It took her a few seconds to realize what I was waiting for.
“Yes,” she snapped. “I’m so damn sorry.”
“For what?” I liked the power she was so easily handing over.
Rebellion mixed with desire in her eyes. Using my knee to prop her up, I let my hand trail along her stomach, between her breasts, until my fingers latched around her throat. Her eyes widened as she gulped for air.
“For what?” I asked again, the pressure on her windpipe increasing. Her breathing shortened.
“F-for going into his room.”
“That’s my girl,” I whispered the words along her skin, kissing and biting her neck between my fingers. “Now, unbutton your pants.”
She did as she was told, her hands diving between our bodies to undo the buttons of her jeans. Letting go of her throat, I yanked her jeans to her knees, letting each leg dangle as I slid them off bit by bit until there was nothing between us. I pinched her clit, my other hand tangling in her hair. She gasped, sucking in air as her body trembled, legs locking around my waist once again.
I let a finger slip along the soft folds, gathering the wetness there. Already she was drenched, soaking wet from our little foreplay. Dipping in, I waited for her juices to coat my finger before pulling back out. She let out a soft sound of protest. I shushed her, sliding my cum-covered finger between her lips before tasting her for myself.
Gripping her fiercely, my tongue tangled with hers, savoring her. Her legs tightened around my hips, her pussy rubbing against my jeans, sending me over the edge. My control slipped, all the feelings of anger and fear from the past few hours surging forward all at once. I reached for the neck of her tank top, jerking it down over her breasts until it ripped. My fingers were already at her back, unhooking her bra until that too fell to the floor. Her nipples were already hard, pink, and ready. Taking one in my mouth, I sucked, swirling my tongue over the bud.
She gasped, arching into me and my heart swelled with the need to make her understand. To make her see. She was all I had left in this world. The last good thing I had to savor. But I was never good with words. So I would show her.
I continued to suck and lick her nipples, my hand plunging between us once more. But I wanted to taste more. Lifting her until her legs were over my shoulders, my hands kept her pinned to the wall as I buried my face into her sweet cunt. She let out a small sound, nails digging into my shoulders to keep her upright. I spread her legs wider, balancing her between the wall and my arms. Swirling her clit into my mouth, I let her taste explode on my tongue. I groaned, pressing my mouth deeper into her pussy, wanting to drown in her scent, in her taste.
She shuddered as I smirked against her sweet pussy. My cock pulsed, twitching and ready for her tight cunt to take it all in. I sucked her clit back into my mouth, shifting her until I could slip one finger inside. Curling it slightly, I dipped in, pulling out only to hook that sweet spot. Her answering moan is music to my ears.
“Fuck,” she moaned. I could feel her head rolling back against the wall, and my mouth dove back in. Alternating between fucking her tight cunt with my fingers and swirling my tongue around her clit, her unintelligible moans urged me on until her body was jerking against the wall. My tongue followed my finger, dipping into her delicious pussy, tasting her. Her juices coat my mouth, slipping across my tongue.
Glancing up, my cock twitched as I caught sight of her flushed face. A look of utter euphoria was written all across her face as she came against my mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured against the soft folds of her cunt. “Come for me.” My words sent another shiver through her body.
I let her fall into my arms, keeping her pinned against the wall. “Unbutton my pants,” I growled. She does so with shaky fingers, yanking my jeans around my thighs quickly.
My eager cock sprung free, already anticipating her tight pussy gripping it tightly, surrounding it with heat. I guided it in, thrusting hard until I was buried inside her. We both groaned as she adjusted to my girth. Slowly, I began to pump in, sliding back out just as carefully. I wanted to take my time with this. I ground into her, heat spreading through my body.
My cock slid in to the hilt, her tits bouncing from the force of it. The power of my hips matched the surge of my emotions. I wanted to go deeper, needing to feel her wrapped around me so entirely. She groaned, her hips rolling down to meet my thrusts, nails digging into my shoulders.
All I felt was her. The anger, the fear, and the worry, it melted away until she was all that was left. I bit my lip, the surge of pain mixing with pleasure as my hips piston into her. My balls slapped against her ass with each stroke.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I demanded.
“Dante—” I captured her mouth with mine, cutting her off.
“No,” I snarled, pulling away. “I want you to tell me your mine, but not because I tell you to. I want you to mean it.”
Her lashes fluttered as we locked eyes. Her lips parted slightly, her small tongue darting out to lick her lower lip. Her good hand cupped my face, trailing along my jaw. “I’m yours, Dante.”
“And I’m yours,” I said, voice hoarse. “So entirely yours.”
Fire flared in my chest as I picked up the pace. Our words faded, the sound of our bodies coming together mixing with our moans until I felt her tense in my arms. When she finally came, it was a beautiful sight. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream as her head tilted back against the wall. Her chest and cheeks were flushed, matching the colors of her perfect nipples. Her cunt clenched around my cock, forcing my balls to tighten. My muscles trembled, seizing up until they ached. Finally, I exploded, cum coursing through my shaft as I buried myself deep inside her.
My head dropped to her shoulder as I struggled for breath. Her forehead pressed against mine, our sweat mixing as we stood there until my cock slipped out of her. My dick was drenched in both of our cum, slick as it slid out. Slowly, I let her legs drop to the floor, but she’s shaking too hard to stand. I kissed her softly, holding her up in my arms.
When we finally came back up for air, I knew without a doubt that neither of us ever had to worry about others. I was so completely hers that it frightened me. That it scared me shitless. Carrying her to the bed, I collapsed beside her, careful of her arm. She snuggled against me, closing her eyes in blissful happiness as I kissed the top of her head.
“You don’t have to worry, Sienna,” I whispered, brushing the hair from her face. Her eyes flicked up to mine. “You don’t ever have to worry about anyone else because I am entirely yours. Forever.”
I didn’t know if she believed me, but she didn’t need to. Because I would prove it to her. Someday.