“I never want anyone else,” she moans. “Roman, I never want anyone but you. I want this. I want us.”
We move together, thrusting and grunting, screaming and moaning. Learning together how to do this, how to make it work. And I can say we’re both naturals. Neither one of us wants to be the first to release, but when I feel Safi’s breathing change pace I know that she’s getting close. I bite down into her neck, making her moan and wriggle beneath me, and it draws more sensation from every nerve in my cock as she twists. I’m nearing the edge now, unable to hold back much longer. I don’t want it to be over, but the crescendo is building like an orchestra in the final act. Everything is coming together. The crash of cymbals, the blare of trumpets, the gentle sigh of strings.
I’m ready. Safi is ready.
“Now, baby,” I whisper. “Come with me. Do it now.”
“I love you…”
“I love you too, baby.”
With that, we finally crash over the edge of the cliff, falling together as we twist and writhe. The pleasure-pain through my cock is exquisite, as it’s almost torn clean off by her spasming walls. The sound of her screams in my ears will stay with me to the end of my days. She’s everything. Everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ll ever desire.
I pump round after round of my thick cum deep inside her as she trembles, sending it into battle to find its home.
Finally, covered in sweat, we both collapse together. I grasp her tight in my arms, unwilling to let her go, unwilling to slide out from my new home inside her. Her eyes are squeezed tight against the sensations, but I kiss her anyway, tasting her sweet lips as I whisper words of encouragement and stroke her hair, telling her it’s all right. That everything is perfect.
That she’s mine, forever.
Her poor pussy was battered to hell and back.
After we lay together for a while, I lifted her in my arms and carried her through to the bathroom, sitting her carefully on the side of the bath while I ran water and added bubbles until it was almost to the top. Then I lowered her gently in and bathed her all over, carefully massaging between her legs while she winced but insisted she was fine.
I whispered soothing words throughout, and refused her attempts to get me to join her. This was about her, about caring for her. Once we were done, I toweled her dry and carried her back to the bedroom, selected the softest gown I could find from the wardrobe and dressed her in it, then returned to the bathroom and showered myself.
Heading back through, I now find her sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like a nine-course meal, the gown open down the front while her eyes meet mine, the offer clear in them. It makes me pause, taking a moment to drink her in while I stand there in my boxers, my cock responding even if I’m determined not to.
“No, baby, not right now.” I cross to the side of the bed and pull the gown closed, tying it at the front. The loss almost kills me. “You need to eat and drink.”
Safi shakes her head. “I’m not hungry. Not for food anyway.”
“It’s my job to look after you from now on, sweet treat, even when both of us would rather be doing something else. Come on, downstairs. You need to keep your strength up.”
She grumbles, but doesn’t put up a fight when I wrap her in my arms and lift her to my chest like the doll she is. As I carry her down the corridor, I can’t help thinking about the fact we just had sex with no protection. What if Safi is pregnant already with my baby? Fuck, that would be huge. Life changing. The idea makes me want not just a baby but babies with her. As many as we can get. Hell, fill my life with little lives of my own making.
And my less than savory life?
To hell with it. I’m out. As of right now, I no longer have anything to do with my father’s business. I was already signing the casino over to my mother, already looking for a way to distance myself. It makes sense to make a clean break of it.
“What’s all this?” Safi’s eyes turn to dinner plates as she glances around the dining room. I almost forgot what I had planned. Food that’s long since gone cold, champagne in a bucket of melted ice, only one candle left burning, now down to its last half inch of wax. “Did you…?”
I nod, chuckling at the irony. “I was hoping to bring you back here tonight. I was going to make it so special for you. Food cooked that you don’t have to do yourself, all the trimmings.”