He had been a beast to her. Taking her with minimum lubrication. Fuck. At least the plug he had made her wear had stretched her a bit, but she was hot, sweet, and so fucking tight he had lost his mind.
She accepted him. She, nothing but a virgin, had accepted his brand of touch. She could have spewed her safeword at him. He had reminded her what it was in case she forgot. But she hadn’t stopped him.
He kept the half of his cock inside her as he gently pulled her dress up over her head. Then picking her up without severing contact, he carried her to a leather bench in the room where he straddled it and made her sit between his thighs, his cock still semi-inside her.
He reached into the easy-to-reach bag he had brought back with him from the cruise. Its sole purpose had been to teach his wife a few lessons that running away on a cruise after they were married was not the right thing to do.
He had thought he could remain unattached.
She had proved him wrong.
He bent her beautiful body over a little before he squirted copious amounts of lubricant onto the parts of his cock that remained outside her delectable asshole.
He pushed in a little more, and then a little more after that, before retracting completely and coating his whole cock in lube.
She trembled so prettily for him, that his hardness increased in size. Her long hair whispered against his shaft, and he didn’t know why that was the most sensual thing he had ever experienced.
Everleigh.
He then gathered her close and penetrated her again. She was still too small and the brutal beauty of his cock entering her and filling her up tested his control not to come inside her immediately.
He held her to him, crushing her body to his. Taking her virgin asshole for himself. He owned every part of her now. She was his completely.
He fucked her ass until she was shaking and purring and frantic in his arms. He held off touching her pussy until she started to beg him to make her come.
He reached for her clit, and his hand slid along her slippery-wet pussy.
“Parker,” she whimpered, so hot in his arms she burned him.
He stuck two fingers inside her, deep enough that he could feel his cock inside her ass. His thumb beat against her clit until she tumbled and fell for him, his name ripping from her sweet mouth.
Her spasms drove him over the edge. He released her and his fingers, dripping wet from her pussy, gripped her hair then twisted and tilted her head to the side. His lips moved against hers.
“I don’t want your land, Everleigh.”
He never did. He wanted her. But saying those words to her, the ones she wanted to hear seemed impossible for him. He couldn’t lose her. And nothing could happen to her. She was safer without him. But he couldn’t let her go.
Fuck.
Tomorrow, he would send her away.
He kissed her, biting her lip, careful not to puncture her skin too much as he shattered inside her asshole.
~~~***~~~
Everleigh had drifted back to earth slowly and carefully. She had experienced the most phenomenal moment of her life. Yet every time Parker made her come felt as if it were the most phenomenal.
He had gently slipped out of her, then carried her to the shower, but not before she caught a glimpse of the leather bench. The wet spot she had left, from her own wetness and that of Parker’s slowly seeping from her asshole made her blush.
When she emerged from the shower, she slipped into a silk nightie. It was already six in the morning, and she found Parker standing on the balcony watching the last bit of the sun rising.
“If you don’t want my land, then what do you want?” she said, walking up to him.
A fresh breeze blew her hair back. He turned to look at her. He had used the guest shower and was now dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
“You. Everything about you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I found you hiding in my closet that night three years ago. I found out everything there was to know about you. I watched you. I waited.”
She gasped.