“You want my guiding hand and my firm hand, and you love them both for what they bring to you. You use me to get what you want, the same as I use you. Don’t pretend this has to be all noble and decent. It doesn’t. You want my body, and I want yours. Who gives a shit about anything else.” He kisses my neck at the end of his speech, stopping my argument from forming on my lips.
He moves down my body, finding the button holding my pants up, yanking it impatiently until it pings off and disappears somewhere in the distance.
“I fell for a bad guy once,” I tell him, trying my best to keep control of myself. “I refuse to do it again.”
“Your ex was nothing, a worm, an amoeba. He was the lightest shade of gray and basked it in like it was true darkness. I am Pluto in the dark. I embrace you and bring you down into my world of sin.” He yanks my pants down.
I can’t help but let out a laugh. “Did you hear yourself say that?”
“What?”
“Nothing. Just you’re a bit intense, that’s all.”
“And you want me to stop?” He rips my panties in half, tossing them aside. “You want gentle and light and flowers and cakes and tea parties? Is that what you want?” He presses his lips to my pussy. “Or do you want this?”
“I want this,” I reply as he licks my clit. “I definitely want this.”
I spread my legs for him as he teases my clit, one finger sliding into me, rubbing back and forth inside, making me want something bigger, something harder. “Fuck me,” I tell him as he keeps licking my clit. “I need you in me.”
He stands up, towering over me, reaching for his pants. He shoves them down, pulling out his cock, which points straight at me. “You want this?” he asks. “You want me to fuck you? Where do you want this?”
I spread my legs wide, reaching down and exposing my core to him with my fingers. “In my pussy,” I tell him. “Fucking come in my pussy.”
He lowers himself onto me. “No more cursing when we’re married. I’ll tan your hide for it.”
“Promises, promises.”
He thrusts straight into me. I can’t help but moan at his sheer bulk, stretching my insides. He buries himself deep, kissing me again. “You can fall for this bad guy,” he says. “It’ll be worth it.”
I want to believe him. I don’t want doubt to swallow me up. For now, I won’t let it. I’ll just enjoy this moment. So what if he’s a criminal? What does it matter when it’s only for a couple of months?
“I’ll be your wife,” I tell him. “I’ll obey my husband.”
He thrusts faster. “I’ll protect my wife. I’ll punish her when she’s bad.”
“I’ll be so bad.” I get my hand between us, stroking my clit frantically, bringing myself to the brink of climax.
He slides out of me, lifting me up, bending me over the banister, and pushing into me from behind. I slam my hips against him as he pushes a finger between my buttocks. It strokes the hole it finds, sending fresh shudders of pleasure through me. “Come for me,” he says. “Come for your husband.”
“Come in your wife,” I reply, but I can’t say anything else. I’m lost in the pleasure of a climax ripping through me as fast as he plunges into my pussy. He continues to slam into me as waves of pleasure wash over my body. I can’t say a word. My mouth is open, and my fists are tight.
“I’m coming,” he says, pulling out and spraying my ass with wet heat.
He lifts me up, turning me around to face him. “You are perfect,” he says. “You make me want to be a better person. How do you do it?”
“Natural charm and grace, I think.”
He laughs as he pulls his pants back up. “That must be it. Now, go get some rest. Tomorrow night you’ll sleep with me and get no rest.”
I look for my panties, then remember he ripped them to pieces. I get my pants up, holding them as the lack of a button makes them want to slide back down. His cum soaks into them, making me feel dirty but in the best possible way.
“Good night,” he says, kissing my forehead, and that does as much for me as everything we’ve done so far. There was such warmth in it, such tenderness.
I drift upstairs like I’m floating on a cloud. Could this work? Could we work?
It’s insane that I’m even considering it, but that kiss is still lingering, and it said so much about the person he could be.
I’m in my room before reality hits me. I sit on the toilet and call Ursula. “What’s up, bride-to-be?” she asks when she answers.