocate her. Her hair tickled my face, her scent, and the scent of sex lingering on her skin, seeping into mine, while my heart constricted in my chest, wanting so much more than what she had to offer.
Her dog barked outside, no doubt displeased with his current accommodation, and I knew she would soon ask about him, but I was too tired for any kind of conversation tonight. I just wanted to forget it all. Forget the love, the lingering hate, the anger, and the pain, and close my eyes while holding her.
But I couldn’t.
I rolled off her, detaching my dick from her heat that was already getting semi-hard just by having her here. He always wanted her, my body wired to please her, but my mind couldn’t agree with that.
It would’ve been so much simpler if we didn’t have all the emotions attached to ourselves. If we were nothing more than animals, looking for their next rut, doing whatever the fuck we wanted.
But I had responsibilities, plans, and Ophelia didn’t exactly fit into them. Not anymore.
I stood up from the bed and picked up my discarded pants, slowly putting them on. I didn’t even get to remove my shirt.
Her eyes lingered on me, but when I turned toward her and looked at the mess we'd made, she looked at the window, avoiding my gaze.
“I want Kaiser with me,” she murmured, detached from the moment and what had just happened between us.
“You don’t get to make demands, Ophelia. You’re my prisoner.”
The laughter that bubbled out of her was the last thing I expected and as she looked at me, a thousand emotions flashed through her eyes, before she hid them behind the familiar mask she always wore.
